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Sitting in the park waiting for you…to get in the car seat


Silly games, bits, repeat shenanigans are a magical dad experience. The magic of the routine fades but don’t forget them. You can bust ‘‘em out once in a while. Ties those early years back to the present to everyone’s delight and closeness


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This is one of my favorite poems ✨ “Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life.”

cernicageanina's tweet image. This is one of my favorite poems ✨

“Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life.”
cernicageanina's tweet image. This is one of my favorite poems ✨

“Do not ask your children to strive for extraordinary lives. Help them instead to find the wonder and the marvel of an ordinary life.”

Post a tweet, you're the lindyman Post for us tonight Well, we're all in the mood for volatility And you got us feeling the 4HL


hey guys this could be huge. for our monthly meeting tmrw at 9, let's spice it up. grab your dog make it look like a dog zoom meeting. post it on social. Shows our strong culture. never know. maybe that rex guy retweets it. dog playing poker level viral potential.


the anti-guru is the new guru


The grifter, the guru and the clout chaser.


You relish being the very hungry caterpillar - constantly inching along consuming everything in sight. Given the chance to stop you don’t. But now you must. Been hearing the butterflies are in decline. When I get out of this cocoon I’m gonna change that. You should too.


Person A: Puts in no effort and expects everything to go right. (Unredeemable) Person B: Puts in loads of effort and expects everything to go wrong. (Redeemable) Person C: Puts in loads of effort and expects everything to go right. (Esteemable)


Boxcar door open. My paces pick up. Time it right. Launch. my knee buckles till face hits snow and dirt and hurt. I lay prone. God this feels good to not be dead or alive or me. I get up and remember and i don’t feel so good anymore. I go home.


Sometimes I read obituaries of random people who died 12 years ago at age 95. Maybe they bounced around central Minnesota their entire life with a stint snowbirding in Tucson for a decade or so mixed in. Their obit reads as textbook bland but their life reads as textbook full.


I’ve lived in the desert I’ve lived on a hill I’ve lived in the city so busy And where it’s still. Same key unlocks home everywhere. Slide on your boots or don’t. Do walk. See where you are and you’ll see who you be. Go outside and find inside is the only home for you or me


I couldn’t imagine you if I tried for a million years


Modern mandate 1: Exposure - avoid it. always. Suppress, hide, front, stunt. Cool down, heat up. Set it up. Press up. Dare to be wrong? Ding dong. that is exposure 101. Stay in your lane. Keep it narrow. Keep it thorough. But please, please keep it comfy. I'm sensitive.


*plop*. This is your ode. Whether snow or sand or balls blue, yellow or green, the plop reigns supreme. haven’t plopped today? find a place and plop away. Your soul will stir your mouth will curl into a little grin. It leads your mind to an easy thought - why not plop again?


There you are. Every time I hold you, I’m also looking back at me. Imperceptible most of the time. Sounds about right. All this reflection. And nothing. Better to stare into the void. Anyone? Else? fill the frame.


I’d like to say something important today. That stands the rest of time. It’s years not likes that matter to me. And that is the point of the rhyme.


I think I overthink. I think, I overthink. I think. I overthink. I do and I undo, the thinking I had overdone. But if the thinking starts again, the doing will be done. I think I overthink. Then I think I should do. If I do great. If I don't I'm done.


My boy knows the chickadee. My boy counts 1,2,3. My boy fake laughs. My boy likes rain in the bath. My boy knows so little yet lives so free. Oh the things my boy teaches me.


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