Day 962 of El Matador’s life. Yelled at my son today. He kept saying no every time I started to sing a Christmas carol. So I looked that boy in his beautiful innocent face and screamed, “I was born to sing, and you’re not going to stop me!”
It is a father’s burden and privilege to teach his son the hard lessons of life.
For some reason, El Matador is really into trains, so this past weekend, we headed out to the Cedar Park Railroad to ride. It was a short 15 minute jaunt around the park and behind some houses. There were butterflies and people playing cricket. And all the while, Matador simply leaned back in his mom’s lap and took it all in. There’s so much to do around Austin… and we’d...
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As parents, Dom and I have years and years of decisions to make for our little Matador, but one thing we both agreed on months before his birth was that we weren’t going to be those people who saturate their social media feeds with pictures of their kids. You guys know what babies look like; you don’t need us cluttering up your feed. Instead, I told her I’d find a way for us to share photos and...
Every so often, I see a post on Kotaku titled What are you playing this weekend? And I never answer because A) I don't comment on the Internet and B) the game I'm playing is one of sadness and unrequited desire. Please direct your attention to the photo of PS4 games above. It might be hard to see because of the image quality, but the last two games on the right are still wrapped. Every day, I...
