Posts Tagged ‘comedy’

Nariah says… #110

Posted: April 14, 2018 in Comedy, Family, Fatherhood, Nariah, Uncategorized
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Nariah came into soccer because her current coach noticed she had speed. Fast speed. Not really any skills… Just really fast speed. But… he said the skills will come and he wants to work with that speed. That was a few years ago and fast forward to now, the soccer parents have nicknamed her “the rocket” because of her speed. (See what I did there, “fast forward… 😉)

Nariah went on a trip today to a safari zoo and sent back a pic of this cheetah with the caption:

“That’s me. I’m fast like a cheetah”

Since the cheetah was laying there chilling, I replied:

“That cheetah looks slow and lazy. Lol”

“Can cheetahs relax on a hot day? Gosh.”

Guess she shut me up… And fast too, lol

Nariah says… #109

Posted: January 23, 2018 in Comedy, Family, Fatherhood, Nariah
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This showed up in my Facebook feed today from 7 years ago. I don’t know how this event of Nariah at 3 years old didn’t make it into my blog. I guess this will mark my first “Throwback Says Tuesday”, lol..

Toya made some Sloppy Joes for dinner. At a point midway through dinner, Toya goes to the kitchen sink. Nariah disappears from the table in a sneaky hurried type gait. She then comes out of the bathroom with a soggy bun.
Toya : “What are you doing?”
Nariah : “I don’t like Manwiches, I’m rinsing it off so I can have regular bread.”

 

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Nariah says… #108

Posted: November 1, 2017 in Comedy, Family, Fatherhood, Nariah
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Halloween was last night, and of course I was in character trying to speak like Thor while our family went trick or treating. It was getting late and Nariah and her girlfriends from school were hesitating on which way to continue their journey. I told them, “Fair maidens! We must quicken haste with thy decision before Hera comes at thee!”

Nariah was not amused.

“Daddy, Hera is not Norse….”

Me: blink blink… Blank stare…. Blink blink….

What could I say? I totally meant Hela… And yes, I know the difference between the Greek Hera and the Norse Hela. But at that moment… I felt really dumb.

Why is she so smart? She didn’t have to call me out in front of everybody! Lol

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Toryn says… #3

Posted: April 3, 2017 in Comedy, Fatherhood, Toryn, Uncategorized
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I know it has been a loooooooong time since I’ve posted to this blog. Things have been pretty busy in the life of an autism parent. I’m striving to do better and get back into blogging… so without further ado, Toryn made me laugh tonight.

We’re sitting on the couch watching tv, just us fellas. Toryn wants something to eat and he pulls me to the pantry. I list off several items until he stops me when I say peaches.
“Cool! We’re gonna eat some peaches… We’re gonna eat some peaches!“. I take him back to the living room and start doing the food vehicle sounds for him while I feed him.

“Car? Ambulance? Fire Truck? Motor cycle?”

“Fire Truck”

“Ok firetruck… annnnnggggghhhhhhh, whoooooooooooweeewooooooooweeeewoooooooo“. He smiles as I bring the spoon closer and he eats it.  I proceed to do this with a boat, helicopter and airplane before I decide to try something new… animals.

“What does a duck say?”
“Quack quack”
“Yup.. here you go! Quack quack quack….” and he eats the peaches.
I do this for a dog, and then a cat, as Toryn gives me the correct answers each time.
Next stop, cow. “How about a cow Toryn? What do they say?”
“Moo“.
For some reason I decided to remix the cow sounds like I was a dj or something. “Moooooooo ma-moo-moo-moooooooo ma-ma-ma-ma-moooooo!”

Toryn gave me this look like “Dude? Really? You know goodness well there is not one cow that sounds like that… Stop it… Just stop it daddy… The game is over… I don’t even want to play anymore…Just give me my peaches“. I felt like he said all of that mentally because he stared at me for a good 10 seconds. I ended up busting out laughing at him, but he was dead serious in pointing out to me that I clearly messed up the cow sound. LOL.

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Nariah says… #107

Posted: December 4, 2014 in Comedy, Nariah
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So I’m sitting here with Nariah and we’re on my laptop looking up some pizza deals to order for dinner. Well on the yahoo front page, there’s the headline stating coach Jay Gruden is “done” with RG3.
“Oh Nariah… look! Washington’s coach is done with RG3!”
“What does that mean?”
“Well it means he doesn’t want him on the team anymore, aint that something?”
“Oh… So now what is he gonna do?…..            Be a loser?”

I had to laugh at that one. Its wrong, but as a cowboys fan, that is funny.

Nariah says… #106

Posted: November 10, 2014 in Comedy, Fatherhood, Nariah
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Nariah and I are both lactose intolerant and have a history of gas wars with each other. Just a lil preface, lol.
So I’ve just picked up Nariah from school and we were on our way to swimming class.

“Daddy… Mommy says I can’t crack my knuckles anymore. She says its bad. Sigh”
“Well… I did ask the doctor about cracking knuckles and necks and whatnot. He explained to me that you have these sacs in between your bones where the joints are, and when you ‘crack’ your knuckles, you’re essentially bursting those sacs which releases gas. And that gas release is the sound you hear. Kinda like bubble wrap we like to pop together? He said I didn’t have anything to worry about.”
“Ooooooh, cool!”

