140 Characters
Many TulsaKids readers may know me from my role as host of the KRMG Morning News. But at home, I’m known only for one thing: Being Daddy. As my wife and I observe and interact with our three small children, I keep an instant diary, 140 characters at a time, on Twitter. The following is my spontaneous stream of consciousness as I observe my family:
What are you doing?
“No,” 8YO Sierra said. “Mommy always lets us have a donut after school.” I fell for the oldest trick in the book today. Impressed with her.
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It’s embarrassing how early some parents get to school to be 1st in pickup line. It’s equally embarrassing how early I have to be here to beat them.
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Sitting outside in the shade, cool breeze, chirping birds - perfect for taking a nap ... but some kids keep shouting “Daddy! Look at me!”
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“Boys, I know aiming can be tough sometimes, but I really don’t like scrubbing the walls when I’m scrubbing toilets.” - Me, to 6YO twin boys
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“Daddy,” 6YO Brooks asks as he slams inflatable sledge hammer on the floor, “Is this loud?” Yes, Brooks, regrettably it is.
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I just found a box of melted Tagalongs in backseat of minivan. Now I know exactly how stunned people were watching the Hindenburg disaster.
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“Brooks! Please stop goosing everyone! Who taught you that, anyway? What? I did? Huh. Don’t tell mom it was me, ok?”
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“I wish we could marry each other,” Hudson said to his 6YO twin brother Brooks. Two things: 1. Cutest. Thing. Ever. 2. Ew.
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“Sierra, I’m glad you ran to the bathroom to throw up, but next time, LIFT the lid, or you’re just throwing up ON the toilet, not in it.”
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One of the greatest hardships of our time is the lack of an industry standard on what defines a ‘small’ soft drink.
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My wife drove my car this weekend and reprogrammed my radio. HOLY COW - did you know they have music radio stations now?!
.... ........... Igniter on my grill stopped working. My 77YO dad says “You know those have batteries.” What? I’m 44YO and that man is still schooling me.
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My parents are staying at our house this weekend. I just caught my dad looking though my liquor cabinet. Oh, how times have changed...
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6YO Hudson walks up to home plate with a Babe Ruth swag, gives pitcher steely-eyed glare. He’s ready. Except he forgot his helmet. And bat.
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6, it seems. ~ The age when twin boys no longer always smell like cotton candy & maple syrup and start to actually smell like ... boys.

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