Proud Father Post #497

While I have been told by a certain brother of mine(whom I love, despite his naivete) that my liking “every single post” Monkey Prodigy makes is a threat to his credibility, I must point out that someone’s son has been writing some awesome poetry and doing some excellent writing about writing over on his blog…

Reflections, a Sonnet and a Son

  Recently I posted about the incredible and world shattering fact that my oldest son has reached the age of two and twenty. It’s a fact I am still puzzling about. I am really not certain how this all transpired. Wasn’t it just a short time ago when I took a full thirty-five minute video of him…

Monkeys and Fortune Cookies

Several of you seemed to enjoy the fortune cookie poem yesterday, thank you, and so I dug deeper for an old poem I hadn’t read in a while. Everyone loves to add the words “in bed” to the end of their fortunes, but when my youngest was quite little we had a game of making…

My Firstborn Hits 22, How is this Possible?

There is just no way I went from looking at pictures of your Kindergarten graduation Monday morning, to having a beer with you Monday night. Photos of you in a fireman’s hat, a conductor’s cap, sleeping in your stroller. Really? Twenty two years? I don’t feel old enough for that. Well, then again, my feet…

Silly Star Poem at PUP for my Son the Monkey

You might have noticed that the Monkey Prodigy has been doing more and more videos lately, including some pretty fun poems. So I tried to read this one in his style. So often when the family is enjoying a day together Micah finds a pen and paper to write down some of the crazy things…

Unhappy Wedding, PUP and Personality

Warning, this may be one of those “Ends and Odds” posts of mine which are all over the map. Sort of just taking a fatherly, intellectual, spiritual, poetic dump. Um, yeah. I would bet that somewhere there is a blogging tutorial which instructs writers to never begin a post with a warning and apology, and…