Good Sunday morning all and welcome to the Sunday morning ritual that my children and I share.  This is what makes the rest of the week worth it for me.  Watching the kids dance around the living room and playing good music for them to do it with is therapeutic for me.  As usual we really hope that you (yes, you specifically) will join us and share in the fun.  Our time together is a celebration of each other and we love for you to be part of that.  Today, I will be back and forth between the back yard and the computer as I am smoking some ribs for dinner with some friends of ours later on tonight.  They will cook for about 6 hours at a smidge under 200 degrees.  So, if it takes me a few extra moments to reply in the comments, you know why.

So, let's get to doin' this thing!

Hello and good Sunday morning everyone.  It's time once again for my Sunday morning ritual with my children.  We love to get our groove on together on the my first day off for the week.  I play the music.  The kids do the dancing.  As usual we hope that you will join us in comments section and add whatever tunes you think will keep my kids' butts shakin' or just whatever you feel like sharing.  Please, join us below the fold where we shake our groove things.

(Update: I have undone my bonehead error.  The videos that I created should be viewable now. Sorry for the goof up.)

Good Sunday morning all!  Finally, the first day of my weekend has arrived!  After what was a VERY high stress week at work, it is finally time to spend some time enjoying the people who make work worth it.  My wife and best friend still has her weekly shift at the deli to get through, but that's just a matter of a few hours today.  For now, it's just Daddy (that's me), Todd (a.k.a. Boogie Man), and Lila (a.k.a. Petunia).  I love being Daddy.  Sunday morning is my time to get back to doing just that.  We like to get things started with a Sunday morning jam session wherein I play the tunes and the crumb snatchers cut a rug in the living room.  Eventually they will be way too cool to hang out with the old man, but for now I am Superman, Dragon slayer, circus clown, and DJ.  I don't intend to let this time pass without celebrating it.

As usual, we hope that you will share some of this quality time with us.  We have a great time regardless, but we hope that we can have an even better time by sharing the tunes, the fun, and the love with you (yes, you).  We invite you past the jump to enjoy the videos that I will be posting and we hope that you will add whatever you would like to the comments section.

Hello all and welcome to Sunday morning!  I absolutely love my Sunday mornings.  I work a compressed work week that alternates between 3 and for 4 days of 12 hour shifts.  Each Thursday, Friday, and Saturday and on alternating Wednesdays, I work from 6 a.m. until 6 p.m. which requires me to wake up at 4:30 a.m. in order to take a shower, dress, drive to work, put on cleanroom attire and be at my work area before the clock hits 6:01.  It can be tiring to work my schedule 3 or 4 days in a row, but it also provides me with 3 or 4 days off each week to spend with my children and, except for Sundays, my wife.  These days remind me why I do what I do on my work days.  On Mondays or Tuesdays we will usually find something to do as a whole family.  The kids are preschool aged and my wife and I are best friends, so we try to get as much enjoyment out of our time together as we can while we still don't have to send the kids off to school and lose them for part of the day yet.  

Sunday mornings though are about Daddy and his M.I.T.s (minions in training) hanging out, eating breakfast, cuddling, and jamming to our favorite tunes.  I LOVE Sunday mornings with the whippersnappers!  

Hello and good Sunday morning all.  Many of you are familiar by now with the Sunday morning ritual at my house.  Sunday is my first day off after a handful of twelve hour shifts.  My wife heads off to work at the deli and I spend the day with my son Todd and my daughter Lila.  We like to start off with some breakfast and a jam session where I play youtube videos and songs from my music collection while they dance around the living room.  Looking forward to this ritual gets me through the work week.  This week at work was particularly grizzly, so this Sunday morning is especially welcome.

Lila and Todd and I also love to share this time with you.  (Yes, you)   We hope that you will share some of your morning with us.  We invite you to enjoy the music posted by me and we would love it if you would post whatever you think will add to our rump shaking festivities.  So please join us over the jump.  Listen to and watch the videos and then post your favorites, whatever pleases your mood, or just whatever you think is suitable for making my kids cut a rug.  Most of all, GET YOUR GROOVE ON.

