My youngest is a little smile factory. She's always happy. I think as a parent, if your kids are happy and growing up right (manners, learning, etc.), as a parent you're living life right. It's a nice reflection of what a family is supposed to be, even with the day to day stuff. You get a certain joy knowing that your kids are in a happy place. And it about kills you when they're not.

 

 

 

 

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The only thing better is roughhousing with your kids.

 

And that. Even if they're stomping on your ribcage.

And that. Even if they're stomping on your ribcage.

 

My older son literally jumps on me from the couch. Or it's a running jump on my back landing on his knees. It hurts, but it makes me laugh every time.

My older son literally jumps on me from the couch. Or it's a running jump on my back landing on his knees. It hurts, but it makes me laugh every time.

 

My son's feet feel like concrete, yet leave no bruises.

And that. Even if they're stomping on your ribcage.

I was rough housing with my kids when I suddenly felt a pop and then pain in my right knee. I literally couldn't walk on it for a few minutes, and I seriously considered going to the hospital. But after about 30 minutes and a beer, I felt better...and subsequently began rough housing again.

 

I remember rough housing with my dad and how much it meant to me when I was a little kid. I want to ensure my kids have good memories like that, too. And, I'll want them to rough house with their kids because I'll be too damn old by then.

My older son literally jumps on me from the couch. Or it's a running jump on my back landing on his knees. It hurts, but it makes me laugh every time.

 

My youngest likes to climb me and hang on for dear life while laughing her fool head off.