Now, about four years into this whole fatherhood thing, I’m realizing something I only understood intellectually before – I don’t know shit. When talking to my friend AAron the other day, we were discussing child-rearing and I conceded that yes, I would probably screw up Monki somewhere along the way. No matter how much we try to do the right things in the right way, we (and, let’s face it, all parents) are going to screw up and make mistakes. Continue reading
I like Kickstarter. I also like Etsy. Hell, I like shopping at independent bookstores and supporting my local (even though it’s 5000 miles away) comic book shop, Alternate Reality. Honestly, I try to do whatever I can to support small businesses. But really, none of that is the point of this particular post. Continue reading
About 6 weeks ago, we entered our apartment. And there, with the exception of a few forays to get food and necessary supplies, we stayed. And, in fact, it was pretty much only me going out, so Rasa and Monki, they really stayed. Monki hadn’t left the house since the 13th of March (remember, we talked about that).
We had our masks and a box of disposable rubber gloves, we got our groceries delivered, lined up outside the door like wounded soldiers, the delivery guy playing a positive version of “ding dong ditch.” We sterilized everything that came in to the house, all the packaging, double and triple washing the fruits. Continue reading
Last August, we figured it was time and signed up our relatively freshly minted three-year old for a public kindergarten (which is pre-school in America – the terms are flopped here). And so, on the second of September, when school started for everyone, Monki was ready. Off we went to her new school, dropped off a crying little one with her new teacher, and went about our business for the morning. Continue reading
It’s strange to think that yet another year has passed, that in the arbitrary marking of the start and end point of the annual circle of the planet around the sun, we’ve come around yet again. But we have and so I’m going to set down some thoughts on the 12 months which just passed and 12 which are in front of us, just to take stock. Continue reading
For a couple of days now, all Monki has wanted was to get and carve a pumpkin. Okay, to be fair, she wanted to go to a pumpkin patch and get a pumpkin and she wanted to dress up like a puppy dog, while I dressed like a pirate and Rasa was a fairy. Continue reading
September 21-22, 2019, the dates of this year’s Comic Con Baltics, had been on my calendar since probably sometime in April, when I had been invited to come and meet the organizers to talk about the project which would become Generation Geek.
As time went by, several Generation Geek videos were released and I was asked if I would participate in the con itself. Naturally, I agreed. Of course, I didn’t know what I was agreeing to, but sure, I’m game for anything. Continue reading
It’s okay when she cries in your hands
It’s okay that she only wants her mom
It’s okay that you can’t put her to sleep
It’s okay that you still don’t understand your status
It’s okay that you don’t have that connection, that everybody is talking about
It’s okay that you still don’t understand your job definition
It’s okay that you don’t make her laugh It’s okay that you’re tired
It’s okay that you’re angry
It’s okay that things don’t work out for you
It’s okay to ask for a hug
It’s okay to share your partner with everything you go through, even if it doesn’t seem so manly
It’s okay that your life has changed
It’s okay that your plans have been canceled
It’s okay that you have no time for anything
It’s okay to feel weak
It’s okay to be moody
It’s okay to feel lonely
It’s okay to ask for help
— Yehuda Devir, One of Those Days
School starts next week. For me. For Monki, it starts the week after. Yup! She’s not only enrolled in kindergarten/preschool, but she also starts ballet classes on Monday the second of September. Now, those events will probably warrant a post of their own, but in the meantime, this is my last weekend before the semester starts and I have to knuckle down and get stuff done.
Therefore, we decided to take a little break and have some fun family time. This decision was aided by the fact that one of Rasa’s good friends was getting married and we wanted to go and congratulate the happy couple. Continue reading
“You stink. Go. Now! Take a shower.”
This is my wife talking to me after I got home this morning from doing something I wasn’t sure I would be able to do – Running on a track.
Look, I know I’m beating a dead horse with this talking about running thing. Just recently, I talked about my virtual running and I’ve talked about it in terms of setting (and accomplishing) goals. But almost all of my running has been at the gym, on the treadmill. Continue reading