Expiring Minds

Sadly, I don't have rock hard abs. I know, it's hard to believe but it's true nonetheless. However, if you were to take the time to dig a little deeper - perhaps just a few inches - you would undoubtedly find something made of a much stronger material. Steele. I'm referring, of course, to my stomach.

Mrs. LIAYF and I reside in two different camps when it comes to the food we serve in our household. She is borderline fanatic about making sure we are provisioned with only the best, and healthiest foods to prepare. Think organic, free range, low sodium. She keeps us stocked up on the good stuff and I am very appreciative of that.

I, on the hand, was raised on a farm and was leading a bachelor's life when I met my lovely wife. I'm pretty sure I could douse the carcass of a bloated rat with some Kikkoman's and call it a delicious meal. Who knows, there could have been times during my pre-nuptial days in which I unknowingly did just that.

The point is, I'm not picky. Or very discerning. But, being an equal partner in our household, I do my fair share of the grocery shopping. Usually, said shopping is accompanied by a list of which I rarely deviate. Unless I'm hungry at the time. Then there is no telling what I'll come home with. Most of this stuff gets shoved to the back of the fridge, or cupboard and forgotten about. That is until the next time we are cleaning out the cupboard, or the fridge.

Then the real fun starts.

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Mrs. LIAYF is very literal when it comes to the dates they put on food packages. You pass that date, the food is getting tossed out. This, of course, drives me nuts. "These expired yesterday" she will say. At which point, not wanting to waste perfectly 'good' food, I will attempt to convince her that it is still good. I usually get a stern "Nope, not happening."

Any guesses who wins these debates? Bingo!

I remember one interchange recently where she was cleaning out the fridge and turned her gaze to an unopened jar of pickles. "These have been in here for a while." She proclaimed and started looking for a date on the jar. "They're pickled!" I exclaimed "How bad can they be?" at which point she pointed to the June 2007 date imprinted on the lid.

I muttered something under my breath about 'pickles not going bad', but had to admit she had me on that one.

The one incident that really hurt happened just the other day. I started frying up some brats I had bought at the store a few days before. She came in and looked at the package. "These say to only refrigerate for 3 days. When did you buy them?" "A couple of days ago." I replied.

"How many?"

"Uh, a few"

"More than three?"

"About three"

"Really...?"

It was at this point she started looking through our receipts to find out when I had purchased them. Honestly, I wasn't really sure but they looked good enough to me. And they were PORK sausages! So I went to look for the receipt myself to reassure her, but when I had returned she had composted them. "The thought of them being bad was making me queasy. I would never have been able to eat them."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

We ate cheese and crackers that night. Grrr. But, I suppose I didn't get food poisoning either, so I can't be too hard on her. And I really do love that she ensures that we eat healthy most of the time.

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I will, however, keep trying to convince Mrs. LIAYF that the labels are an approximation. That a Best By date doesn't mean something should be tossed out. Take me for instance. My Best By date probably says Age 32, but I'm not rotten. Well, most of the time anyway.

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And, I'm certainly not expecting to be tossed out anytime soon.

Breaking: Best Boy Ever Turns 3

We all had a great day Sunday as nearly twenty 3ft tall Pirates helped Captain Lukas celebrate his 3rd birthday. It was outdoors, in a park shelter between a playground and a wading pool.

Everything turned out nearly perfect, including the cake:

My only complaint? I was so busy working the grill all afternoon that I didn't get a lot of time to spend with the birthday boy.

That's okay though, since I only have to share him with Mrs. LIAYF for most of the other 364 days of the year. Sunday was all about Lukas.

Happy Birthday Buddy!

The Terrible Myth

I am here today to debunk a myth.

Lukas turns 3 this weekend. I know, it would be cliche to say that it's hard to believe that three years have passed since he was born, but I'm going to say it anyway.

Man, it's hard to believe that it's been nearly three years since my son was born.

