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Movember
I figured it was about time to teach Jackson about something that makes us men so manly… The Mustache. Mustache growing is more than just facial hair, it’s and art form. And what better month to do this than Movember.
In Movember, us Mo Bros, with their our new mustaches, become walking, talking billboards. Like a run or walk for charity we use our hairy ribbons to spark conversations around the often ignored issue of men’s health and seek to raise funds to support the work of the Movember Foundation.

In order to help Jax understand the importance of the Mustache I decided to take a look at the top 10 Mustaches in History:
10: Burt Reynolds (Whether you know him as Bo Bandit or Jack Horner… his ‘stache is an icon in and of itself)

9. Charlie Chaplain (The only reason he’s not higher on this list is because of the eyebrows).

8. Will Ferrel as Alex Trebek (Can’t just be Ferrell or just Trebek; has to be Ferrell as Trebek. A perfect example of a combination stache.)

7. Groucho Marx (simple… and looks like a piece of felt. I bet it’s soft.)

6. The Hulkster (Just a gorgeaus All-American fu-manchu.)

5. Wyatt Earp (Rumor has it that his mustache rode its own horse around Tombstone during the days of the Wild West.)

4. Rollie Fingers (Cool ass stache… even cooler name.)

3. Donnie Baseball (Screw you and your NO facial hair BS Steinbrenner.)

2. Tom Selleck (It’s a thing of perfection. I think it’s because you know there is a beautiful little smile under there somewhere.)

1. Mr. Yosemite Sam (I wonder if he dyes it?)

So there you have it… the ten greatest mustaches in history… All amazing in their own way; all 100% manly. I know one day my sons will grow up and want to try out the Famous Fragola Mustache… I know they will grow them in all their glory… I know they will look at it in the mirror and then, like I did, realize the only Fragola who can pull off the ‘stache is the OG Mustache Man…
Poppa Pete: (who has coincidentally drawn many comparisons to the first MUSTACHE MAN on our list- Burt Reynolds)


Now… since the writing of this original blog I have come under a cloud of controversy for leaving out a few famous staches. The following are two that were left off:
Manager Lou Brown from Major League (He only recives honorable Mention because his voice annoys me… PS: his ‘stache looks like one of those straw brooms you use to sweep out the garage.)
And lastly… a mistake on my part… a complete and under travesty being left off the stache list:
Ned Flanders (Flanders is so deserving. He is like one of those power conference runner ups who didnt get into the Big Dance because one of Mid Majors with a sub par record won their conference tourney and got an automatic bid.)
I’m a Horrible Dad
So today wasn’t the first time I was in charge for the day (notice how I didn’t say babysitting Adam Boshell). I’ve been in charge before, but today was different.
Today was the first time I screwed up… hang on… let me clarify… today was the first time I screwed up as far as Jax goes… hang on let me clarify that… today was the first time I screwed up as far as Jax goes when I was watching him alone… hang on let me clarify that… today was the first time I screwed up as far as Jax goes when I was watching him alone and am having continued feelings of guilt and sadness.
Daddy Day Care is a movie, the actors screw things up and the kids make a mess and get injured and then the movie is over and everyone laughs at how funny it was. But what happens when the Dad in charge of Daddy Day Care turns around and sees his son crying because he just smashed his head on the door frame? And you can’t just end the movie and laugh…?
I feel sick to my stomach… I called no less then 12 people for advice… I googled every possible scenario my wild imagination could come up with… is it a concussion? Is it a fractured skull? is it amnesia? I know I caused some sort of head trauma… just how bad is the issue.
Everyone I talked to told me the same thing… he will be fine… he cried right away, he didn’t get sick, he didn’t act different or weird, he ate and played the rest of the day just fine. But if all those things checked out OK… why do I still feel horrendous?
I think back to when I was a kid… when I was first born and we lived in Norwalk, the crazy neighbor upstairs dropped a flower pot on me and laster squirted me with the hose. i jumped off my toy box in my superman cape and sliced my chin open on the side of my bed, I had multiple concussions playing football… and I turned out OK… (shut up guys…)
I just can’t shake this feeling of guilt. I try to think about it through the lens of he wasn’t the first and won’t be the last kid to get dropped, bumped, or jolted. Luckily everything the rest of the day turned out OK… we both survived… but barely.
1:30 AM Thoughts
Things to Ponder at 1:30 AM:
1. “Who’s kid is that?”
…uhh seriously? That’s Jackson!”
2. “What’s a poo pattie?”
3. “Why doesn’t this damn thing work?”
4. “Does he look like he’s getting up?”
Packers Bears
15 Things we did as Kids that were Really Dangerous: Article Review
Although this blog is mostly saved for documenting my life as a father and our family as we grow together… Every now and again I come across an article that lends itself to a discuss about raising children.
Recently I read an article that was titled: 15 Things We Did as Kids That were Really Dangerous. I wasn’t totally surprised about what was on the list… I was assuming that there were going to be some no brainers on there like sitting in the back of the station wagon, or play with fireworks… but some of the things listed absolutely blew my mind… (thanks to www.chacha.com for the entertaining read).
15 Things We Did as Kids That Were Really Dangerous
1. Climbing Trees: ”When you’re a kid, you think you’re invincible, leading to some pretty reckless behavior!” Since when is climbing a tree reckless? It’s a tree, you’re supposed to climb it… what else are you supposed to do with it? When my brother was seven, he climbed a tree at our grandma’s house and fell out of it and broke his wrist. Without this incident he would have never learned that he is supposed to hold on to something when he is at high altitudes… Valuable life lesson if you ask me.

