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Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>115</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/thelifeofdad" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/thelifeofdad" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04FQ3Y9fyp7ImA9WhRVFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-1465209225317596607</id><published>2012-01-13T15:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:25:12.867-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-13T16:25:12.867-05:00</app:edited><title>The Curious Case of the Missing Keys (CSI: Klems Edition)</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=1465209225317596607&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/1465209225317596607?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/1465209225317596607?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/hWj3tspQu80/curious-case-of-missing-keys-csi-klems.html" title="The Curious Case of the Missing Keys &lt;br&gt;(CSI: Klems Edition)" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TYae8GqvMsU/TxCUUzdEYeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/OZRbkk3t52E/s72-c/TLOD-116-keys.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">I never lose anything, other than loads of money in annual fantasy sports leagues, so when the girls and I were packing up to bring a picnic-style lunch to my wife's office and I couldn't find my keys, I reacted like this.

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North Pole
cc: mrs.claus@gmail.com

Dear Santa,

How's it going at The North Pole? Participated in any flash mobs this year? Based on the increased number of Christmas specials on TBS, I'd have to think you have royalty checks overflowing...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/lkm7x5btXMk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/11/if-i-die-tomorrow-i-want-you-to-know.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UESHY-fSp7ImA9WhRTEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-7749796851013743896</id><published>2011-10-31T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T15:26:49.855-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-31T15:26:49.855-04:00</app:edited><title>Did Disney Ruin Your Halloween Too?</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=7749796851013743896&amp;isPopup=true" title="16 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7749796851013743896?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7749796851013743896?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/yhCTEmWV2PI/did-disney-ruin-your-halloween-too.html" title="Did Disney Ruin Your Halloween Too?" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L3zxHH2xmsc/Tq7lpWRJpGI/AAAAAAAAAos/Qntr6bSzXf4/s72-c/TLOD-110-halloweenies2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><content type="html">Thanks to Disney, Halloween is not scary anymore. It's true. Nearly every little girl under the age of 9 turns down the chance to dress as something spooky, like a witch or a ghost or your mother-in-law, and instead chooses to be something cuddly like...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/yhCTEmWV2PI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/10/did-disney-ruin-your-halloween-too.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBRn49fCp7ImA9WhdbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-4550444949101803040</id><published>2011-10-13T10:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:35:57.064-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-13T15:35:57.064-04:00</app:edited><title>Dads vs. Toys: Which Do Kids Prefer?</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=4550444949101803040&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4550444949101803040?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4550444949101803040?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/LIDoPsFMFpM/dads-vs-toys-which-do-kids-prefer.html" title="Dads vs. Toys: Which Do Kids Prefer?" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ByW9c_AN43A/Tpbpm3n0wGI/AAAAAAAAAoI/ChMQ9HdcHDI/s72-c/tlod-109-toys.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">My house is overflowing with Toys. Dolls, blocks, doctor kits, Tinkerbell phones, Mr. Potato Heads, magnetic letters for the fridge—you name it, I've stepped on it. Our house holds so many Toys that we are considering buying a second house just so we...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/LIDoPsFMFpM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/10/dads-vs-toys-which-do-kids-prefer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYBSHg5eip7ImA9WhdUFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-4078766568549882484</id><published>2011-10-03T16:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T16:35:59.622-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-03T16:35:59.622-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fatherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the life of dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="stress" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><title>Parenting and Stress</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=4078766568549882484&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4078766568549882484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4078766568549882484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/ch51E6JxrGA/parenting-and-stress.html" title="Parenting and Stress" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XzqRmwhF1Y4/TooaKwqZv_I/AAAAAAAAAoE/VCkHa9mOMaw/s72-c/TLOD-108-stresspic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Stress is the worst. It causes your hair to change colors.
It causes you to feel so sick to your stomach that you can't eat and yet,
somehow, gain weight at the same time. It makes you want to haul off and slap
someone whether they deserve it or not—and...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/ch51E6JxrGA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/10/parenting-and-stress.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4HSX4-fip7ImA9WhdUE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-8276275684971503044</id><published>2011-09-29T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:55:38.056-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-29T18:55:38.056-04:00</app:edited><title>The Parent Du Jour</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=8276275684971503044&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/8276275684971503044?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/8276275684971503044?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/ZekHHbvy_L4/parent-du-jour.html" title="The Parent Du Jour" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IdvxGHU0j6I/ToTFHSAlyhI/AAAAAAAAAn4/mjERSkk0374/s72-c/theparentdujour.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Hey Life of Dadders ...

