Tonawanda News — I love Penny and Rigby more than anyone else I know. I would do anything for them. They bring pleasure to my life, make me strive to be a better person and inspire me.
But no matter how much inspiration there is, ideas that are worth writing about here aren’t always generated.
A lot of what happens is worthy of a mere Facebook update (what, you want to be my friend? Come find me! I like friends). Some of it would be too embarrassing to them to put into print (yes, even the guy who’s written about his son pooping on the living room floor has limits). And somewhere, somehow, I try to find a balance between offering stories that deliver some sort of message about parenthood and merely transcribing a (much better) version of “Kids Say the Darndest Things.”
Am I always successful? Heck no. Every parent has had similar experiences to mine. They have their cute stories, amusing anecdotes and “What the heck have I gotten myself into?” moments.
But I’ve been fortunate enough to have this forum with which to share my stories. Fortunate, to be sure, but also occasionally pressed. Both Penny and Rigby are in school now, so with me working at night, I can go days without seeing them sometimes.
Even when I see them, we often merely engage in the routine activities such as playing, feeding and bedtime that have been a part of this space many times.
But that can get old.
And even when I’m lucky enough to spend an entire day with my babies — whoops, Penny now insists that I call her my “medium kid” and not my baby — there is sometimes simply nothing I think you’d care to read about. I mean, we’ve all escorted our sons to use the bathroom and then taken a turn, only to have our sons using our bare backsides as a drum, right?