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

School and Being Schooled

It’s been a bit since I’ve hopped on here and actually written something.  Good reason for that.  I started going back to school recently.  It’s online courses at Full Sail, trying to get my bachelors degree.

It’s interesting, I’m liking the course but I have worries.  I know I said that I’ve been worried about becoming my parents, but I didn’t think I’d find any parallels between going to school and my parents as my dad thinks college is a ridiculous waste of time.  And, frankly, it’s hard to argue with a man that seems to will millions of dollars into being travelling around and knocking out odd jobs for people.  (Long story I’m not getting into.  Don’t worry, nothing illegal.) 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 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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Another Work Blog

Five thirty in the morning. I leave my house. It’s late March but you couldn’t tell from the seventeen degree air outside. The sky looks almost non-existent. Dark with no visible stars. The only light is from the parking lamp which reflects off the frost over my windshield.
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