As a Dad, I get hungry.

Good news is I have daughters. More specifically, I have a 14 year old, middle daughter who likes to bake.

WIN!

And at any time I can say, “I need something sweet.” And she’ll respond with, “want me to bake you something?”

Yep, gotta like those daughters.

So I have this co-worker demanding, yes demanding ( you shoulda read the email) that we all bring food tomorrow for some lame reason.

Boom. Middle daughter goes into action and totes rocked out a sweet batch of Oreo Truffles.

My daughter’s presenation of my Oreo Truffles.

I must warn you, they are deadly yummy.

Oreo Truffles

Ingredients

1 – 8 ounce package of Oreos – finely crushed. Don’t buy those other lame-o brands. Oreos rock.

1 – 8 ounce package cream cheese – softened

1 pound white baking chocolate – melted

Here’s whatcha do:
Crush the Oreos and cream cheese in something resembling a bowl. I wouldn’t do it on the floor or anythnig like that. Beat with mixer on low speed until well twirled. Form 1-inch wads by hand. Dip wads in white chocolate then place on baking sheet covered with waxed paper (if you don’t you’ll regret it forever). Refrigerate 1 hour or until firm. To store, cover and refrigerate. Makes about 50 truffles wads.

Sweet and spectacular! My daughter, that is.

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I’d like to think I’m a pretty hip and cool Dad of 6. At least that’s what I tell people at work.

I have 4 teenagers.

I am cool.

I’d like to think my teens have much to do with that distinction.

I like many of the same things they do – including music.

Recently I’ve been grooving to Colbie Callait. Specifically, I just can’t get enough of her song called,

Brighter Than the Sun.

Yeah, pretty bubble gummy, I know. But it’s ok for me, because I have daughters. I am trying to stay in touch. And has nothing to do with her looks. It’s called being an involved parent.

So the other night I am sitting with my 18 year old daughter and her “bestie” (that mean’s her best friend) at a basketball game.

I’m chatting with them about all sorts of important stuff like boys and music and iPhone apps and nail polish and stuff. And bestie is just totally engaged in our covo (that means conversation). And bestie says, “wow, your Dad sure knows a lot about stuff we like.”

And my daughter says to her bestie, I know right! I can’t hardly keep up with my Dad, I learn about all the cool stuff from him.

Wait. What?

I thought I was learning all this from her!

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Last night I decided to perform a surprise iPod Touch inspection on my children.

My 18 year old daughter purchased and pays for her own iPhone. The three other teens in the house have purhased their own iPod Touches. And child number 5 purchased my wife’s cracked iPod Touch. My youngest, child number 6 surprisingly doesn’t own an iPod Touch yet.

So, I own a lot of Apple products. Yes, I. Me. They are all mine. I’m no pushover. I own everything in my house, whether I purchased it or not. It’s all mine and I have all authority and control! MUHAHAHA!

But let’s get back to my story…

As the house was winding down for the night, the last warrior was slain (Xbox), the books were bookmarked and I closed the lid on my MacBook Pro, I made the domicile-wide surprise proclaimation:

“Please give me your iPhones/iPods before you go to bed.”

I very quickly collected four iPod Touches before anything can be deleted, but no iPhone…

I sat on my bed entering in their passwords for each device. Yes, as parents we maintain ALL of our children’s passwords. ALL. Yeah, I know, at least the ones we know about. But I do believe my children should be allowed to have some privacy, as long as I’m included.

I check to make sure Safari, YouTube and Instagram among other apps are blocked. BTW, I have to enter MY password before any apps are downloaded. I look for SMS, texting and Instant Messaging apps are not available either.

I set the stack of technology on my dresser and hunt down my daughter.

“Hey, girlie”, I say with a smile and my hand out, “where is your iPhone?”

“Dad, are you being serious right now?”

“Uh yeah!” I then proceed to ask the other three teens in the house if being 18 is an exemption for tech check night.

It was unanimous – “Dad” leave her alone!”

I then ask my 10 year old the same question. He agrees with me. Ha! I am gaining some support!

My daughter then says, Dad, I am 18, responsible and you don’t have to worry about me anymore.

I smile at her and walk away. I guess I might be a pushover after all.

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A couple nights a week I sit in the livingroom with my family as they watch the crap box (TV), I diligently work away on my productive, creativity enhancing, money making box (MacBook Pro).

I don’t really pay too much attention to what they are watching, that’s their Mother’s job. Not really but I am usually not exactly engaged with their shows, especially if it happens to be a cartoon.

Tonight however, I became increasingly and annoyingly distracted by the most wonderful sound in the world; the laughter of my sweet, precious six children.

And yes, that beautiful, wonderdous sound can be annoying at times.

So, tonight after Buddy the New Jersey Baking zillionaire humiliated a group of completely talentless contestants on the TLC reality show The Next Great Baker, I found myself slowly turning my attention towards the Cartoon Network show:

“The Amazing World of Gumball”

After awhile I turned my attention from this pretty funny and kinda warped show and just watched my pretty funny and kinda warped children laugh and laugh.

Their strange sense of humor makes me proud. I just don’t know where they get it. Probably their Mother. After all she’s the one that allows them to watch all that junk on TV.

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*sigh*

Tomorrow my oldest child turns 18.

A new milestone to say the least. It’s a big deal.

But I am not really too sure how to feel about it. Yeah they grow up so fast. Time flies. Life is short. Blah, blah, blah.

Ok I am now sure how to feel about it. Ready?

Thinking back to when my daughter was born it reminds me that it was a long frickin time ago. It wasn’t yesterday. It wasn’t even remotely just like yesterday. It wasn’t the good ole days. I was trying to finish college. That sucked. I was broke. Really sucked. I didn’t like my job. Did I tell you I was broke?

Oh yeah this reflection should really be about my daughter. So sad. I remember back when she was just a cute little – forget that.

She is now a young woman with her crap together better than many adults I know. I really don’t worry about her much. She doesn’t mouth off to her parents. She is gainfully employed and has a pretty nice bank account going. She takes care of her younger siblings. She has good hygiene and looks people in the eye when talking to them. Oh and she has no desire to date boys yet and knows what she wants to do when she graduates.

Bottom line?

The past sucks. Enjoy the fruits of your good decisions, hard work and sacrifice.

And one more thing. I have 5 more to go so I can’t get too cocky.

But after all… I do know best.

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