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I believe that all children deserve to have an at-home parent. I've said that before, but earlier today, I learned that this opinion is apparently an unpopular one, especially among some other Dad Bloggers with whom I associate on occasion. A series of questions were posted by a fellow Dad within a private Facebook group, all curious as to "How" this works in families where there is a Stay-At-Home Dad (SAHD). This gentleman and his wife both work, and they've been trying to find a way to change things up so that one of them can stay at home with their kids. He was looking for feedback, and while Addie was at preschool this morning, I offered some:

If you've logged into Facebook or Twitter today, you probably know what today is. Yes, it's International STAR WARS Day (May the Fourth Be With You!), but being the first Saturday in May, it's also FREE COMIC BOOK DAY. Last year was the first year I'd blogged about FCBD here on The Rock Father, and some of you might recall that it was pretty disappointing. FREE COMIC BOOK DAY 2013? The complete opposite - it was excellent. It also started a little bit early...

This is one of those stories that I didn't really know where to file here on The Rock Father. I could put it in the "For Grownups" section, but then many of you that just skim the "family-friendly" frontpage wouldn't see it. Plus, since it ties into something that I'd previously posted in my personal blog, that's where we are today...

Saturday marks the one-year anniversary of the death of Adam Yauch... MCA of the BEASTIE BOYS. I shared my thoughts on his demise the day after it happened, and now, a year later, something old is new again.

On Friday night, I took the girls on a special adventure... an adventure that was really for Addie since Finn is only 10 months old. We hopped in the car late that afternoon and went to meet up with my wife at her office. While it was exciting to surprise her as she spotted us in the parking lot, the real surprise was waiting in Elmhurst, Illinois... a Chicago suburb that should be about an hour from Rock Father HQ, but thanks to Friday "rush-hour" took about two to reach. I kept the little one guessing the whole way there... "Where are we going for our special adventure, Daddy?" And then we arrived at the Elmhurst YMCA.

What a week. Aside from the National and International Chaos that occurred over the past several days, we had a scary experience on Thursday afternoon. The girls and I witnessed a car crash. To be more specific, a semi-truck Vs. a small car.

I hate this. Exactly four months ago today, I posted an entry dedicated to those that perished at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, CT. Yesterday, on the exact day that my youngest daughter turned 10 months old, yet another horrifically violent act of terror has taken place in our Nation. Whatever you want to call it - "The Boston Marathon Massacre," "The Boston Bombing," etc. - the traditional news media was quick to hit After Effects to whip-up some fancy graphics to pair with dramatic stock music to aid in feasting upon the carnage. As with any disaster, the "news" spread swiftly, filled with lies, speculation, and outright fabrication - our favorite social networks working overtime to keep delivering a heavy dose of garbage. And, like Sandy Hook, Twitter and Facebook users were quick to start sharing an image of a boy (and one of a girl) supposedly killed in Boston, easily inspiring the mindless masses to hit the "Retweet" and "Share" buttons without checking facts (or at least blatant details).   As a wise man once said, "Who's the more foolish... the fool, or the fool who follows him?"

I will never have a son. That is a certainty, as my wife and I decided to go out on top and close the baby factory after the birth of our second daughter last June. Indeed, after masterfully creating two beautiful offspring (no modesty here, we made good-looking kids and had fun doing it) we're done. Having a pair of girls, one thing I'll never have to deal with is circumcision. I know it's a hot-button issue for a lot of folks, and I've seen many of my peers in the Parent Blogging Community (both Dad Bloggers and Mom Bloggers) write about it at length. There's social issues... health concerns... and then those pesky religious implications. That said, for those of you dealing with the circumcision debate, one man has the definitive answer: Trevor Moore.

A little more than a month ago, I blogged about the 60th Anniversary of MATCHBOX, and the fantastic promotional campaign that Mattel (NASDAQ: MAT) put together to celebrate the occasion. One big element of the anniversary is the MATCHBOX Heroes Wanted promotion, a sweepstakes with weekly prizes that will be capped-off with a $60,000 College Scholarship to be awarded to one winner. As noted in my initial post, I entered my car-obsessed daughter, Adalyn in the contest... and now she's become one of the weekly winners - an official "MATCHBOX Hero-in-training!"

April 12, 2013 is National Grilled Cheese Day. Yes, everything has a "day" now... in fact, most things have a "month" as well. April is also National Grilled Cheese Month, not to take away from things like Earth Month and Earth Day. April 12 is also National Licorice Day (Hey, Kids! Come on down to the drug store for some licorice and soda!). I can get behind National Grilled Cheese Day, though (seriously, who makes this stuff up?), and as such, Addie was served a Grilled Cheese for lunch here at Rock Father HQ today. It's one of her favorites, so it could be any day and Grilled Cheese would be appreciated.

Dear Little Asshole,

When I arrived at preschool yesterday to pick up my daughter, Adalyn, I was very disappointed to learn that you'd made her cry. When Miss J. told me that Addie had been "sensitive" and "cried a lot" at the beginning of class, I needed a reason beyond the typical, overly-cautious bullshit that teachers seem to spew. I wanted the real dirt, and that led me to you.

As of yesterday, it's officially Baseball Season. I have a weird relationship with baseball. I grew up on it, and like many, played from t-ball through my Junior Year of High School. I had some ups-and-downs, and had a couple real pieces of shit for coaches along the way - the kind of guys that have such miserable lives that they take out their internal frustration and lack of self-control on kids a few nights a week. Yes, those guys. I collected the baseball cards from Topps, Donruss, and Upper Deck religiously. No, they never became the "goldmine" that the people at the card shops tried telling me they would, and I finally gave them all away to some neighborhood kids awhile back... just because I was tired of lugging them around between moves as an adult. Now, I'm a 30-something parent, and I still dig baseball.

Are the kids in bed or at least out of the room? Ok, good... because this is something that you don't want them to see or hear. In the tradition (is there a "tradition" for this yet?) of the film SPRING BREAKERS (out today) in which Selena Gomez, Ashley Benson, Vanessa Hudgens and Rachel Korine get buckwild with James Franco in cornrows, comes DISNEY PRINCESS SPRING BREAKERS - the latest fake trailer from the folks at CollegeHumor. It's Cinderella, Snow White, Ariel and Jasmine as you've never seen them before.

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