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Having two kids is not that far from living back in the fraternity house (Guest Post)

Dads Ink also welcomes guest bloggers to our site!  If you would like to do a guest blog post, please let us know.  This post is from our first guest blogger, Mr. Eric "The Ike" Eicher, from here in Indianapolis.  You can check him out on or his blog, The Ike.

I have been blessed with two beautiful kids. Two kids who are already throwing me back to the days of Delta Tau Delta at Ball State.

There is always a body function happening

At first there is the innocent and often, “I can’t control my gas” infant stage. People laugh and think it is cute because it is a baby. This is not the case when a guy nicknamed “Dirt” breaks wind after drinking malt liquor all night and eating a burrito the size of your head.

Spitting up is so common I now have no sense of smell or a desire to eat. I have a burp cloth on my body at all times because I never know when Mt. Cam will erupt and spew whatever he just ate all over the place. In the fraternity house the only thing funny about spewing was the occasional dry heave. I still don’t why that is funny. Maybe the eyes welling up with tears or the fact I always think of Jim Carey.


Yes, sometimes it is nice to set yourself free. My three year old finds great delight in streaking the house after a bath. You can see the sheer joy of being clothes- and worry-free on their faces. This look was also found on many a night when someone would casually walk through the house sans pants, sit down on your couch, and act as if this was normal. Thank you creator of the slipcover.

Nose picking is an Olympic sport

I guess until now I thought the nose pick was merely done out of necessity. Nope. I am not sure what the fascination is with having your finger two knuckles into your nose, but the kids dig it. Yes, pun intended. I am worried more about them being able to hide a grapefruit in their nostril than do it in public. And at the old Delt house you had guys who were the Michael Phelps of nose picking. After each victory they always wanted to show you their medal. Remember the dry heave part? My eyes are still watering.

Being tired is the norm

I am up at all hours, I don’t ever feel like I sleep through a whole night, and when I am up, I have to be on. There is always something to clean up (see above), someone to entertain, and someone getting into something they shouldn’t. Hmmm…this one didn’t change.

Time for me to go, I think someone just made their underwear into a headband.

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