Super Blockmasta Kidestructo: The Game

Here”s a game you and your wife can play with your baby or toddler. It”s competitive, has sweet rewards, and your kid will get exercise. Now what”s better than that? Learn about the fun new craze that will sweep baby nation, Super Blockmasta Kidestructo: The Game

Here”s what you will need to play the game:
• 2 sets of building blocks (Not LEGO or anything that snaps together)
• A crawling or barely walking baby
• A desire to kick your wife”s butt in everything you do
• A willingness to bet on your building skills or pay the price

Here’s how to play:
Position you and your wife between 5 and 10 feet from each other. You and your wife each builds a tower of blocks. Once the towers are built, place your kid in the middle.The goal is to try and get your kid AKA Super Blockmasta Kidestructo to knock down the other person”s tower. So as you and your wife are furiously building towers, your kid is getting a workout of epic proportions.

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When Your Kid Drops the F Bomb.

You and the family have just sat down to a home cooked meal.  You both are battle scarred from long days at the office and or child care. Your 3 year old is presently giving you a recap on important days events like nursery school, gymboree, gymnastics  and swimming lessons when she says: "Little F@ckers".

What should a noodad do?

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Back Off! We Just Got Home!

International Adoption often includes traveling to far off
countries with upside down time tables. 
You know what I mean. China
for instance is 12 or 13 hours ahead of Eastern Standard Time.  The good people of your adoption agency
understand this. Acclimation is one of the (best) reasons that they schedule a
few days in Beijing
before you go to your baby’s capital city. If you decide to travel to Korea, Russia,
Kazakhstan,
the same could easily apply.

 
While you are spending 2 weeks in China getting to know your new
baby, the excitement builds at home. 
When we went, we literally had a few thousand hits to our blog while we were gone.  We also had a gallery on the site and
uploaded about 100 pictures while we were overseas.  Then the scary thing started to happen. We
started to get emails from family and friends telling us that they were looking
forward to seeing us after we got home. They were even proposing dates to do
so.  The excitement of the moment clearly
clouded their thinking as many of these messages mentioned the week that we got
home as “good” meeting times.  At the
time, even my wife and I did not appreciate the magnitude of the problem.  We added additional stress to our situation
that we could have prevented with George-Bush-style preemptive measures.

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Shore Nice to Sea You: Family Driving Vacations Part 1

Back in the day, my dad would wake us up at the (_._) crack
of dawn. He would then proceed to toss my brother and I into the station wagon,
scream and yell at my mother while squeezing in a few more last minute
necessities, put the dog in the way-back, pay 88 cents a gallon for gas,
complain about it and then attempt to break the world record for slowest drive
time from Clevepuke, (not to be confused with Pittspuke or Pukesburg, PA) OH. to
Vacationland, USA,
also know as Buffalo, New York.

Some families have traditional vacations that they pass down
from generation to generation like “going to the lake” or whatever.  All of my vacations as a kid were just as
lame as the one above. My old man and old lady’s idea of a vacation was what I
now call a DAYTRIP. Of course that is why I have chosen to do exact the
opposite of what my parents did.  My kids
will benefit from the lameness of their grandparents.

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SEFs: Why they rule and you can’t

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There Ain’t Nothing Wrong With Breasts

Dawn Olsen has published a good article at Blogcritics on the
controversial breastfeeding cover on BabyTalk magazine. Following is an
excerpt from her article with my comments following:

"In this country, we want our breasts to be large, full, and barely
covered by skin-tight Hooters' t-shirts."

NOODAD RESPONSE: Absolutely

"What we DON'T want,
apparently, is to see pictures of babies
doing what babies have done since the dawning of mankind: nursing at
the nipple of their mother. The outrage over a cover shot on BabyTalk magazine for an article on breastfeeding is hysterically ironic."

NOODAD RESPONSE: I have no complaints

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Dont Forget to %#!* Your Wife

The following Public Service Announcement is sponsored by noodad.com.

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Noodad Link Love

After 4 months of content and lots of love from other sites, we felt it was time to return the favor. The following are a bunch of sites that dig what we do and we dig them for digging us. So after you spend some time getting through our site, take a side trip to these guys. They offer great content for parents and most specifically dads. Enjoy!

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Surviving the Emergency Room

This past weekend, my wife made an unexpected visit to the
emergency room with my daughter. Friday morning, my daughter woke up
with over 25 mosquito bites all over her body including 3 underneath
her left eye. Apparently mosquitos got into her room in the night
(probably due to faulty weatherproofing of the air conditioning unit I
installed) and massacred my little girl.

After 24 hours, the
bites under her eye started to swell to Italian Stallion proportions.
The eye became tender, extremely painful, and bigger by the hour. It
was time to call the Urgent Care number (reserved for questions during
weekend hours). That was followed by a quick appointment, then a
redirect to the emergency room at the hospital. The result was a
diagnosis of Cellulitis, an infection in the deep tissues of the skin.
This was caused by my daughter scratching her mosquito bite and getting
it infected. A 7 day dose of antibiotics should clear it up.
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Your Toys Were Deadly And You Didnt Know It

When your dad was a kid he and his buddies used to run around the yard shooting each other with slingshots and pellet guns. They would happily plunk each other in the ass or neck or eye with BBs, rocks and marbles. Of course YOU were never allowed to do the same. Your dear old folks would never allow it. My dad used to talk about how his friend blew his thumb off with a cherry bomb. I bet that he and his friends were allowed and encouraged to play with explosives.  In contrast to them, we were stuck running around the yard "shooting" each other with toy replica AK47s and stabbing away with our plastic bowie knives. Of course you cannot do that today.  Now all of the guns are pink and orange and fire water, while all edges have been converted from Bert to Ernie.

And now noodad, ask yourself: Would I let my kids play with the toys I had as a kid?

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