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Like Father, Like Son

Adventures with El Matador

Walt, the Beaver’s doing math again…

We started with learning the numbers, then counting until we reached 100, and now, despite his mathematically challenged father, our little Matador can now do basic addition. It's wild for everyone involved. Matador is happy to be solving problems, and we're happy revisiting some of the basic building blocks of how numbers work. It had not occurred to me that I would one day be teaching my son how to count on his hands and toes, but here we are, and it's awesome.

Wassailing: Everyone’s a Critic

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.

All Things Considered

As some of you may know, my wife, Dominique, and I, had a son a couple of years ago. Recently, this son has begun throwing temper tantrums–throwing himself on the ground, flailing on his back, and screaming. However, and this is the gooey center of this Drumstick anecdote, our son is already smart enough to understand that the floor is essentially a sheet of vinyl on concrete, and thus, rather hard and potentially damaging. So it happens that our son, in the midst of throwing himself on...

Tracking Well

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 do it all if it weren’t so damn hot.
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Morning Routine

From the day El Matador was born, Dom and I disagreed about how much routine he actually needed. Did he always have to get up at the same time? Did the naps have to be so rigidly scheduled? 19 months later, I can definitively say, yes. Yes to all of it.

Baby Steps

I have become a FitBit. The most important thing in my life right now is counting the number of steps El Matador takes each day. Some days that number is two, or zero, or like the other day, seven. I can't express how exciting this seemingly mundane task is to me. I know one day he'll be running circles around me, but right now, this is amazing to watch, and honestly, I had no clue it would be.

The Dark Place

One of the things "they" don't tell you about parenthood is that at some point, you may feel like a prisoner in your own home. Your wonderful bundle of joy becomes a tether, and the outside world takes on a magical, limitless quality that makes you yearn for freedom. Fortunately, one of the easiest ways to combat this feeling is to invite people over, feed them pizza, and let them regale you with stories of a mystical, faraway land called "outside." They may leave at the end of the night, but...

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DINNER, DRINKS, & MAYHEM

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