Archive for the ‘The Way Things Are’ Category
Wordless Wednesday: Unique Reading Habits Kids Get from their Fathers
Posted by PapiBlogger on Wednesday February 29th, 2012 at 03:54 PMNews of Baby’s Sex Produces Some Family Drama
Posted by PapiBlogger on Tuesday January 31st, 2012 at 08:57 AMI was fairly certain that Baby No. 4 was going to be a boy. That’s what my wife’s maternal instinct told her and that’s what my paternal self wanted as we went yesterday to get the final, determining ultrasound.
When our ultrasound technician Eileen told us that we were having a girl, I was almost in disbelief.
“What? Are you absolutely sure?”, I asked her.
“Yes, she’s got her legs wide open. You can see the three lines perfectly.” (more…)
Boy or a Girl? Today We’ll Find Out
Posted by PapiBlogger on Monday January 30th, 2012 at 11:50 AMToday – moments from now really – is the big day we finally learn our baby’s sex.
Between my wife Angela and daughters Elena and Briani, I have tons of estrogen in the house so it sure would be awesome have a second boy to help balance things out.
My wife and Elena want a girl for different reasons. Angela thinks another girl would be more seemless for us to transition to because we have all of Briani’s clothes, the rooms would only need minor touch up and besides that, girls are like little dolls. (more…)
Can someone please solve this mystery photo? Inquiring minds want to know
Posted by PapiBlogger on Thursday January 19th, 2012 at 10:08 AMI’ve taken lots of weird photos in my lifetime but the picture posted here today with this story eats the cake. My wife, three kids and I ran into the woman whose legs are pictured here the other day at the valet for a local mall. The apparently well-heeled woman was casually standing with her husband when the PapiBlogger dude in me pulled out his iPhone and silently snapped away at what you see here.
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Puberty – and ‘The Talk’ – Scares the Crap Out of Me
Posted by PapiBlogger on Sunday November 6th, 2011 at 10:25 AMMy son Jonathan just started middle school and wouldn’t you know it? Two weeks after the school year began and a month after he joined his new tween tackle football team, Jonathan casually called his sister an X-Rated word to get her to stop whining about something. In front of my face, he told his sister Elena to stop being the slang word for a woman’s sexual organ. Yep, THAT word!
“Where did you get that word!!!?”, I asked him.
“Oh, it’s just something we say on the football team. I just said that to her because Elena was whining again.”
I was ticked and disturbed.
“Don’t you EVER use a bad word to talk about your sister or anybody else like that again,” I warned him.
It was in that instance of Jonathan uttering that Level 3 foul word (more…)
Perks of Blogging: Witnessing a Guinness Book of World Record attempt for salsa dancing mark
Posted by PapiBlogger on Saturday October 15th, 2011 at 08:46 PM452 couples dancing to salsa music for five minutes.
That’s all it would have taken today to break the Guinness Book of World Records for the largest salsa dance at Miami’s Jungle Island theme park.
I served as one of the two witnesses that certifies a world record but alas the weather didn’t help our cause. Despite the valiant efforts of the Jungle Island’s staff to round up park visitors, and a special dance appearance by Puss in Boots and Kitty Softpaws, the world record attempt fell short by 102 couples.
Oh well, what matters is that they tried and everyone had a lot of fun trying. The record of 451 couples was set in Caracas, Venezuela, in October 2006 but this sounds like a mark that’s destined to fall hard, especially in a city like Miami. It WILL be broken next time.
How we met NFL star Ray Lewis
Posted by PapiBlogger on Sunday October 9th, 2011 at 03:37 PMBaltimore Ravens star linebacker Ray Lewis recently read the story I wrote about my son’s football dreams and decided he wanted to come watch him play yesterday.
Well, ok, maybe that’s not exactly true but he did come to a game and saw my son. Mr. Lewis’ own son was on the team that played my son’s team and got blown out 26-0. My son is allowed to play in blow outs so technically Mr. Lewis saw Jonathan take the field.
After the game, my son begged me to take a photo of him with Mr. Lewis but that was gutsy of him because my son was still wearing his opposing team football uniform and Mr. Lewis was giving the defeated team a pep talk.
As soon as Ray was done, my son pretty fearlessly approached Mr. Lewis as he walked briskly to his Ferrari with his son. When my son asked him for a quick photo Lewis graciously shook Jonathan’s hand and asked him for his name but he didn’t pause. Fearing that a throng of other people would hunt him down for photos and autographs, Ray politely told us he couldn’t pause but didn’t mind if we took some photos of him walking back to his car. I took a couple of blurred shots of him with Jonathan and then told my son we also had to leave.
Minutes later my son and I prepared to board our car when lo and behold there came Ray Lewis, quietly behind our car inside his Ferrari. He motioned to my boy and I to come over for the photo we couldn’t get earlier. My son rushed to Ray’s side of the car, they both smiled and I snapped this quick photo you see above this story. This football season has had a lot of pleasant surprises. This is just the latest chapter.
Wordless Wednesday: Kids on luggage ride free
Posted by PapiBlogger on Wednesday September 28th, 2011 at 09:24 AMWordless Wednesday: Fish Woman
Posted by PapiBlogger on Wednesday September 21st, 2011 at 10:00 AMWordless Wednesday: My Daddy’s Strong
Posted by PapiBlogger on Wednesday September 14th, 2011 at 10:30 AMThe Benchwarmer and the Water Boy
Posted by PapiBlogger on Sunday September 11th, 2011 at 12:00 PM
Taking your 11-year-old son to be the benchwarmer on his tackle football team every Saturday for an entire season is infuriating. That’s not why we paid $300 for him to join a tackle football team and it’s not why we take him to practice three times a week for two hours every Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday.
Yesterday, following a second consecutive game where my son did nothing but sit on the bench, his coach privately told me Jonathan wouldn’t be playing. Actually his coach said something much more depressing about him but stay with me here because this story has a surprising twist. (more…)
