And, unless things go horribly wrong in the next 3 days and our son turns into some kind of Tasmanian Devil child who sprouts horns and spins around the house breaking everything we own before tying us up and forcing us to watch The Accidental Husband on an unending loop while force feeding me a bowl of warm cucumber slices and my wife cold black coffee, then I'll not have to eat that heaping plate of General Tso's crow by now declaring the following:

The Terrible Two's are a myth. And I'm here to bust that myth.

Of course, I have not done exhaustive research. Scratch that, I have done exhaustive research, but only on a limited data set. One child. And, like any good global warming detractor, I can extrapolate what ever the hell I want from this data. What I've come up with:

The Terrible Two's = Not so Terrible.

In fact, compared to the first two years with a child, which were fraught with sleep and communication issues, the past year has been simply Golden. I can talk a good talk, but you say you want evidence? Allow me to list a few of my talking points regarding the study and the benefits of the the third year.

1. 100% of the subject in the study have become fully conversational - No more incoherent babbling in our house - unless it is me before I've had my morning cup of Joe.

2. 100% of the subjects in the study now sleep in until 8:00 - No more 5:30 wake up calls. Enough said.

3. 100% of the subjects in the study are now fully coordinated - Hello! No need to hover within 3ft of him at all times.

4. 100% of the subjects in the study can now entertain themselves - Very rarely the case in the first two years but nice in the third. Helpful when you want a few minutes online.

5. 100% of the subjects now understand reason - Very helpful to be able to say stop whining or no ice cream and see the wheels turn resulting in your desired outcome. Nice.

And finally...

6. 100% of the parents in the study have thoroughly enjoyed the two's, and wouldn't trade them for a repeat of any other year.

I think that should silence any detractors. An unequivocal busting of the Myth that the two's are Terrible. I'm not sure what the three's will hold, but at the rate we are going I can't envision them to be all that terrible either.

So, it's finally goodbye to the two's. Truth be told I'm actually a little sad to see them go.

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Wordless Wednesday: Father's Day Edition

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Photo: Chris Landry Photography Seattle, Wa

A Quest For Fun

There is an old joke about where I live. It goes: There are only two seasons in Seattle. Winter and August.

That joke, like many, is funny because it rings true to a certain extent. This Spring has been one of those memorable ones which reinforce the humor in that joke. It has been a sad and soggy affair here in the Pacific Northwest of late and this Father's Day was no exception.

In fact, the moisture threatened to put a damper on our 'holiday' plans of taking Lukas to a kiddie themed amusement park. However, glancing to the west at ominous dark clouds, we soldiered on as we loaded up the car amidst a developing fine mist, and prepared for the 45 minute drive out to the park.

Not surprisingly, along the way the mist turned into rain, the rain into outright showers. And as the weather continued to deteriorate, our mood conversely became more and more anxious. Mrs. LIAYF planned this as a Father's Day event and really wanted it to be fun. "Should we abort and go somewhere dry?" Mrs. LIAYF asked about 10 minutes in. This was not an easy call as we were also meeting another couple along with a friend of our sons at the park. They would most likely already have been there.

We drove on.

There were times, as we got closer that it appeared the rain was letting up. Then we would round another bend and the intensity would once again pick up, perhaps two-fold. The mood was obviously deteriorating even further as we pondered a soggy afternoon of pretending we were having fun. I think I once or twice threw out a gem like "Man....It really IS raining.".

And after Mrs. LIAYF, for the second or third time asked "Should we just find them and go somewhere else?" I realized we needed a change in attitude and, censoring myself for the 3 year old in back, delivered a scaled down version of Clark Griswold's inspirational speech about making it to Wally World in the first Vacation movie.

It turned out to be exactly what we needed as we both laughed and continued to make jokes about how much fun we'd have at the 'Water Park'. Then once we arrived we met a dad with an iphone who checked a weather radar map and let us know the rain would stop in less than an hour. 45 minutes later it did just that.

I need an iphone.

Anyway, we went on to have an awesome time in the nearly empty park. I had a blast going on rides with Lukas, spending time with my lovely wife, and visiting with our new friends. It was a nice lesson in letting go and making the best of what you have planned.

