The Zone Defense

With Ella, we played a man to man defense and were able to sub out when one became too tired. When Miles was born, we stuck with the man to man but we were both getting more playing time. Once Cooper came along and the man to man was no longer effective, we had to switch over to the match-up zone defense. With the zone, you give up certain coverages at times, but you hope that you can rotate to the right position before the opponent can take advantage of the opening.

The zone is usually pretty effective, but once the opponent starts to figure out the gaps, then the defense has to counter with minor adjustments of their own. Last night, Ella discovered a gap in our zone, and the gap that she discovered is the worst major weakness in our match-up zone. We knew this weakness would be discovered, but we didn’t think it would happen this early.

Anyway, while everyone was in the car waiting on me to finish loading up, Miles asked Leslie for a piece of gum and she told him no. Once I got in the car, he asked me. Leslie told him that he shouldn’t ask the other parent after one of us has said no. I went on to explain to him that mommy and daddy are always on the same team and that the two of us would be tough to beat. Ella piped up and said, “Daddy, me, Miles, and Cooper will also always be on the same team. And that means it is 3 vs 2 and we will even be harder to beat than you and mommy.”

So we will continue with the zone defense, we are just going to have to make some adjustments and be a little quicker at covering our gaps sooner than we thought.



Potaytoes or Potaughtoes

My spelling is probably terrible, and the pronunciation really doesn’t matter, but you don’t get to blog about potatoes very often so I had to lead with that.

Anyway, last night as my bride and I got ready to out ourselves to bed, we noticed that one of our children had left us each a raw potato on our pillow. Her’s was in a Tupperware with the top on it and mine was on a plate. Ella denied any involvement when asked and Miles just smiled. When Miles rolled into our room this morning, he asked if we got our potatoes but still wouldn’t offer and explanation.

So we got potatoes and we don’t have a clue why. And this is one if the many mysteries of parenthood…


Help a daddy out…

After taking Ella to the local water park today, I quickly learned that the majority of the human race does not lack self confidence.

I understand there are different body types. And sure, be proud of what the good Lord gave you if you choose. But just know there is a time and place for everything. After a trip to the local water park, I don’t feel as though I need to be prepared to tell my 5 year old about a lower appendage that belongs to a certain humped desert animal. Or about things that keep escaping from the very bondage that is meant to hold them in place. This is a conversation that I am not ready to have yet, and I would appreciate it if the world would be understanding of this and help me out. Thanks.

A Few Confessions of a Dad…

1). It is harder to say no to our little girl than it is our little boy. Fair or not, it is the truth. We want to raise him to be tough, but struggle with letting her be anything but our little princess.

2). We don’t like to punish you. We do it because we want you to learn early that there are consequences with every decision we make.

3). Sometimes we sing Disney tunes while you aren’t in the car. Once we realize this, we stop immediately and crank up Avenged Sevenfold. Loud. Very loud.

4). When you are asleep in the car, it is difficult to take the rearview mirror off of you and put it back on the road.

5). We try to act tough for you and for your mommy, but somethings do break out hearts. We just act tough until you aren’t around.

6). Sometimes we want to physically hurt a three year old kid when they hurt you. But we know we can’t.

Understanding Boys

32 seconds. I settled in to the back bedroom, after letting my wife know that I was out of commission for a couple hours, and 32 seconds later I reappeared. I ran through the house screaming. My little boy chased me, screaming as well. My little girl was sitting on the couch coloring. Once I returned to the bedroom, my little girl asked Leslie what was wrong with me. After Leslie told her what I was watching, she simply said “Boys….I just don’t understand them.”

It was an hour and a half later before I reappeared again. With three kids, I usually don’t get time like this, but this time I did. After an hour and a half, I let out a loud sigh of aggravation. This was completely ignored by everyone. About 4 minutes later, my wife again heard clapping and cheering. Ten more minutes of silence, then there were a couple of claps of relief and I returned to the living room.

We enjoyed the rest of our night together. The kids took baths and watched their bedtime cartoon before being tucked in. Once they went down, my wife and I picked up around the house a bit before settling in and catching up on a little TV ourselves before turning in for the night.

