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	<title>Comments on: Secret Service Dad</title>
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		<title>By: 15 Great Daddy Blogs Other Dads Should Read &#124; Playing Daddy</title>
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		<dc:creator>15 Great Daddy Blogs Other Dads Should Read &#124; Playing Daddy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 23 Jan 2009 02:10:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: Josh</title>
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		<dc:creator>Josh</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 07:11:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This story reminded me of a morning almost six years ago.  I was driving my wife and our eldest daughter home from the hospital the day after her birth.

It was only about 4.7 miles (OK exactly, I&#039;d clocked it before) from our house to the hospital and I merged onto the freeway.  Cars blew past us at blazing speeds.  I looked down at the speedometer to get a better idea of how fast all these crazy drivers were going.

I was going 45 miles per hour.


I&#039;ve loosened up a little since then....but not much.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This story reminded me of a morning almost six years ago.  I was driving my wife and our eldest daughter home from the hospital the day after her birth.</p>
<p>It was only about 4.7 miles (OK exactly, I&#8217;d clocked it before) from our house to the hospital and I merged onto the freeway.  Cars blew past us at blazing speeds.  I looked down at the speedometer to get a better idea of how fast all these crazy drivers were going.</p>
<p>I was going 45 miles per hour.</p>
<p>I&#8217;ve loosened up a little since then&#8230;.but not much.</p>
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		<title>By: Jon @ DadTrek</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 05:37:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, I&#039;m like the complete opposite man. That&#039;s not to say I don&#039;t try to protect my daughter from obvious dangers, but I don&#039;t sweat the everday stuff. She&#039;s a complete daredevil too... I can&#039;t count the number of times she&#039;s fallen off the barstools in the kitchen. But do we forbid her from climbing on them, nope, because 99% of the time she&#039;s fine and it&#039;s part of life. My daughter is only 2 years old, and there have been times I&#039;ve seriously told her to &quot;get up, rub some dirt in it, and stop crying.&quot; I was joking of course (kinda) but when she&#039;s goofing around, stumbles on something, and isn&#039;t **REALLY** hurt, I don&#039;t pamper that. If she seriously bonks her head on something accidentally and is hurt, then of course I rush over to her, make sure she&#039;s okay, and then kiss the boo-boo to make it feel better.

PS. Isn&#039;t it amazing how a parent&#039;s kiss can heal stubbed toes and fingers so easily? :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, I&#8217;m like the complete opposite man. That&#8217;s not to say I don&#8217;t try to protect my daughter from obvious dangers, but I don&#8217;t sweat the everday stuff. She&#8217;s a complete daredevil too&#8230; I can&#8217;t count the number of times she&#8217;s fallen off the barstools in the kitchen. But do we forbid her from climbing on them, nope, because 99% of the time she&#8217;s fine and it&#8217;s part of life. My daughter is only 2 years old, and there have been times I&#8217;ve seriously told her to &#8220;get up, rub some dirt in it, and stop crying.&#8221; I was joking of course (kinda) but when she&#8217;s goofing around, stumbles on something, and isn&#8217;t **REALLY** hurt, I don&#8217;t pamper that. If she seriously bonks her head on something accidentally and is hurt, then of course I rush over to her, make sure she&#8217;s okay, and then kiss the boo-boo to make it feel better.</p>
<p>PS. Isn&#8217;t it amazing how a parent&#8217;s kiss can heal stubbed toes and fingers so easily? <img src='http://thefatherlife.com/mag/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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