(Before this week’s links, a HUGE thanks to Tiffany Olsen for graciously putting my old Monday Meatloaf graphic out of its misery and sending me this updated version that she thought up.
It was super generous of her and super helpful obviously because I mean just look at that new graphic and how much better it is. LOOKIT. When I saw it for the first time, I was like…
…so I mean yeah, I’m pretty excited about her incredible talent and generosity. Seriously do yourself a favor and follow her on Twitter.
(Slight language, FYI…)
Good Awkward Family Photo
1. I think I loved Addie Zierman’s post about traveling.
2. I think if you aren’t listening to the new podcast from This American Life, Serial, you seriously do not know what you are missing.
3. I think that even though I know this is self-indulgent, my wife posted an instagram video of my son dancing for Cheetos and the results were pretty great.
I told him he could pick out some Cheetos for dance moves in the chip aisle…
4. I think this made me laugh very much.
5. I think that I’m hoping no one misses my Subscriber List email that will be going out next week. I’m giving away a copy of Gone Girl if you’re one of the 12 people in the world who still hasn’t read it. So make sure you are subscribed here.
6. I think I love the logic and idea behind this post about why you should buy experiences, not things.
7. I think this is without question my favorite new meme…
(Actual conversations with my kids.)
INT. KID’S BEDROOM – BEDTIME
DAD, 30s casually dressed and emotionally battered is preparing the room for bedtime. Starting the floor fan, checking night lights, etc.
SON, 5 years old and super not tired gets his pajamas on begrudgingly.
SON: Dad, can we read a book?
Dad looks at clock.
Dad: Yes. A short one.
Son holds up a book that looks like Moby Dick but for kids.
Dad: Buddy, does that look like a short book.
BEDROOM DOOR FLIES OPEN. DAUGHTER enters. Son flinches instinctively.
Daughter carries herself with the countenance of the Tasmanian Devil from Looney Tunes but with pink pajamas and a pink blanket draped over her shoulders like a boa feathered with defiance and contempt for authority.
Dad: Hey, Sis, sit down…
Dad: …and let me…
Dad: …brush your hair.
Daughter gathers like infinity stuffed animals to put in her bed that will make her hot within 5 mins but like she would ever listen to that kind of reason.
Dad contemplates whether he’d rather fight Daughter on brushing her hair or deal with WIFE’s (30s and super hot) disappointment at it not having been brushed prior to bed. He chooses the latter.
Dad: Ok, guys. Time to lay down and say prayers.
Son lays down and covers up. He’s asleep in like 12 seconds.
Daughter stands up and gets in Dad’s face. She holds it close, tenderly even.
Dad: Yes, baby?
Daughter: Daddy, I want to say a bad word.
Dad: Wait what?
Daughter: (frustrated) I. Want. To. Say. A. Bad. Word.
Dad: Well, Sweetie, we shouldn’t say…
Daughter: Stupid. (beat) Stupid was the bad word I wanted to say.
Dad sighs and in doing so, he exhales any notion of parental success and inhales the fumes of his parenting failure.
Daughter lays down and blows Dad a kiss.
Daughter: Night, Daddy.
Dad: Good night, Baby.
Good Awkward Family Photo