The Co-Sleep Conundrum

Hi there! For those who aren’t aware, I’m a father. I bring that up because it’s going to be a little disorientating reading something about this on the internet that doesn’t directly address “mommy”. I’m a dad. So strap in. But don’t worry, ladies, this is for you too.

A lot of people, recently, have been talking to me about the fact that me and my wife co-sleep with our two kids. Not really sure why this has become a thing of fascination but I’m more than happy to explain and talk about it. Continue reading

My Son, Surgery and a Circus Tent of Anxiety

Today was, easily, my least favorite day of the year.  Which is saying something as this year has been crazy with events, few good.  But today I had to take my son in to get surgery. Continue reading

My Baby the Adult, Versus Adults Whom are Babies

I had an interesting day today.  I encountered something normally reserved for silly commenters on websites and people who make ignorant Facebook posts.  While me, my wife and my son where with a group of people, someone was suggesting to us that we should donate our baby clothes that my son outgrew to get it out of the way.  I explained to her that we were holding on to his baby clothes in case we had a second child.

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A Welcome Departure (Part 2)

If you couldn’t tell, this is part two of a two part strange departure from my normal writing, meaning it’s fairly happy and I talk about happy things that happened over the course of two days.  Part one can be found here: (Part 2)

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A Welcome Departure (Part 1)

So, I’ve been having a pretty good last couple of days.  Before you check the address bar, yes, this is still my blog, you haven’t gone elsewhere.  I have good days too.  And I figured I’d talk about them.  In fact, if you’ll indulge me, I’d like to go over my last two days in my normal, overly dramatic, prose like fashion I’ve forged from reading too many narrative heavy fiction paperbacks.


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Splitting Seams

I’m having a lot of anxiety about parenting lately. And, as much as this is something I know I shouldn’t be worried about, I really think it’s my parents’ fault.

This isn’t some anti-parent thing. Don’t worry, I’m not a musician. But there were many things that I remember from my childhood that I definitely feel I was the catalyst for.
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