Today I would like to introduce Maggie Mollie Mostly Muppet Mighty-Mop Moore. You may call her Maggie. Maggie is sixteen weeks old. Maggie is a labradoodle. A labradoodle, is, obviously,…
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Dear Santa, Yes, that’s right. It’s me. After all these years. You were probably expecting letters from my children, weren’t you? Well, keep your eye out; they’ll be along shortly.…
Left, right, left, right – okay, now I’m in the groove. Just keep the stride going for ten more minutes, and the treadmill odometer will hit that magic three-mile mark.…
I can chart my children’s maturation via their changing locations in the family car. First came the backward-facing infant seat, and then the forward-facing infant seat. Time passed and the…
This summer my family took a cross-country trip. No, not in a car, silly. We Moores develop homicidal tendencies when we spend too much time (that is, anything longer than…
All right, kids, you’ve waited all year for it, and now it’s finally here. Time for our annual trip to the beach, and pretty soon we’ll be on the road…
So, it is summer, and some of you are probably planning to send your children to camp for the first time. I have three words of advice: Don’t do it.…
You were just a trembling pup all those years ago, only eight weeks old when we picked you from the litter. We brought you home in a box filled with…
Okay, here we go, let’s see if we can get you to catch. It’s just a tiny flame at first, gnawing away at the edge of some crumpled newspaper. now…
When I was much younger, I made a promise to my future children.I would never answer their questions with the despised dismissiveness I so commonly received to my own (incessant)…
That’s okay, kids. Go ahead and laugh. I don’t mind. After all, it’s not every day you get to see your dad crawling across the wet lawn on his stomach,…
Happy Mother’s Day! As my gift to you this year, Dena, I am using this valuable DadZone real estate to publish an open letter of appreciation for the wonderful wife…