It turned out to be the perfect Father's Day.

In Your Face Little Bear!

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As I've mentioned on this blog more than once, we are a household without television. Yup, we are that family who gave it up before our son was born. Sure, it was tough in the beginning. But now? Not so much. It's just not a part of our daily lives. We get by.

Video's, however, are another story. Mrs. LIAYF and I will generally watch an episode or two of an old television series late at night, long after we put our little guy to bed. We are currently working our way through Scrubs, which by the way, is an awesome show with the perfect mix between funny and poignant.

As for Lukas, he went his first two years of life without watching any media at all. Since then we have let him watch some short episodes of different kid series', either on DVD or the ipod, generally as reward for having had a good day. Most of the time he is playing with his toys, or we are reading to him.

But, as generally is the case when you give treats in small portions, Lukas went through a period where he always wanted more of these episodes to watch and was fairly 'unhappy' when it was time to turn them off. Thankfully, once these were turned off he would quickly turn his attention to something else and get over it.

Something different took place yesterday after I'd come home from work. I was dead tired from a short night of sleep and another long day of problem solving. All I wanted to do was to relax. Lukas, on the other hand, wanted to play a game of 'baseball' with me. It was an invented game complete with rubber balls, a paper towel roll bat, and an improvised cardboard mit. We had a blast running around the house playing this game he had concocted in his imagination.

After a good half hour of constant running back and forth, I needed a break. "Do you want to watch a video buddy?" I asked. "Hmmm...only if I can hold my bat." was his reply. At that point I slipped in a Little Bear DVD we'd checked out from the library and I made my way to the kitchen to check my email. It is not often that Mrs. LIAYF or I try to push media on our son, but this was one exception. Plus, they were short episodes.

Very short episodes.

Not 10 minutes later I could hear the episode ending. It is usually at this point where he runs in and asks for "Another one?" But instead he came in, bat in hand. "Do you want another Little Bear, buddy?" Mrs. LIAYF asked him. "No, I want to play more with Daddy!" was his excited reply.

That was all I needed to hear. Suddenly I wasn't tired anymore. Realizing that my son would rather play with me than sit around and watch a cartoon was energizing and amazingly validating as a father. It was the best thing I'd heard all this week leading up to Father's Day.

And with that we played another game of house baseball, acted goofy, and once again filled the house with the sound of laughter.

Tweetcycling III

It's Tweetcycling Day once again readers. This is the series where I give some of my little used humor tweets a second chance at life. However this time I'm going to try something new. I'm going to give you the chance to recycle and post your own tweets and link them up right here.

If you decide to play along, feel free to include as many as you like in your post. Hey, I'm not delusional, but It would be great to see at least a couple of your posts linked back here.

And who knows, if this I get decent enough response/feedback I may make this a more regular meme. You can read the first two installments here and here.

Just remember: One man's trash is another man's treasure:

Feels odd. For the first time in forever I forgot my wedding ring at home today. What's even more odd? I haven't been hit on yet.

Edison took 10,000 tries to perfect the light bulb, but my wife and I only 1 to perfect the Perpetual Motion machine.

Regardless of how they taste, shouldn't meatless meatballs just be called 'meatless balls'?

I must have earned an advanced belt in fatherhood for negotiating a urinal with a 3yo sporting a balloon sword and scabbard.

Apply sunblock to a squirming 3yo - now off my bucket list.

'And he spoke in a voice that was sharpish and bossy'. Hmmm.....My 3yo might be moonlighting as The Lorax.

Wife asked for a beer with dinner but has only taken a couple sips. I'm now circling it like an opportunistic hawk.

Wife looks at picture of B&B in Ireland "Wow, look at that view!" Me: "Um, that's a pasture. Find one next to a pub."

Wife ate a Hershey's kiss. 2.5 yo runs in and says "I smell chocolate".

Saw a squirrel on the sidewalk this AM eating from a candy bar wrapper. Ironically, it was a Skor.

