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/><category term="joey votto" /><category term="vacation" /><category term="David Hasselhoff" /><category term="immature" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="brian a. klems" /><category term="roadtrip" /><category term="parenting" /><category term="diapers" /><category term="fatherhood" /><category term="colds" /><category term="smarter than a 5th grader" /><category term="baby gates" /><category term="daughters" /><category term="curious george" /><category term="snoogle" /><category term="Valentine's Day" /><category term="BabyCenter" /><category term="lying" /><category term="Father's Day" /><title>The Life of Dad</title><subtitle type="html">Being a father isn't always easy, but then again, neither is fantasy football.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</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;DkYMRnc-cCp7ImA9WhVUF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-747264857632812919</id><published>2012-05-23T06:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-23T10:43:07.958-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-23T10:43:07.958-04:00</app:edited><title>My Littlest 1 Year Old</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=747264857632812919&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/747264857632812919?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/747264857632812919?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/w52Oaf9EOcU/my-littlest-1-year-old.html" title="My Littlest 1 Year Old" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OwHYHzFOgDs/T7zcXpG204I/AAAAAAAAA1s/qEuX0tOiv6Q/s72-c/TLOD-mia-turns-1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Happy birthday to my little Ms. Mia Tortilla. It seems like only yesterday I introduced you to the world (and The Life of Dad universe) and dished out your stats. But an entire year has passed, leaving me amazed at how much you've grown. You've...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/w52Oaf9EOcU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-littlest-1-year-old.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QHRnc-cCp7ImA9WhVVEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-2996702993838386317</id><published>2012-05-03T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T11:35:37.958-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-05-03T11:35:37.958-04:00</app:edited><title>Letter from a Dad to a Daughter</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=2996702993838386317&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/2996702993838386317?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/2996702993838386317?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/ThxuFxpcGtU/letter-from-dad-to-daughter.html" title="Letter from a Dad to a Daughter" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IvpvNCl0QXA/T6KX1LicHRI/AAAAAAAAAzo/ahvWwA2k1aU/s72-c/The-life-of-dad-jorts-1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">There is a meme going around on Facebook called "Letter from a Mother to a Daughter" that caught my attention (if you haven't read it yet, you can read it here). I see so many moms reposting this, pleading with their daughters to have patience with them....&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/ThxuFxpcGtU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2012/05/letter-from-dad-to-daughter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8HRH86fip7ImA9WhVXGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-6812258314301114647</id><published>2012-04-19T22:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-20T16:47:15.116-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-20T16:47:15.116-04:00</app:edited><title>Why One-On-One Time Matters: A Father-Daughter Date</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=6812258314301114647&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6812258314301114647?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6812258314301114647?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/EUBwUAvPFfc/why-one-on-one-time-matters-father.html" title="Why One-On-One Time Matters: A Father-Daughter Date" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AYgvXSLQj0I/T5HEINwPQqI/AAAAAAAAAxg/U7CDKNyNhhY/s72-c/TLOD-124-daddaughterdate.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">My
favorite children’s book of all-time is Dr. Seuss’ The Lorax. I’d always ask my
dad if it were possible to get a Truffula seed and plant one of those colorful
trees in our backyard, to which my dad would reply, “Brian, it’s 4 in the
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/EUBwUAvPFfc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2012/04/why-one-on-one-time-matters-father.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQDRHs-fyp7ImA9WhVQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-1721228749823379005</id><published>2012-04-05T10:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T10:49:35.557-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-05T10:49:35.557-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dads and baseball" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the life of dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="brian a. klems" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="joey votto" /><title>What Joey Votto Means to Dads Who Love Baseball</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=1721228749823379005&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/1721228749823379005?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/1721228749823379005?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/lsiB_Id-Jus/what-joey-votto-means-to-dads.html" title="What Joey Votto Means to Dads Who Love Baseball" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7a2whDIQ5t8/T32qoV5VTlI/AAAAAAAAAvo/viONOAqGMMw/s72-c/TLOD-OpeningDay2012.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Joey Votto and I have a lot in common. He plays baseball. I play baseball (er, softball). He’s tall, dark and handsome. I’m tall, dark and handsome. He made $5.5 million dollars last year. I fear my daughters’ weddings will cost $5.5 million dollars....&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/lsiB_Id-Jus" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2012/04/what-joey-votto-means-to-dads.