I was recently featured on The Parent du Jour as part of their "A Dad a Day" project. They asked me some pretty tough questions and I answered them as well as I possibly could without sounding like a complete...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/ZekHHbvy_L4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/09/parent-du-jour.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkQEQHg-eSp7ImA9WhdVEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-6280474051495821069</id><published>2011-09-15T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T07:58:21.651-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-16T07:58:21.651-04:00</app:edited><title>First Day of School Traditions</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=6280474051495821069&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6280474051495821069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6280474051495821069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/Lt1t_yszkW4/first-day-of-school-traditions.html" title="First Day of School Traditions" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iM5H16K865I/TnJMWbh7HEI/AAAAAAAAAms/bwtWjlavYJ0/s72-c/TLOD-107-BackToSchool-Traditions.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">I have Opening Day traditions and
Christmas traditions and Softball traditions (like enjoying the sweet, sweet
taste of a Strikeout Beer 1), but I've never really had a "First Day of
School" tradition. Both of my parents were scrambling to get me and my...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/daY0hneKCb4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-lessons-preschool-teaches-dads-and.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMCQ3g4fCp7ImA9WhRTF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-6258751659727592544</id><published>2011-08-31T22:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T16:47:42.634-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T16:47:42.634-05:00</app:edited><title>Everyone Needs an Aunt Ali</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=6258751659727592544&amp;isPopup=true" title="18 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6258751659727592544?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6258751659727592544?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/Ivs27UrC5ZM/everyone-needs-aunt-ali.html" title="Everyone Needs an Aunt Ali" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jqdwRX487cc/Tl6gQwvQrnI/AAAAAAAAAkI/vFN1iwWMFnw/s72-c/Ali-Ella-1-web.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>18</thr:total><content type="html">My daughters are incredibly lucky because they have three amazing aunts. They have my wife's youngest sister, Aunt Melanie, who is a professional photographer and is constantly taking great pictures of our kids. They have my sister, Aunt Jennie, who is a...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/jJwUgxnyDMU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/08/note-to-dads-who-have-daughters-get.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DQHwycSp7ImA9WhdRFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-7075306126724054548</id><published>2011-08-05T11:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T11:07:51.299-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-05T11:07:51.299-04:00</app:edited><title>Why Twister is a Dangerous Game for Dads</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=7075306126724054548&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7075306126724054548?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7075306126724054548?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/zXwiXLJBwrA/why-twister-is-dangerous-game-for.html" title="Why Twister is a Dangerous Game for Dads" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_6AkyARFYEc/TjwGHmRIHtI/AAAAAAAAAjc/_6oFWSrpjNM/s72-c/TLOD-103-twister1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Twister is a dangerous, dangerous game. Don't let the bright colors, the fun spinny do-hickey and the smiles on your kids' faces deceive you. Don't let the fact that it doesn't ask you to do impossible tasks like draw pictures or spell words or add up...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/zXwiXLJBwrA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-twister-is-dangerous-game-for.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQXwzeCp7ImA9WhdSE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-256308770187684178</id><published>2011-07-22T15:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T21:47:30.280-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-22T21:47:30.280-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="swim club" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="backyard" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fatherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the life of dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="humor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny" /><title>The 7 Essentials of a Backyard Swim Club</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=256308770187684178&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/256308770187684178?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/256308770187684178?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/WKSi99U07Uk/7-essentials-of-backyard-swim-club.html" title="The 7 Essentials of a Backyard Swim Club" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6dJpnJWK1co/TinODjeWmiI/AAAAAAAAAiU/kDrunckGqM4/s72-c/TLOD-102-swimclub1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Every summer our backyard transforms from "place we park our cars" into "Club Klems," an exclusive membership-only water park where dreams magically come true and cell phones unintentionally get waterlogged. The hours are very sporadic. Sometimes it's...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/WKSi99U07Uk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/07/7-essentials-of-backyard-swim-club.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YNSX44eSp7ImA9WhdTFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-6596804988586351195</id><published>2011-07-13T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T13:39:58.031-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-14T13:39:58.031-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="girl" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fatherhood" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the life of dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cincinnati Reds" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="father" /><title>When Your Baby is No Longer a Baby</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=6596804988586351195&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6596804988586351195?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6596804988586351195?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/_QlcS9CtCFc/when-your-baby-is-no-longer-baby.html" title="When Your Baby is No Longer a Baby" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lArhzkVE0BU/Th5Jj9WpHhI/AAAAAAAAAhk/XUxxfQ10da8/s72-c/TLOD-101-elladad.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">This weekend my eldest daughter turns 4. Capital F.O.U.R. This means she's been a part of my life just as long as I was in high school. Just as long as I was in college. Just as long as Joey Votto has worn a Reds hat (which may explain why he's her...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/_QlcS9CtCFc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-your-baby-is-no-longer-baby.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4ARXg5eCp7ImA9WhZaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-7443933854213301922</id><published>2011-06-30T08:34:00.053-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T09:29:04.620-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-01T09:29:04.620-04:00</app:edited><title>The 12 Most Common Ways to Successfully Hold a Baby</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=7443933854213301922&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7443933854213301922?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7443933854213301922?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/V93HI2Tc4ZM/12-most-common-ways-to-successfully.html" title="The 12 Most Common Ways to Successfully Hold a Baby" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1nAi3Z3NfNk/Tg3HVRV43wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/g7E0gYVJUz0/s72-c/TLOD-BabyHold-01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Holding a baby in your arms is like embracing a fresh bag of Nacho Cheese Doritos. You don't want to squeeze it too hard, you don't want to hold it upside down, you don't want to drop it and, whatever you do, don't lick it.