2. Jump off the Swings: “If you got a really good swing going, you could have jumped off at ten feet or higher! One wrong move and you could have easily hurt yourself.” That is exactly the point… when you’re a kid there is no better way of proving you’re a badass like jumping off the swing further than everyone else. At seven years old it’s pretty much the ultimate show off move in your bag of tricks.

3. Trick of Treating: “The fact that we send kids out one night a year to strangers houses begging for candy is crazy if you think about it too hard.” You know what, I don’t disagree with this one… I touched upon the craziness of this event in an earlier blog.

4. Playing with Sparklers: “Of course some kids are going to find away to play with actual fireworks, which is terrifying.” Listen I’m not saying give your kid a stick of dynamite or some mortar shells… but sparkles? Come on… They’re about as dangerous as a flashlight.

5. Seesaw: “Back in the day you had to rely on your partner to keep you safe, or not.” Seesaws are death machines… an evil torture device created to wreak havoc on the playgrounds of our childhoods. I hated when my “friend” would jump off and you would slam down from seven stories up. The shock waves that were sent up your rear-end and back were devastating.

6. No Seatbelts: “It wasn’t that long ago (the 80s) that kids weren’t required to wear seatbelts.” Is this true? If so… someone missed the boat on this one… not sure what kids didn’t get strapped in as a kid back in the ‘80s. Click it or Ticket!

7. No Helmets: “Kids never used to wear helmets to ride a bicycle. In fact, it would have been so embarrassing to do so, they probably would have rather died than be seen wearing a helmet.” I definitely fell victim to this one… I hated wearing a helmet. I have a little Beetle Juice head… so nothing ever fit me right… If I wore a helmet, I would have had to probably use a coffee mug, because everything else was too big. I’ll pass.

8. Play Outside All Day: “Anything could have happened the second you left the door and no one would have known until you didn’t come home on time that night. It was crazy!” Once my mom fed me breakfast, I was given a small amount of food and my sneakers and told not to come home until it was dark. I’m pretty sure she locked the door and took the phones off the hook too. That’s the way it should be… get outside, build a fort, play football in the street.

9. Sledding: “Of course sledding down a steep icy hill can result in some extreme speeds and watch out for the trees!” Sledding? Come on… really?!! No Comment

10. Staying Home Alone: “A generation or two ago, younger kids would often be left at home alone to fend for themselves while both parents worked.” Give the kids a hamster wheel and a water dispenser and a cell phone and they’re ok.

11. Dangerous Toys: “Many even involved projectiles such as lawn darts, slingshots and of course BB guns.” No guns in this house. Just not a fan.

12. Bunk Beds: “And it was also pretty easy to hit your head on the bottom of the top bunk. In fact, about 36,000 kids are injured on these beds every year.” Bunk beds are death traps! They’re coffins for people who are still alive. The above stat is probably just a third of the injuries that actually happen… because if it were me… no way would I actually admit that my kid was injured on a bunk bed. “There’s so much room for activities!”

13. Piñata: “OK, whose brilliant idea was it to give an already over excited child a stick, blindfold him and tell him to whack at a piñata full of candy while surrounded by other kids just waiting to rush in and grab that candy.” Until I read the description from this website I never knew how awesome piñatas really are. Dangerous- NO… Awesome- YES!

14. Sliding Down the Stairs: “If you didn’t slide down the stairs in a laundry basket or cardboard box or at least down the bannister, you didn’t fully enjoy your childhood!” Well when you put it that way… again another description that completely makes me wonder how anyone would find this activity dangerous. I’m 35 years old and I still slide down railings!

15. Licking the Spoon: “Little did we know that most of those doughs contained raw eggs that could very easily have exposed us to salmonella!” I guess this is a good way to end… You know you want to lick the brownie batter… you know its bad for you… you know you shouldn’t… but you do it anyway.

Father and Son
Natural Disaster
Live look in on me attempting to install the Bundle-Me in Jax’ carseat:

PS: Why the are these directions written in 17 different languages?

Maybe if they stuck to a language or two then I wouldn’t need Mr. Peanut’s monocle to read these damn instructions!

Although, now thinking this through a little bit more… how freaking cool would it be if you actually wore a monocle. I mean think about it… is there any cooler fashion accessory? Is there anything that can more appropriately say: I have very poor vision, but not so poor that I need two lenses. Mr. Peanut was a true legend of his time… Nothing says capitalism more than a peanut with a top hat, cane and monocle selling you other peanuts to eat!