Good sunday morning all and welcome to another Sunday installment of my diaries designed to get my 2 preschoolers to dance around in the living room while I consume caffein and enjoy the time that we have together.  As usual, the crumb snatchers and I hope that you will spend just a little bit of your morning with us.  We love to share our Sunday morning tradition with you and hope that you will share with us some of your favorites too.  

This week my wife took Sunday off so that we could prepare a fondant cake for the Superbowl party that we will be attending.  We went and got some breakfast and took the kids to the park before stopping by the store to pick up some cake decorating supplies.  So, instead of my traditional Sunday morning songs to make my kids dance theme, I am doing a mid-day diary while the hobbit sized henchmen rest and my wife rolls out fondant.

As usual, we hope you will share some of your Sunday with us and post whatever tunes suit your mood in the comments.

Good Sunday morning everyone!  It's finally time to hang out with my kids instead of going to work!! This is what makes the rest of the week worth it.  We like to start it off with a sunday morning jam session.  I love to watch daddy's baby girl dance around while her big bro (A.K.A. 'Boogie Man') plays air guitar.  We love to share our good times with you and invite you to please post anything that you feel might aid in the rump shakin'.  

Good Sunday morning everyone.  Both kids have kicked the chest cold that was bumming everyone at our house out last week, so we've returned to full scale mayhem.  That's just fine with me.  My little man has his father's very healthy sense of mischief and I find it endearing perhaps for its familiarity or maybe just because I like to see him enjoying himself.  The best dancer in the house though is daddy's baby girl.  She's also the best cuddler and the old man loves cuddles.  So here we sit cuddling, daddy and precious baby girl smelling the poptarts that the boogie man (big bro) is 'cooking' for the two of them as I make preparations for our Sunday morning rug cutting ritual.  The smell is making me hungry.  Perhaps I will make an omelette for myself while they dance.  I have the fixins and need to go into the kitchen to get the stuff for my dinner recipe organized anyway.

As usual the kids and I hope that you will join us for some sunday morning rump shaking, toe tapping, and general musical joy below the fold.

Well we are a fairly subdued crowd this morning.  Both kids now have the nasty upper respiratory crap that their mother and I battled for almost a month.  Todd's already had it for a week and seems to be on the mend, but Lila is just starting to suffer from it.  Still, Daddy's little girl asked for music this morning.  I don't have the words for how happy it makes me that she looks forward to this tradition each sunday morning.  

Once Todd gets out of time out for throwing a chopstick at his sister, we will commence with the rug cutting.  We invite you to join us and hope that you will add some of your favorite music in the comments.

Well, after about a month of myself and my wife being sick with this persistent and nasty upper respiratory thing, my son apparently has caught the bug too.  The little man is being a real tough guy about it, but he sounds like crap and is visibly fatigued.  Hopefully his little man body is able to fight this crap off faster than was mine or my wife's.  He's not been ill very many times in his 4.5 years compared to others his age.  Maybe that robust immune system will help out now.

Lil' Sis, on the other hand, is feeling spry as ever which means that we're still on for some rug cutting.

So, join us below the fold for my weekly endeavor to get my kids to dance.  Perhaps kid rather than kids today.

Dear George W. Bush, Condaleeza Rice, Donald Rumsfield, Dick Cheney, et al.,

I am an atheist.  I believe in proof and evidence.  As such I am not a believer in God or the idea the Jesus Christ died on the cross for our sins.  I do, however, understand that you do believe Christ dies for our sins.  None the less, I have a proposal for you to consider, something different for this Christmas.  

As I said last week, Sunday morning is my first day off each week.  My wife goes to work at the deli and I get to have some quality time with my two children.  I LOVE being dad and I LOVE my sunday mornings with my kids.  The waist high bandits are not hard to convince that it's time to cut a rug.  Playing music for them as they dance around my living room is one of the highlights of my week.  The only part that is any better is when my wife's shift ends and she comes home to share in the fun.