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMAQ3g-fCp7ImA9WhVQFk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-4994890562035394637</id><published>2012-04-05T08:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T08:54:02.654-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-05T08:54:02.654-04:00</app:edited><title>Why Opening Day in Cincinnati is the Best Day of the Year</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=4994890562035394637&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4994890562035394637?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4994890562035394637?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/08T9MVMqaVw/why-opening-day-in-cincinnati-is-best.html" title="Why Opening Day in Cincinnati is the Best Day of the Year" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7VoWwiVlsHc/TZR2fJayYAI/AAAAAAAAAcA/VkkmxjW8W48/s72-c/TLOD-90-openingday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">If you live in Cincinnati, Opening Day is special. It's the one day of every year that dads, moms, kids, firefighters, politicians, grocery story clerks, insurance salesmen and every other fine person in the Queen City come together and simultaneously...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/08T9MVMqaVw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-opening-day-in-cincinnati-is-best.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QGQHo-fCp7ImA9WhVQFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-6474914103901242759</id><published>2012-04-03T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-03T11:02:01.454-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-04-03T11:02:01.454-04:00</app:edited><title>My Little 3 Year Old</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=6474914103901242759&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6474914103901242759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/6474914103901242759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/VR1a8B0YPnE/my-little-3-year-old.html" title="My Little 3 Year Old" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_LUXsxbDrD4/T3sPqWDb4yI/AAAAAAAAAvM/7gURGD_cGAM/s72-c/TLOD-122-AnnaBirthday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Happy Birthday Ms. Anna Banana. It was three years ago today when your mother refused to admit she was in labor because she "had some loose ends to tie up at work," and I paced around frantically, not able to think about anything but your impending...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/VR1a8B0YPnE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2012/04/my-little-3-year-old.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4AQXo_fip7ImA9WhVRF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-398299386467593341</id><published>2012-03-23T06:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-03-26T09:35:40.446-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-26T09:35:40.446-04:00</app:edited><title>How to Get Babies to Sleep Through the Night (&amp; Why It’s Not So Bad for Dads)</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=398299386467593341&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/398299386467593341?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/398299386467593341?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/p3QTiM-VpXk/how-to-get-babies-to-sleep-through.html" title="How to Get Babies to Sleep Through the Night (&amp; Why It’s Not So Bad for Dads)" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YuiJ5sBF5lw/T2zWnsweDII/AAAAAAAAAtQ/mWzhwF4AN98/s72-c/TLOD-121-sleepingmia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">We’ve  all been there: It’s 2 a.m. You’re comfortably asleep. You’re dreaming  about playing SS for your favorite baseball team and hitting a home run  to win Game 7 (which leads to a big kiss from Saved By The Bell’s Kelly  Kapowski who, in your dream,...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/p3QTiM-VpXk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2012/03/how-to-get-babies-to-sleep-through.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DQ3wyeyp7ImA9WhVSEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-2500737573773934196</id><published>2012-03-06T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T15:51:12.293-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-08T15:51:12.293-05:00</app:edited><title>Dad for President (of the House)</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=2500737573773934196&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/2500737573773934196?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/2500737573773934196?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/0F0Q0vumkbo/dad-for-president-of-house.html" title="Dad for President (of the House)" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t_2oQ44-fsc/T1ep91mgr1I/AAAAAAAAArk/-DV2jthDl3g/s72-c/TLOD-dadforpresident.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><content type="html">Courtesy of Adam Pace @ loft3pd.com

Today I am announcing my candidacy for President of our House. Over the past few years it's become abundantly apparent to me that there is technically no President of our house. This gave me pause: Without an...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/0F0Q0vumkbo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2012/03/dad-for-president-of-house.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEBSX45fSp7ImA9WhVTFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-8765630809273059408</id><published>2012-02-28T06:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T14:50:58.025-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-28T14:50:58.025-05:00</app:edited><title>The Year of Amazing: Resolutions Update</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=8765630809273059408&amp;isPopup=true" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/8765630809273059408?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/8765630809273059408?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/Y-0jr6ZwK6o/year-of-amazing-resolutions-update.html" title="The Year of Amazing: Resolutions Update" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aB52-myVrTI/T0zvDFhOTDI/AAAAAAAAArY/RvxTqHBx5h0/s72-c/TLOD-119.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><content type="html">Back in January I made a big stink (you know, the kind that's so relentless that it actually impresses your wife) about how 2012 was going to be an amazing year, and I set forth a list of challenging goals. We are nearly two months into the year of...&lt;br/&gt;
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Forget      it was Valentine's Day.
