Acting Like A Super Villain

Bex, if you're reading this, stop now. Just close it. X out and go do something else. If any other Incredi-Reader is near her, please take her phone and throw it out the window because we all know she's not going to listen me. Waiting...waiting...Okay is she gone? Good. Today I'm going to talk about a major flaw of mine and I don't want her getting ideas that I am anything less than perfect. But…
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When Your Secret Identity Becomes Your Only Identity

We Lost Our Identity To Parenting!Last night we got Boy Wonder to bed pretty early (seven-thirtyish), which left Bex and I a few hours to ourselves. The nights when this happens are few and far between. We operate on different schedules and wind up being home together only two nights a week. Now, you would think that we'd take advantage of this well deserved grown up time and you'd be right. We…
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Three Types of T.V. Dad Stereotypes

What's up with TV Dad stereotype? I see a lot of t.v. shows and movies where the main character's father is usually out of the picture, pays no attention to his kids, or he's completely oblivious. Then something in the plot happens and he's forced to turn into one of the three following types of dad: Action Dad This guy punches and kicks his way through movies like "Taken", "The Incredibles",…
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Incredible Leadership: When Batman Met Robin

Day 1 of my week long series on Incredible Leadership.  No matter how many times I save the world, prevent a spill, or soothe a crying kid, another problem will arise to take it's place. Some days, it feels like a never ending cycle of change the diaper, stop a bad guy from robbing the bank, take out the trash, and before you know it, it's bedtime. I ask myself if I'm actually parenting because…
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Fascination With Facetime

Boy Wonder will definitely grow up being better equipped to handle long distance relationships than I ever could. Why? FaceTime. Take it from someone who's lived on the other side of the country, away from his family for a long time, FaceTime rules. I'll bet that most of you grew up in the Stone Age. I'm talking about those Flintstone days, where we actually had to pick up the phone and dial up…
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Stressed Out

Stress isn't fun to talk about. Usually, I sweep mine under the rug and dance around like it's not there. Why? Because we all have it. The only thing that makes my stress more important than yours is that it's mine. So, I won't sit here and bore you with my problems because you've got plenty of your own. Instead, I'd like to talk about another gizmo on the trusty IncrediDad utility belt -…
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Excess Baggage

I start to question what is essential as I'm packing my suitcase. I've been traveling my entire life and since then, lots of things have changed. Security is tighter at the airports, Mickey Mouse seems a lot shorter than he used to, and gas is way more expensive now. You know what hasn't changed though? Luggage. It's always seemed to me that when it comes to packing a bag, less is always more.…
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Boy Wonder Discovers His Own Superpower

Parenting requires a ridiculous amount of attention, patience and energy. IncrediParenting takes even more. So, it's understandable that we would want a few moments of peace every day. That's what I use the Fortress of Solitude for. But my days of hiding in the bathroom are almost over. Boy Wonder has discovered a new super power. He's learned how to entertain himself! As he becomes more mobile,…
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What Happens In My House Before You Arrive

"Where does this go?" "I dunno. Stash it under the bed." "Quick, throw a quilt over that pile of junk. I've gotta go scrub the toilet!" This is what goes on in our house just before you arrive.Two adults running back and forth in a hurried panic while Boy Wonder sits in his playpen giggling at them. Of course, the joke is on him. As soon as he's old enough to walk, I'm putting a broom in his hand…
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A Not-So-Secret-Identity:

Boy Wonder’s Life Online

My Grandma has photo albums filled with embarrassing childhood photographs of me. I didn't have a choice in what shots were taken, what made the books, and what should have been burned immediately. Lucky for me, those photo albums are buried on the bottom shelf of a bookcase in her dining room. Safely stored on the other side of the country, they have as little chance of seeing the light of day…
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