I'm getting pretty good at this dad thing. Just successfully recognized the warning fart.

I really need to dust here. This is also known as 'rubbing my index finger over a given surface in successive lines'.

Beer way over in fridge. Now would be an ideal time to develop telekinesis.

2.5yo "Look, my poopoo made a T. And There's an S too!" Wife: "Wow. Now lets see if you can make an I and an H".

Listen here Horsefly. You come into MY house uninvited, eat my food, drink my water, buzz my head. And I'm just supposed to let it go?

Uncountable months later, I have finally finished what may just be the most inappropriately named product ever - Speed Stick.

Just got buzzed by that huge horsefly. I think it wants to be my Mountain Banshee.

Love that playing Hide n Seek with 2yo I can, from behind bed call "I'm in the toilet" and he will still run over and look inside.

Forget Swiffer, nothing beats the versatility of a good old fashioned sock mop.

Wordless Wednesday: Backyard Pirates

Happy Wednesday. If you want to know about more fun plans we have for the LIAYF backyard, I have a new post up today over at Dad Revolution . You can click over and check it out. And, as always, comments make my day.

Warning: This Post is Just for Men

Staring blankly ahead at the abyss that constitutes 2 score and 3 years on this rock, today doesn't find me buying into the whole Fatherhood Keeps You Young myth. Rather, today I am finding it pretty hard to ignore the obvious. At the end of this month I will be the parent of a 3 year old, and *gasp* I am beginning to show my age.

It was just this morning while working at my desktop that I realized that I was leaning at a noticeable angle into the screen. In fact, I was probably less than 6 inches away. It took me a minute but then I remembered that I actually had a pair of glasses in my desk. I'd had them there for maybe three or four years, ever since my left eye started getting weaker. I had only worn them for a short while but had discarded them because they were a pain.


Apparently, Lefty has gotten worse because when I put them on *ZOINKS! KAPOW!* I was instantly floored at how much better I felt. Plus, the colors were brighter, the textures much more visible, the images so much sharper. Blah, blah. You get the picture.

But it was definitely a marked improvement. And moving forward I'll just have to deal with the fact that my right eye has become decidedly more powerful than my left and since it's no longer compensating for its weaker sibling it could start going rouge on me. Perhaps seeing right through clothes, into people's souls, or possibly even burning holes through people's skulls. This could have dangerous implications if not dealt with properly.

Then, a short while later, as I parked myself in front of the Men's room mirror here at work with my glasses on, I was also able to notice that as much as I had wanted to think Mrs. LIAYF was simply giving me a hard time lately, that yes, there actually was a bit of salt sprinkled in with the pepper that is my hair.

No, this was not my first realization that I had gray hairs. That actually came a few months ago while in the bathroom back home. At the time, I heard Mrs. LIAYF let out a mini chuckle, before announcing that I had a gray hair growing out of my ear, while she tried to suppress a larger laugh. "No way!" I protested, sure that she was simply either messing with me or else misjudging its color.

It was at that point - cat quick - she reached up, clamped on, and ripped that bugger right out of my ear, roots and all. After screaming like a 9 year old girl for a couple of seconds, I opened my eyes to see what was unmistakably a fairly long gray hair dangling in front of me. Seriously? It looked like one of our cat's whiskers. This was one of those moments. I couldn't help it. We both burst out laughing - so hard tears eventually formed. Thankfully, that was the one and only gray (or any color) ear hair I've had to deal with.

But standing there this morning, in the men's room with my glasses on, I could actually see the small sprinkling of gray dusting my landscape. This was a harsh reality. One that was hard to ignore. I am an older father, and unfortunately for me and for Lukas, one who ought to be in better shape.

I'm not sure yet if this revelation will spark me into any kind of action. Perhaps from a fear that I will be the butt of jokes from my son's high school friends. I can hear it now "Hey Lukas, why is your Grandpa picking you up from school today?".

I'm thinking about it. That's all I can muster right now. I'm too tired.

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