Four years ago I knew...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/V93HI2Tc4ZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/06/12-most-common-ways-to-successfully.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcESXw7cCp7ImA9WhZbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-3023140018435622632</id><published>2011-06-13T09:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T09:10:08.208-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-14T09:10:08.208-04:00</app:edited><title>Life Changes So Fast</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=3023140018435622632&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/3023140018435622632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/3023140018435622632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/G3EsQDRXsNk/life-changes-so-fast.html" title="Life Changes So Fast" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pbFSWTKofaE/TfYWk9rkCtI/AAAAAAAAAdY/yraHWJHQJ20/s72-c/TLOD-99-familypic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><content type="html">My life has really changed over the last few weeks. My Dad died. I turned 32. I grew a beard. I shaved the beard. I ate a fresh Cheeto that I found on the kitchen floor only to find out that it wasn't fresh—and it wasn't a Cheeto. But the most profound,...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/G3EsQDRXsNk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/06/life-changes-so-fast.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQDQX0_eyp7ImA9WhdSEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-3939767169049418818</id><published>2011-06-08T09:35:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:52:50.343-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-19T17:52:50.343-04:00</app:edited><title>Pictures of Mia Marie</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=3939767169049418818&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/3939767169049418818?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/3939767169049418818?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/8SLUsgrlAQ0/pitcures-of-mia-marie.html" title="Pictures of Mia Marie" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xghxdCmUS6g/TfYUOqdpWwI/AAAAAAAAAdM/DHX1pAAEpRY/s72-c/TLOD-98-mia3.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">If it were up to her sisters, she'd have been named Baby Bacon. Luckily, they aren't the decision makers in Klems Manor.&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/8SLUsgrlAQ0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/06/pitcures-of-mia-marie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcEQ305eSp7ImA9WhZVEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-5065581389136617438</id><published>2011-05-24T08:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T09:00:02.321-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-24T09:00:02.321-04:00</app:edited><title>Introducing Mia Marie Klems</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=5065581389136617438&amp;isPopup=true" title="17 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/5065581389136617438?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/5065581389136617438?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/NZ00cUta2GI/introducing-mia-marie-klems.html" title="Introducing Mia Marie Klems" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Z9RN0fJiTQ0/Tduq4C5SqRI/AAAAAAAAAdI/-PBNTtwizaw/s72-c/TLOD-mia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>17</thr:total><content type="html">Photo courtesy of
Loft3 photo&amp;amp;design
Team Klems has a new member: Mia Marie Klems was born on May 23 at 4:27 a.m. Her stats:

Weight: 7lbs, 9 ounces
Height: 20.5 inches
Softball Position: 2B
Hair: More than we expected.
Favorite Movie: Back to the...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/NZ00cUta2GI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/05/introducing-mia-marie-klems.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFSHY7fyp7ImA9WhZWGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-3357269133534090056</id><published>2011-05-19T08:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T16:58:39.807-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-20T16:58:39.807-04:00</app:edited><title>The Life of (My) Dad</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=3357269133534090056&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/3357269133534090056?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/3357269133534090056?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/HDpd_mv8_sA/life-of-my-dad.html" title="The Life of (My) Dad" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BaOxqKozeKM/TdUQfGgRuWI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cov4QVySub8/s72-c/dad-5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><content type="html">My Dad unexpectedly passed away last weekend at the young age of 55. Here is the tribute I delivered at the funeral. Thanks to everyone for your love and support—this has been way harder than I ever imagined.

A little story most of you probably don't...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/HDpd_mv8_sA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/05/life-of-my-dad.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYNQ3o9fSp7ImA9WhZWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-4911214989877485563</id><published>2011-05-13T14:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:16:32.465-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-13T15:16:32.465-04:00</app:edited><title>5 Essentials for a Dad's Hospital Bag</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=4911214989877485563&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4911214989877485563?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4911214989877485563?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/DbjuYZjlOxE/5-essentials-for-dads-hospital-bag.html" title="5 Essentials for a Dad's Hospital Bag" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C6o35mcrIfU/Tc12_RAJJOI/AAAAAAAAAcw/lTIozeuGDXU/s72-c/TLOD-96-packDADbag.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">We are approximately 17 days away from our new baby being here and my wife has yet to pack a hospital bag. When I first started asking her to do it six months ago she said, "We still have time." When I asked her about it yesterday she said, "We still...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/DbjuYZjlOxE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/05/5-essentials-for-dads-hospital-bag.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFQHs8cCp7ImA9WhZXFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-7798416958010072106</id><published>2011-05-06T10:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T10:50:11.578-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T10:50:11.578-04:00</app:edited><title>Happy Mother's Day</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=7798416958010072106&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7798416958010072106?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7798416958010072106?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/AudRsdz0eg8/happy-mothers-day.html" title="Happy Mother's Day" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9Jp8ccaRCGE/TcQKJYXNecI/AAAAAAAAAcs/8E4LkjwTErw/s72-c/TLOD-94-mom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">I just wanted to wish my Mom a very happy Mother's Day. I certainly don't say it enough, but you really knocked it out of the park when you gave birth to me. Who knew you could create this much awesomeness—and this giant of a head.

All joking aside, I...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/AudRsdz0eg8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-mothers-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04BSXsyeip7ImA9WhZXEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-8175500298627761889</id><published>2011-04-29T10:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T11:12:38.592-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-29T11:12:38.592-04:00</app:edited><title>The Vomit Fairy</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=8175500298627761889&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/8175500298627761889?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/8175500298627761889?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/Vti-3Py2SRE/vomit-fairy.html" title="The Vomit Fairy" /><author><name>Brian A. Klems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11259971890941886109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://www.thelifeofdad.martybeets.com/TheLifeOfDad.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-x7WLXX96bpQ/TbrIAN2hMNI/AAAAAAAAAco/jdF-X7slMrU/s72-c/TLOD-93-vomitfairy2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">When you're a parent you look forward to visits from all the friendly holiday heroes who bring your kids goodies, like Santa, the Easter Bunny and the one with the red bow-and-arrow who is a little too forgetful for your wife's liking—and is a little too...&lt;br/&gt;
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