Panic      because I didn't get my wife anything.
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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/PZWqlwx-7_Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-letter-of-recommendation-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkECRH8-eyp7ImA9WhRRGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-7061261177397880744</id><published>2011-12-01T23:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T10:11:05.153-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-02T10:11:05.153-05:00</app:edited><title>The 5 Levels of Dirty Diapers &amp; How to Survive Them</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=7061261177397880744&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7061261177397880744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/7061261177397880744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/bUccXmvcRes/5-levels-of-dirty-diapers-how-to.html" title="The 5 Levels of Dirty Diapers &amp; How to Survive Them" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uhY-yYC1fV8/TthXBVRJAwI/AAAAAAAAApQ/bKuOn6Y1bA4/s72-c/TLOD-113-terroralert-chart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">When people dream about having babies, they only think about the fun things, like squeezing their cheeks and using them to practice ventriloquism. They don't spend much time focusing on the tough parts of parenting, specifically changing diapers. From...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/bUccXmvcRes" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/12/5-levels-of-dirty-diapers-how-to.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QGRn4yfyp7ImA9WhRREUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-3737117379352765446</id><published>2011-11-24T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T12:22:07.097-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-24T12:22:07.097-05:00</app:edited><title>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=3737117379352765446&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/3737117379352765446?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/3737117379352765446?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/MSSSxKIkq6c/happy-thanksgiving.html" title="Happy Thanksgiving!" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZq5PLaRJ3A/Ts58Gio3MWI/AAAAAAAAApA/hL8uKBc58GM/s72-c/TLOD-112-candy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I'm thankful for a lot of things, including great friends, a caring family, loyal blog readers and very, very kind commenters. I asked my girls what they are most thankful for this Thanksgiving, and they dug deep in their hearts and both agreed that it...&lt;br/&gt;
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Read more at TheLifeOfDad.com.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~4/MSSSxKIkq6c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FRHc7eyp7ImA9WhRSGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-5463178127514198070</id><published>2011-11-16T01:32:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:41:55.903-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-22T14:41:55.903-05:00</app:edited><title>The Letter Everyone Should Write to Their Loved Ones</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=5463178127514198070&amp;isPopup=true" title="19 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/5463178127514198070?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/5463178127514198070?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/lkm7x5btXMk/if-i-die-tomorrow-i-want-you-to-know.html" title="The Letter Everyone Should Write to Their Loved Ones" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mo4b5onHDkI/TsNWJ0VuijI/AAAAAAAAAo0/OalEX6klFYo/s72-c/TLOD-111-tomygirls.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>19</thr:total><content type="html">Too many things are often left unsaid, like "I love you" or "I appreciate you" or "I admit it, Toy Story 3 made me cry." In the wake of losing my Dad and my sister-in-law, I've been left completely shaken, worried that something could happen to me (like...&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 Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.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 Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.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 Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.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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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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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 Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.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/Ivs27UrC5ZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://thelifeofdad.blogspot.com/2011/08/everyone-needs-aunt-ali.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEDRHo6fip7ImA9WhdQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38624084.post-4812658963185340550</id><published>2011-08-15T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:14:35.416-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-15T10:14:35.416-04:00</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="dad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fashion show" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="ipad" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="daughters" /><title>Note to Dads Who Have Daughters: Get Used to Fashion Shows</title><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=38624084&amp;postID=4812658963185340550&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4812658963185340550?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/38624084/posts/default/4812658963185340550?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/thelifeofdad/~3/jJwUgxnyDMU/note-to-dads-who-have-daughters-get.html" title="Note to Dads Who Have Daughters: Get Used to Fashion Shows" /><author><name>Brian Klems</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H-GW9sela-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/wo6MoLF_Ht8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_ZDVUP_hNp8/TkkhPuBPB9I/AAAAAAAAAj8/FHFVHVsYGc4/s72-c/TLOD-104-fashionshow1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><content type="html">Dads have a lot of responsibilities. We set examples. We squash bugs. We coach third. We check the closets for monsters every night and assure our kids that it's safe to go to bed. These duties earn us love, admiration and respect around the house. They...&lt;br/&gt;
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