We were warned. So many experienced parents warned us that we should get all the sleep while we could because rest was about to become a rare commodity. We nodded and thanked the would-be heralds for their parenting advice. But, it all seemed so clich√© — the midnight wailing baby and the exhausted parents. Like some sort of bad television trope, these ominous omens seemed over dramatic and more than well played out as cautionary tales of parenthood.

But, did we listen? We were naive. We were cocky. We were nonchalant. Hell, we were lucky. We were blessed with a daughter that would sleep through the night much more than not. Six to eight hours of blissful and uninterrupted slumber was the norm for much of the first year of our child’s life. We assumed that we had escaped the wraith of the wailing insomniac infant. We under the fictitious facade that we were the world’s greatest parents because our child slumbered through the night and our own sleeping patterns were affected by no more than a mere ripple of inconvenient interruptions.

Then Jean Louise turned one year old. As if a curse were suddenly awaken (so to speak) and her ability and willingness to sleep were greatly diminished. Now we are amazed if we manage to sleep though the night without having to get up and tend to her needs. Just last night, about an hour after putting our daughter down for the night, we heard her crying. My wife and I actually played three rounds of rock-paper-scissors to see who would go to her. Does that make us bad parents?

Jean Louise recently had her one year check-up with the pediatrician (in which she was pronounced as perfect — not to brag) and we asked the doctor about her recent anti-sleep routine. We were instructed that it was perfectly (again — she’s perfect) normal for infants to go through a regression when it comes to their sleep habits. Our daughter wasn’t torturing us for some future deep resentment that will fester later when she is a know-it-all teenager looking to rebel against her parents.

Now, my daughter does love a good bedtime story. And, even at her very young age, is developing a strong fondness for books. Which I greatly appreciate. But, she has apparently gotten her grubby little paws on a copy of Dylan Thomas’s “Do not go gentle into that good night.” Not only has she managed to read and understand the poem (which is an amazing achievement for a one year-old), she takes the opening verse quite literally.

Please do not read this post and interpret that I am airing any displeasure of being a parent, nor any animosity toward the apple of my eye, the center of my universe, the sole meaning of my existence — my daughter Jean Louise. This post is merely a smidgen of sleep deprivation dysphoria, as well as an apology to all of the other parents who warned us. Besides…¬† Who needs sleep when you’re greeted first thing in the morning with a cherub smile like this…?



First off, this is not a sponsored post for Playmobil. Though, if Playmobil would like to sponsor Dan a.k.a. Dad they should know that I am open to sponsorship, especially when it may involve free nifty toys. Feel free to contact me at

Today, I got word that Playmobil will be releasing a line of Ghostbusters toys — original Ghostbusters. Not that I have anything against the latest Ghostbusters reboot that I’m sure I’ll get around to watching someday. But, being a relatively new dad I haven’t had the opportunity to see all of the movies I’ve wanted to since I found out we were pregnant back in the Spring of 2015.

Back to the Playmobil Ghostbusters line… Even before I became a dad I had planned on “molding” my children’s likes along the lines of my own. Now, plenty of people tell me that a child will like what a child wants to like. But what does it hurt to sway the odds a little in my favor? If my daughter is introduced at an early age to my pop culture likes and influences I’m sure it’ll go a long way to favor my cause. Selfish? Maybe. But, I’m the dad — I get to do what I want. (As long as it’s okay with mom.)

Was it by some random chance that I happened to have constructed a mobile for my daughter’s crib utilizing Hallmark’s Itty Bittys Star Trek set? No. Does my daughter drink from a DC Super Hero Girls sippy-cup because Target was all out of Frozen sippy-cups? Nope. Does my daughter have a plush version of Serenity (the ship from Firefly) even though she has no idea what it is (and neither do most other people in my family that see it)? You Gorram right she does.

Wait. I strayed off of the subject of Playmobil’s Ghostbusters again, didn’t I. Okay… Where were we?

io9 Gizmodo has the latest details on the new toy line. And, from what I’ve seen there on the site, they look pretty cool. I was never a Playmobil kid myself. I was all about the Lego. But, I’ve always thought the Playmobil toys were pretty cool just by the attention put into and the amount of accessories the little figures have. These Playmobil Ghostbusters look like a good gateway toy to introduce my daughter to Peter Venkman, Ray Stantz, and Egon Spengler. Not to mention the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man.

Sure, the box recommends that the Playmobil toys are for children ages six and up. I might fudge it a bit and get my daughter her Playmobil Ghostbusters when she’s four — another three years away.

But, in full disclosure, I’d be a lot more excited about a Playmobil Star Trek: The Original Series line of toys. Or, Indiana Jones. Or, Planet of the Apes. Or, the aforementioned Firefly. Or… Blade Runner and/or Mad Max are probably a stretch, right?

I guess what I’m say here is… Hey, toy companies. Do you want us parents to drop more of our ever shrinking disposable income on toys for the most important people in our lives (i.e., our kids), then make more toys with an emphasis on what was most important to US when we were kids. We’re suckers for nostalgia.