This week I have an upper respiratory thing going on that is almost homicidal, so I will do my best to make the music and dancing last as it keeps the youngsters where I can see them and I can do it from the comfort of my couch with the use of my MacBook Pro.  

I hope that you will enjoy the music as much as the squirts and I do.  Please feel free to add whatever tunes you think will keep the little once doing the foxtrot.  Last week I was exposed to some music that was new to me and exactly my style.  Hopefully, that happens again.

I am not sure that 'toddler' is an accurate description of my son anymore.  He's 4 1/2 and his little sister is 3 1/2.   They get called lots of other things which may be more accurate.  Examples include:  The Crumb Snatchers, The Waist High Bandits, Cyclonic Untidiers, and (my personal fav) The Minion Trainees.

My work week alternates between starting on Wednesday or Thursday and always ends on Saturday.  That means that Sunday is my first day off.  My wife works on Sunday which means that I get to spend the day with The Miniature Makers of Mayhem.  After 3 or 4 consecutive 12 hour shifts of being a serious person, the time off with my beloved playful progeny is very therapeutic for me.  It usually starts with Daddy (that's me!) engaged in a favorite activity... trying to get the kids to dance around the living room.

I thought that today I would share the music.

    I was a blind follower in the primaries when there was absolutely no chance that Barack Obama was going to win the nomination over Hilary Clinton.  I swallowed it all hook line and sinker and started talking after Super Tuesday about how it was mathematically very unlikely that Hilary could overcome Obama's edge in delegates.  When Hilary won in Pennsylvania by a smaller margin than was needed in order to put her on pace to take the lead with only states with a small number of delegates remaining and I pointed out that she was actually further from the nomination after winning PA than she was that morning... I was a silly inexperienced Obamabot. Clearly I was wrong about all of that.  Silly blind follower.

    I work a compressed work week that alternates between three and four consecutive days of twelve hour shifts followed by three or four consecutive days off.  I usually love that schedule as it gives me seven out of every fourteen days off to stay home and be dad and husband.  On occasion however such a schedule is very tedious.  Twelve hours in close quarters with an anti-choice, pro-torture, gay bashing, Terri Schiavo "life saving", anti-stem cell "christian" conservative can do that to a fellow.  Such was the case yesterday.  Consequently, I have got to rant today in order to let the pressure off or I could possibly explode from over exposure to teh stupid.

So there's this yellow toad wandering around in the forest kinda pissed off because he doesn't want to be yellow.  Life would be easier if he were brown like the other toads.  He'd sure be less visible to predators for one thing.  Anyway... this yellow toad bumps into a fairy godmother.  He begs her: "Fairy godmother, please make me brown like the other toads.  I am tired of being so visible to predators and such."   The fairy godmother whips out her magic wand and says "Abracapokus!  Your brown!"  The toad looks down and sees that he is brown except for his package which is still yellow. He says to the fairy godmother: "Wait a minute!  My pecker's still yellow!"  To this the fairy godmother replies: "I don't do johnsons.  You will have to go see The Wizard of Oz for that."  The toad thanks her and hops off on his way.

When Barrack Obama won the democratic nomination my dad wept.  I was not surprised.  He raised me to be a liberal democrat by example.  Growing up we talked plenty of times about his trip down south in the wake of the Voting Rights Act in 1965 to help register black voters.  He told me about how he believed at the time that the people who benefited from his actions wouldn't be born until long after he was dead.  I cannot count the number of times that he said to me: "Show me a man who hates blacks and I'll show you a man who hates jews son."  In my family, we believe very strongly in that first truth that we hold self evident.  To him and so many others with whom I have spoken since November 4th, the election of Barack Obama represents the black community "getting out from  the back of the bus".  While I am absolutely thrilled and so proud that a black man has been elected to the office of POTUS, I don't know if I agree that this represents what some people think that it does.

Please join me over the jump for what I think is an important distinction to recognize.