Meet the new boss — same as a Cool Boss?

Come and relive the days of glory (or lack of) in Cool Dad’s football career.

Some thoughts about the 400 middle schoolers that I spent last week with.

photo: daralibrarian

Nearly every day, Cool Mum and I ask each other what the future holds. Will our house ever sell? When or will the boy get a sibling playmate? Where will we be in a year? How about a month?
Some of that uncertainty is exciting. It’s like the world is completely open to us, and if we wanted – we could move to California or Europe or Australia. But realistically, it will be either here or Florida. And the impending worry that time is slipping away from us for certain things …

Bedtime for the boy has been a struggle since we moved up here. The problem had to have been transition. We lived in 5 different apartments for the first 2.5 months, ranging from 2 nights to 1 month. And CM and CB visited Florida during that span as well.
For the first four months that we were here, CB would go to sleep at random times between 9:30 and 11:00 pm. We felt like awful parents, letting our 1.5-yr-old stay up that late. Fortunately, a friend from church told us that …

Having kids has revealed to me a whole spectrum of emotions that I’ve never felt before.
The adoring love of a little one who is unable to express that love back (yet). The empty helplessness when your baby is coughing and feverish, but the doctor’s advice is to just wait it out. The innocent joy in the smallest of milestones.
And the other day, there was a new one that I think I could’ve lived life without and been just fine: the revelation that sometimes I can just be a piece of …

I just made a goofy immature joke to Cool Mum, to which she responded, “Are you really 32 years old?”
It’s kind of painful to see it typed out like that, but I don’t feel 32. A client at work kindly told me that I looked 24 (God bless ‘im). I sure as heck don’t act 32. My salary and career advancement don’t act that age either.
I asked CM how I old I act. “22.” Hey, twenty-somethings are the coolest people in America, right?
How old do you act?

Sesame Street was a huge part of my childhood, and I am just now getting to watch more of it because of Cool Baby. Some of my life’s mysteries are being solved upon this return to the Street. Perhaps all of my life has been spent trying to figure out how to get to Sesame Street.
Mystery 1: A strangely warm, comforting feeling inside whenever I hear women with Puerto Rican accents.
Solution: Maria is of Puerto Rican descent! Of course!
Mystery 2: An irresistible fascination with …

New York City has represented more than just a new location to me. It’s new experiences, the biggest one probably being The Job Search. I’ve never endured the time-honored process of answering job ads, sending out resumes, and interviewing. I’d just ended the job that employed me for 6 years full-time in addition to a couple of years as a student. I got that job through a close friend.
In our new place, I planted myself in a very uncomfortable stool in front of the computer and …

With 2 small parks and Central Park all within walking distance, the boy not only has been enjoying the outdoors and playgrounds, but he’s been interacting with other kids a lot more.
Last week at the park, he was playing with a ball when an older kid, maybe 10, came up to him. CB was innocently rolling the ball along the ground, enjoying its roundness, when the kid suddenly kicked the ball away. The boy, in his coolness, thought nothing of it and chased the ball down. The …