Mornin’, all! Your old friend JJ here, comin’ atcha from my crib. One daughter’s in pre-school at the moment; my wife and son are on a mini-date (I lost any gangsta vibe with the semi-colon, didn’t I?). I’m getting ready to take my middle child (also a super incredible daughter) to my favorite bookstore, a […]Read more "More Raves for THE NIGHTMARE GIRL and HorrorHound Weekend Approaches"
One of my older daughter’s nicknames is Sparkle, so we’ll go with that for now. A quick story about her… When Sparkle was a wee baby, we brought her home from the hospital (after only a brief debate). I was prepared for the worst. See, my first child (my son) was Mr. High Energy and allowed […]Read more "For My Daughter on Her Seventh Birthday: The Grub on My Chest"
Confession time. Oversharing time. Look away in embarrassment time. But that’s why I’m here, right? To make everybody uncomfortable? I have a powerful physiological reaction to certain songs. I’ve always been extremely sensitive and incredibly susceptible to…well, everything. Certain weather makes me shiver with delight. The mere mention of a movie can transport me back […]Read more "Bach’s “Sheep May Safely Graze” or The Song That Reduces Me to a Trembling, Weeping Mess"
I posted a few days ago about my six-year-old’s tendency to sing opera whenever things get stressful. I figured today I’d post about my three-year-old’s habit of roaring, barking, or growling at me whenever she doesn’t get her way. My wife calls her the Little Sergeant. I’ll call her the Peach, which was what I […]Read more "The Toddler Roar"
My middle child, my first daughter, she’s one of the funniest people I’ve ever met. We’ll call her Sparkle, for her sparkly blue eyes. I can’t begin to describe her in a short blog post, but I’ll share these quick details: She’s six. She’s never in a hurry. She is addicted to pickle juice and […]Read more "Stress Opera"
Life in the trenches. That’s what it feels like sometimes with small children. Being a parent is the most amazing experience of my life, but to do it well takes more energy, patience, and time than I ever would’ve imagined. This isn’t a complaint—it’s simply a preamble about my fellow foot soldier, my wife of ten years (this […]Read more "For My Wife on Mother’s Day 2014"
We’re dancers, my family. Oh, I don’t have any skill at it. In fact, were one to drive by our big picture windows during one of our dance sessions, one would think I was being attacked by a swarm of Japanese hornets. Or suffering from demonic possession. We jump, shake, twist, and perform our own […]Read more "The Weekly Janz Dance Party"
If you’re looking for profundity, stop reading now. This post isn’t going to be earth-shattering or life-changing. It’s just a simple thought I had a few minutes ago. I was in the backyard playing with my wife and kids. It’s a hot day, but it was still nice to throw the Aerobie, watch my youngest […]Read more "A Simple 9/11 Thought"
Okay, Pal. Here’s the deal. In exchange for the items listed below, I promise not to tell Mommy the following three things, okay? 1. That we pee in the yard every chance we get. We usually keep the micturation to the back corners where no one can see us, but everybody likes a little variety, […]Read more "To My Son on His Eighth Birthday: The Exchange"
Last Wednesday I took my daughters (five and two) to a buffet-style restaurant. A fiftyish woman saw me carrying my two-year-old and holding my five-year-old daughter’s hand and asked, “Mommy’s night off?” I told her my wife was having a date with my son and that the two were just enjoying some time together. The […]Read more "A Post-Mother’s Day Thought"