Nobody asked because they knew. The final was U.S. 2-Ghana 1. This is World Cup Soccer at my house…and I wouldn’t have it any other way.


And my little girl still doesn’t understand boys. And I’m okay with that, because though she doesn’t know it yet, I know that she never really will.


The Simple Things

It has been a pretty uneventful Father’s Day, but to be honest, that is the way I prefer things.

After returning late from the beach last night, the whole family got up and went to church.

I got to talk to my dad and I will probably get to spend some time with him tomorrow. I’m blessed to have a dad that I can still talk to and see often.

I’ve got a 5 year old little girl that told me today, tomorrow, and the next day would be Father’s Day and that she would get me whatever I wanted (examples she gave: food, drink, remote). But then after that, she said I’m on my own again.

I’ve got a 3 year old little boy that acts like it is the first time he has ever seen me every time I walk into the house, and after giving me a giant hug, he announces to everybody else “daddy’s home.”

I’ve got a 1 year old little boy that seeks me out when he is tired because he knows I will stop whatever I am doing and bounce him until he (or we) falls asleep (this benefits both of us).

I’m blessed with a wonderful wife that is a great mommy to our kids.

We are surrounded by family that loves and cares for us as well as for our kids and we are reminded daily of that.

I’m blessed way more than I deserve, and the simple things are a daily reminder of that.

Happy Father’s Day to all the great dads in the world. I hope you had a blessed day.



3,287.18 days



Over 3, 287 days.  9 years.  As of today, that is how long I have been married.  Sure, when you commit to a marriage you give up some things, but the things you gain far outweigh those that you lose.  Since we have been married, I have gained 23 lbs.  That is a gain I could have done without, but it is there nonetheless.  I have gained a lifelong companion.   I have gained someone that understands me.  I have gained memories that will never be forgotten, even as we create more.  I have gained a pet name that I’ll keep to myself.  I have gained the wonderful opportunity to be called “daddy”.  I have gained so much, and it breaks my heart to see so many marriages give up so easily.  Because in the end, when you fight through all the difficult times, the gains are incredible.

Newlyweds, enjoy your one on one time together before you start a family.  The family life is great, but create memories you can cherish with your spouse.  You will still be able to do this after a family has been started, but the opportunities will be few and far between.  And it changes so quickly.  Leslie and I were celebrating New Year’s Eve in the middle of Times Square in 2007, and then at the exact time in 2008, just one year later, we were at the hospital bringing our first child into the world.  It all happened so fast and everything changed.  Of course, life goes on, and changes are good, but again, I wasn’t prepared for the swiftness of the change.  Then 2 years later, it all changed again with the birth of our first son.  Then about another two years later, it changed yet again with the birth of our third, and final, child.

These 3, 287 days have been a blur, but they have been awesome.  I know that I wake up next to someone every morning that loves me and supports me and understands me.  I know that even though we may not agree on everything, we will make it through anything.  That is a good feeling, but I also realize you’ve got to fight for what you want.  Marriage isn’t easy.  It is awesome, but it isn’t easy.  Nothing that is great comes free, and I think too many newlywed couples assume that it does.  Be ready to fight.  If you aren’t willing to fight for your marriage, then maybe you should reconsider the union created by God.

So fight.  Fight for the one you love.  Don’t give up.  I married a woman that I know will fight with me when the dark side of marriage pokes out its ugly head.  That is a good feeling.

Though our lives are hectic, we make sure that our kids understand our love for one another, and that is important to me.  Our kids already know and understand that they will not be able to wedge between us.  They know they will always respect their mother or they will have to deal with me.  They know we are a united front.  Without us, there is no them, and they understand that.  And that is as important to Leslie and it is to me.

So Happy Anniversary Leslie!  These 3, 287 days have been incredible.   As one of my favorite movie characters ever once said, “You complete me.” I am reminded everyday about how we are meant to be together.  We have created some great memories.   And I look forward to making more incredible memories until death do us part.