Rainy Day Activities For Bored Kids!!! By Daddy Drinks!

rainy day craft

If you Google, “rainy day activities for kids” you’ll get a ton of suggestions from Pinterest Parents like, “design your own cooperative learning board game!” Or “build your own theater stage and puppets using only up-cycled materials!” Or my favorite, “make your own paper!”

Fuck you Pinterest. I don’t want to make my own paper.

I’m sure there are thousands of wholesome, nurturing ideas out there where your kids can spend an entire rainy afternoon expressing their feelings through leaf and stick art. A small part of me wishes I were a Pinterest Parent who kept drawers of popsicle sticks, egg crates and scraps of whimsical fabric on hand so we could make a “real working miniature windmill farm” when the mood strikes us, but apparently, I’m not that kind of parent. The only time I’m ever going to suggest we “make our own clothes!” is if the outlet mall down the road catches fire. I don’t care how many exclamation points you put behind the parenting tip, I’m not gonna “turn used toilet paper rolls into rainy day robots!”

But I do have some great rainy day ideas for the other kind of parents out there. The kind of parents who often find themselves justifying the decision to order Chinese takeout instead of cooking at home. (For the record: Ordering Chinese isn’t just a meal, it’s a cultural experience.) The kind of parents who maybe have to get a little fucking work done while they watch their kids on a rainy day. The kind of parents who want to track down all of those Pinterest over achievers and tie knots in their yarn supply.

So here you go, here are the four most common rainy day activities that take place at Casa de Daddy Drinks.

Poke Each Other In The Eye

The great thing about this activity, is you don’t have to buy a bunch of expensive materials. Most kids already have everything they need to do it—two eyes and one finger. The way my kids play it, is they get into a fight over something really, really important, like who’s taking up more room on the couch, and then one of them pokes the other one in the eye. It seems to settle the argument pretty quickly. You’d think this activity wouldn’t take up that much time, but you’d be surprised how often my kids can play this simple game. Over and over, all throughout the day. Plus, it often leads to an auxiliary rainy day craft: “Make your own eye patches!”

Argue Over Which Episode Of Barbie To Watch

First, if you’re not binge watching Barbie: Life in the Dreamhouse on Netflix, your life is empty. You may not know your life is empty, but trust me, there’s a big damn whole in your soul that only Barbie can fill. This is easily the best-written show on TV. Barbie and her friends exist in this bizarre, post-modern plane of existence where they’re oddly self aware about their limited, but fabulous nature as dolls. Hilarity ensues.

So yeah, my kids argue over which episode to watch (“Amaze Chase” or “Bad Hair Day”). Then someone gets poked in the eye.


It can be tempting to set your kids up with an activity and then let them play alone while you take care of neglected housework, or try to meet a deadline, or hate-ogle Pinterest. But I’m a firm believer in interacting with your children. Yelling has become our go-to activity on rainy days! The best part of this activity, is that there are so many reasons to yell at your children. Here are few ideas to get you started:

1) Did your kids eat all of their lunch? Really? All of it?

2) Where do they put their shoes after they take them off?

3) Are they poking each other in the eye too much?

Butt Wrestling

This is a lot like thumb wrestling, except the kids use their butts to wrestle instead of their thumbs. Here’s how you play: Two kids get in the center of the carpet, facing away from each other, bent over and balancing on their hands and feet. They then proceed to try to knock each other over with their butts.

The kids came up with this one on their own, and there doesn’t seem to be any clear winner or loser in the battle. Just a lot of giggling and probably some therapy bills down the road. Oh, and both kids have to make light saber noises throughout the entire battle. Every time one of them lands a butt strike, light saber noise. That’s the only rule I can discern. It sounds ridiculous, but this is the happiest my kids have been today. And it’s the only time they weren’t poking each other in the eye.

Catch the Wind


After the kids ate all of the tiny chocolate pieces out of our trail mix, my wife declared that she had no reason to live. It may seem melodramatic to an outsider, but you have to understand we’d been in the car for a total of 67 hours at this point. Our kids had spent 65 of those collective hours singing made up songs about pooping on each other. Sometimes they sang songs about the imaginary squirrels and mice that live in my daughter’s head. But mostly it was about pooping on each other. Toots and the McGoots’ next album is going to be dark.

Just a few minutes prior to the trail mix incident, we watched two seriously cute chipmunks frolic in harmony at a rest stop, only to turn on each other over a leftover Cheez-It. They battled it out Thunderdome style.  We were beginning to turn on each other in much the same way when my wife noticed the lack of chocolate in the trail mix. She only buys the trail mix so she can eat the M&Ms. Her theory is, if the M&M’s hang out in the same bag as nuts and raisins, they become healthy too. Good by association. I’ve learned not to question her leaps of logic.