A few moments of silence…

“Excuse me daddy, I just released some gas!”
“Oh no! Gotta roll down the windows! Let it out!!! GET IT OUT!!! Hold your breath!” as I start rolling down the window letting in the cold fall air.

“Daddy…. No. I meant my knuckle gas….”

“Oh….”

LOL

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Nariah says… #105

Posted: October 9, 2014 in Comedy, Nariah
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We were driving down to Carolina for my mom’s surprise birthday party last weekend. Coming from DC area that can be anywhere from a 4-8 hour trip depending on the traffic. Of course we are in the age range of hearing the “Are we there yet?” throughout the trip. About 2 hours outside of our destination, Nariah wakes up and asks “How much longer before we get there?”
“Oh… looks like about 120 minutes”
“Awwww man… 120 minutes? How many hours is that?”
“You tell me? How many minutes are in an hour?”
“Do I have to? 60….”
“Yup! Math is everywhere! So if 60 minutes are in one hour, how many hours until we get there?”
“Ugh…. I know its gonna be way more than I want it to be”

Math lesson was officially over as I laughed at that response while she got more annoyed in the back seat and went back to sleep.

 

Daddy on “magic”

Posted: August 13, 2013 in Comedy, Fatherhood, Nariah
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Comedy is realizing the pockets on girls jeans are NOT functional. They are decor only.
I picked up nariah from magic camp and she says “Daddy… i learned a new trick… watch this…. but wait… let me get some pixie dust“.
Now being that I do magic myself, I know what she’s doing with this quarter trick, or at least the main gist of her version.
Poor Nariah couldn’t get into her pocket to complete the rest of the trick. She could not divert my attention with the pixie dust search as she was going “ughhhh, mmmmmmgh, grrrrrrr, ughhhhhhh, almost there….,”
I had to fight from laughing and to make sure I didn’t, I offered up: “Hey baby…. I think back pocket pixie dust is stronger than front pocket pixie dust! Why don’t you look for some back there?”

Crisis diverted!!!!  The magic trick can resume… and I must admit, she’s getting good with this stuff! I better learn some new stuff to keep her on her toes!

 

 

Nariah says… #97

Posted: March 10, 2013 in Comedy, Family, Nariah
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I know it’s been a minute since I’ve posted anything. And no, Nariah hasn’t stopped with her humorous ways. I’ve just been slacking. I’m trying to get back on the ball.
We went to the playground today, and Nariah ends up meeting and playing with a couple of girls, one of whom is a couple of years younger. They are playing with a baby doll the other girl brought with her when all of a sudden she looks at Nariah’s face and says, “Wow… why are you teeth so big!!?!?!?!?”
As a parent overhearing this you wonder if your child is about to get their feelings hurt, start crying or any of the other possibilities. Silly me… I forgot who I was talking about, this is Nariah. She, in a almost “duh…” type response, replies “Well… my teeth fell out….”
Now the other girl is even more shocked. “Your teeth fell out?!?!?!  What the what?!?!!“.  Ok, so maybe “what the what” wasn’t said, but my mind surely did insert that into what seemed like the next logical thing out of this kids mouth was, given the conversation.
“Yeah, I’ve lost 4 teeth, and I have 3 loose ones right now…“. Nariah then started giving this girl history of her teeth, from the fateful day when a wagon broke her first tooth at daycare to how she gets Tinkerbell instead of the Toothfairy to deliver her teeth money.

Toya and I just sit on the swings chuckling as we witness what started out as an potentially sensitive topic become a campfire storytelling session.
What’dya know? Crisis adverted.

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Nariah says… #95

Posted: December 26, 2012 in Comedy, Family, Nariah
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We’re sitting at the dinner table on Christmas day. Somehow the subject came up about Ledo Pizza. I mentioned “Man… Mommy and I do not like Ledo’s! But it seems everybody in MD loves them for some reason!”
My mom asks, “What’s wrong with Ledo’s?”
“Well, I think its just not good, that’s all. I mean, they only give you one pepperoni per slice of pizza, and its like a pepperoni cup, filled with grease, lol”
“Eewww daddy!”
“I mean, the last time I was there, I didn’t even get pizza, I got lasagna… And they served it to me in a bowl!”
Toya looks up from her plate; “A bowl? come on now Ryan…”
“I’m serious! It was in a bowl, and it looked like soup, there was a layer of grease sitting on top of it. I literally soaked the top of the lasagna bowl up with some napkins… Hmmm, does that make me bourgeois bougie?” (I know “bourgeois” is the right spelling, but “bougie” just looks and flows better)
Toya contemplates; “Uhhhhh”
And then Nariah chimes in; “No daddy, that doesn’t make you bougie!”
“It doesn’t? Why thank you Nariah!”
“It makes you particular!”

Now the whole table is laughing at me. I think even Toryn was laughing too. And the whole time Nariah has this look that said “That was good wasn’t it daddy? Come on… give me some credit!”

Hmph!

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