I just got back from my high school reunion. Twenty years! Yes, I do realize how old that is, so you can lose that OMG face. I went up to my hometown (Lynden, WA) by myself, which I thought was going to be the best way to go. I was going to stay at a friends house, and because tickets were expensive, and we didn’t really know how it was going to work up in my hometown (babysitters and stuff), I decided to go by myself. HUGE mistake.

I stayed at my friends’s’s’ house: JB and Mindie Ramerman. They don’t look on the internet, so I can talk as much crap about them as I want. Oh, wait, but her mom and sister are probably reading this, and my hometown is where the phrase, “holy crap this place is gossipy!” was invented…I better keep it clean and positive.

My view in the morning as I woke up! Not too shabby!

I’m being silly…ish. It was the funnest home and especially so for young boys like Noble and Alistair! I got to ride a four wheeler, check crawdad traps, pick blueberries and raspberries off a large farm, (Thank you to the Enfields and the Clarks…we totally stole your berries…it’s JB’s fault) and we floated in, and sun burned our flesh in, his large intex pool. We saw toads, and there was plenty of forest to explore. My kids would have been in heaven! I should have had the whole family come up with me. Bad Dad.

Stealing…er…picking Andy Enfield’s berries. Andy, JB says he called, and that he left you a voicemail, and that leaving a voicemail implies consent. So…there’s that.
Stealing…er…picking Andy Enfield’s berries. Andy, JB says he called, and that he left you a voicemail, and that leaving a voicemail implies consent. So…there’s that.

But I’m not just Bad Dad. I have an alter ego: Good Dad. Recently, I was able to do some good thanks to my friends at Life of Dad and The National Fatherhood Initiative and their #DadsDoGood campaign. I loaded up some books into a Honda Odyssey (which, by the way, I couldn’t stop freaking out about solely because it has a vacuum equipped in the back! DREAM FEATURE! Hashtag – why the heck has THAT feature taken so long) and we took the books to a preschool and…well, just watch the video! Good times!

Memory lane time: my favorite books growing up were pretty much anything from Roald Dahl: The BFG, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, George’s Marvelous Medicine. And, of course, Shel Silverstein. I also remember reading the C.S. Lewis Narnia books as well as A Wrinkle in Time. What did you read growing up?