So it was looking dire in our minivan stuffed with over-priced inner tubes, a cooler with melted ice and questionable yogurt products. The landscape was classic Southern Utah—sand, scrub brush and the occasional mirage. It was the perfect place to bury a body. Not that any of us were thinking that.


But then the scenery changed and great spires of colorful rock popped out of that depressing sand. My wife rolled down the windows and cranked Drivin’ n Cryin’ and suddenly, all was well. A happy family of mini-van gypsies cruising toward their next adventure, singing “catch the wind.”

Does this meatball make my head look tiny?


Going Pro


The first leg of our trip was in Boulder, where everyone commutes by longboard and adults lay in the grass and read books by the river on a Tuesday. The highlights play out like this: we saw a vegetarian stuff himself into a box, took a couple of runs through the campus of my alma mater (go Buffs!), ate at the same crappy Chinese place that I used to eat at daily while I was in graduate school (a big shout out to Tra Ling’s, where the food comes by the scoop, and the scoops are only a dollar), scrambled to the top of Red Rocks using a climbing technique I call, “shit, I hope this works.”

From there, we were lucky enough to hit Vail just in time to catch a piece of the Go Pro Mountain Games. If you’re not familiar with this festival, just imagine every Abercrombie and Fitch model descending upon one of the most expensive towns in America to compete in professional mountain sports like kayaking, slack lining, and mountain biking. It’s intense. Lots of people with tattoos who are “spiritual, but not religious.” Our minivan was the only vehicle that didn’t have a kayak on top.

We got to watch a bit of the kayaking action and a little bit of the slacklining. We ate PBJ’s while watching a couple hundred people do a massive yoga class in the middle of the village. They were all very bendy.

After stuffing our backpacks with free samples of beef jerky and organic energy drinks, the kids were psyched to try ziplining for the first time, climb the fake rock wall, and ride the gondola to the top of the mountain where we had a mid-June snowball fight. After pushing our kids beyond the point of exhaustion, we averted a massive tantrum at 10,000 feet above sea level by plying them with M&M’s. It’s comforting to know that even in strange locals, where social status depends largely on body mass index, old tricks still work. My kids will do anything if there’s the promise of hard chocolate on the other end of the deal.


Six Signs You’ve Been Spending Too Much Time With Your Kids


As parents, we consistently struggle to spend quality time with our offspring, but is there such a thing as too much quality time with your kids? With all due respect to the attachment parenting aficionados out there, hell yes. If you’re a stay at home mom or dad, you’re often spending 24 hours a day, seven days a week with your kid. I like my kids, but I also like riding bikes and having sex, and I wouldn’t want to do either of those things every single day all the damned time. My God, think of the chafing.

And that’s really what we’re talking about here, “parental chafing”. When you spend hour after hour with your kids, your patience gets thinner, your temper gets shorter, and your outbursts grow more frequent. You’re emotionally and psychologically “chafed,” so every little thing (fixing dinner, giving tubbies, mediating a property dispute between the kids) becomes as annoying as a marathoner’s sore nipples.

The trick, is to catch yourself before you go over the deep end become that mom from Mommy Dearest, or any Dad from the ‘50s. So, here are five signs you’ve been spending too much time with your kids. If you recognize any two of these signs, fly to Vegas without your children immediately.

1)   You have a temporary tattoo on your arm that says “I Heart Ballet,” even though you do not heart ballet. It will last for the next seven days.

2)   Your diet consists solely of tube yogurt and string cheese. Actually, anything shaped like a penis. Mini carrots. Hot dogs. Is anyone else suddenly concerned by the phallic nature of kid-friendly foods?

3)   When you’re in bed with your significant other, and things get heated, you accidentally recite the theme song to Doc McStuffins: “It’s OK if you giggle, this will only tickle a little.”

4)   Taking the trash to the curb while drinking a beer feels like a night out.

5)   You’re covered in glitter, but you have absolutely no recollection of how it got there. Like you’ve been roofied by fairies.

6) You’ve started prescribing “Time Outs” left and right, mostly for incidental infractions like “using too many conjunctions in a single sentence,” because the only peace and quiet you get is when your child is being punished in his/her room.

Drinking Games


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Check out this week’s goodness here. But don’t forget to keep checking back at Daddy Drinks, where I continue to discuss that even more precarious intersection where booze and parenthood meet. Booze+parenthood=judgmental glances from the other parents at the park. 


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