Mom’s iPod battery stopped charging the other week. Being the stay at home dad and keeper of Baby Mojo I offered for us to go by the Apple store to get a new battery.
A bit of background information: Daddy Mojo doesn’t have an mp3 player. I’ve got hundreds of cds and have burned some of them on the computer, but haven’t fully leapt over digitally yet. Call me a relic or fan of album cover art, but all the new music I purchase is still on disc. Somewhere Captain Planet is shaming me into making the leap fully to digital music. Continue reading Dad goes to the Apple store for the first time
Marriage can be called the grand compromise. When men enter this partnership and become a husband or maybe even a father, they have certain things that they’ll need to hunker down and take. As a new husband I learned quickly that the cinematic tastes of the fairer sex were one of those things. When I became a father, my capacity to appreciate some of her favorite movies increased, as long as I was sitting down and didn’t have a writhing, screaming toddler near me. Continue reading Five movies that estrogen love and dads can enjoy
I had always been curious about reality television. When I had the opportunity to have It’s Me or the Dog tape an episode at PAWS Atlanta I jumped at the chance. Prior to their taping I had several conversations with the producers and explained why the shelter would be a good candidate for the show. The producers had been kicking around the possibility of doing an episode of It’s Me or the Dog that was centered on an animal shelter, instead of a family having issues with a couple of dogs. Continue reading Once more with feeling-Crash course in reality television
As previously mentioned in my ramblings, I’m a stay at home dad and care for Jake during the week. On the weekends Mom steps in so I can read comics, nap, climb trees and do other guy type activities.
One Saturday I passed Mom in the kitchen while Jake was rolling around on the floor.
“Do you get tired during the week?”, she asked.
“Yes, I’m exhausted during the week and it’s all because of this energy sponge, just sucking our lifeforce”, I said. I knew that she was joking because she was getting beat down by the 29 week old screamapillar that I see during the week. It’s ironic, that the reason for the daddy blog is often the reason that I can’t work or create things for the daddy blog.
However, my off comment about the lifeforce being sucked out of me triggered a memory about a movie that I used to love as a kid.
The other night Mommy Mojo and I were relaxing at home. It had been an exhausting day and we decided to rent something from our shortlist queue of movies that aren’t too objectionable for either of us. The Tooth Fairy was on that list.
Dwayne “Can you smell what The Rock is Cookin” Johnson, plays an almost over the hill hockey player who is infamous for knocking out other player’s teeth. He’s dating a single mom (Ashley Judd) with two children, the younger of which is losing some teeth. Hockey player casts doubts on the tooth fairy, has to serve time being one-while occassionally playing hockey and being a daddy role model to the Judd’s older son.
Hilarity, romance ensue, cue the suprise casting by Seth MacFarline and Billy Crystal, fade out with a lesson learned for everybody involved. The Rock was good for what it was, as was, Ashley Judd-who was almost unrecognizeable, did she have plastic surgery or something? She didn’t need plastic surgery, if she had it as she was always super cute and fun to watch in any of her damsel in distress movies with Morgan Freeman. Bottom line, The Tooth Fairy was a semi enjoyable, Lifetime movie masquerading as a vechicle for The Rock that could’ve easily been shown on any number of cable networks.
There you go dads, I just saved you rental fee and ninety minutes. Having said that, this was my first time seeing such a movie now that I have a child.
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