Pimp Status: Infinity ^
Jax’ First Halloweenie

Halloween was never a favorite of mine. I don’t eat candy nor was I ever a big proponent of scary movies, scary stories, etc. But I guess if you can get past those issues and all the ridiculous pumpkin flavored crap being pushed than its not so bad of a holiday. Mom seems to love it… she always enjoyed dressing up with her friends and going out… plus she loves candy.

I haven’t been Trick or Treating since I was a kid… but this year we made it out to four houses with the little guy on his first halloween. We’ve dressed up the pups for years, but never took them out (although they did win 1st and 2nd place in the costume contest at Doggie Day Care a few years back.


It’s such an interesting holiday when you think about it… Let’s dress up in someone else’s clothes and walk around to people we don’t know and ask them for free stuff… better yet, lets ask them for chocolate and sugar, not money or something useful like that. When we are done let’s take all that candy home and organize it and then eat a piece a day until 2047.


Either way it was fun getting the little guy all dressed up as Pirate Captain Jack. He enjoyed the attention walking around to houses and was even pretty skilled at shoving his hand into the bowl and pulling out a giant candy bar. (As an aside, our neighbor Ron came bye to see Jax and told us his youngest finally asked to go out with his friends on his own). It was sort of a passing of the torch. All in all, fall, pumpkins, candy and kids go together, so we better join in and enjoy!

“Ahoy, me Hearties. It is I Cap’n Jack Come join me tonight as I plunder these here houses for bountiful booty!” #FirstHalloween #CaptainJack #Pirate #Booty

OCD and Yuck
I’m not sure sometimes who I’m writing this blog for… is really for Jackson? Is it for others who share my infinity for hilarious things that happen on a day to day basis? Or is it for me to finally come clean about my inner issues?
Well if it’s the latter I guess its time to come clean about something… I’m OCD… not Jack Nicholas from As Good as it Gets OCD… but OCD non-the-less. Not so much a huge deal when you live at home with a wife who is relatively clean and tidy, but a HUGE problem when you bring a little mess maker into the world. My OCD ramps up when things aren’t clean and tidy… when things are messy I get anxious. When things are dirty or germy I want to barf! Then you bring in this amazing little wonder into the house who makes every rainy day bright… but also brings with him germs that definitely could be derived from the Black Plague.
Here’s a list of my top three OCD inducing, dry-heave making issues:
1) Spit up: I don’t know about you, but the precursor to vomit (spit up) is just as disgusting as puke itself. I cannot deal with it. Why does it happen every single time I forget to put a bib on him or a burp cloth on my shoulder? Why is it hot? (My microwave can’t even heat up a cup of coffee that fast, how did he get it to 287 degrees farenheight in 14 seconds? Worst case scenario, Jax spits up while we are all eating… once that happens any food in the vicinity is dead to me… and there is no amount of hunger that could repair the damage done.
2) Caca: Caca is different from poop. Poop is just that poop… it happens, its gross but you just deal. But caca is disgusting. I don’t want to see it, I don’t want to smell it, I don’t even want to know it happened. Caca is the one where you know you are going to be sick when you hear the noises you child’s butt is making during the process. All I can think about is caca particles beong released into the atmosphere. I know they are there, you cant see them, but they are there waiting to penetrate everything you love… your clothes, your cup of water, even your pillow case… then it’s HELLO PINK EYE…
3) Floor Yuck: Floor yuck is another kind of invisible disgustingness that lurks around, well it lurks around the floor I guess. There is this repulsive cycle that I feel takes place in this world and it is far too often overlooked.

Now the variable here is floor yuck… you see floor yuck can be categorized into three main groups:
1) Caca Yuck: Anything poo related, dog poo, baby poo, diaper remnants, shoe prints that stepped in poo… or anything that could have come in contact with poo. There’s not enough hand sanitizer in the world to solve this problem.
2) Insect Yuck: There is nothing that makes me shiver more than bugs. I hate them, they are disgusting and I wish Noah never invited two of each on the arc. They are bringers of eternal disgustingness and literally carry every type of disease known to man. I want nothing to do with any of them.
3) Blood Yuck: Blood is right up there in the things that I wish didn’t exist. I know we need it to live… but couldn’t we have filled our veins with something useful, like maple syrup or a good IPA? I hate blood, the sight of it makes me want to pass out. The problem is that people bleed all the time, they bleed and let it drip, they leave a Hansel and Gretel bread crumb trail from their injury site to the bathroom where the Band-Aids are… then they wipe up the trail with a wet paper towel. I don’t care how strong the Brawny Man is… he aint cleaning up plasma and white blood cells. If blood touches the floor you might as well tear it up and burn it.
So you can see that I have slight issues with life sometimes. The thing is… Jax will inevitably make me want to vomit from time to time… weather it’s a diaper full of caca, spitting up or picking something up off the floor and shoving it into his mouth. I guess this blog is my way of admitting I may have a problem.





