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Hello, my name is Pat and I’m a stay-at-home dad. Really, my full name is Pat Jacobs, but everyone calls me Pat…I don’t know why. I live in Elk Grove Village, which is a suburb of Chicago, but I used to live in the city. I’m still close enough to consider myself living in Chicago, even though my city friends are convinced that it takes a plane ride to visit. I never imagined I would be a stay at home dad, much less a dad once I hit 30 something.

I wanted to be a high school drama teacher when I started college. After one semester, I realized how many “real” classes it would take to get an education degree and I decided to focus on acting. Let’s be honest, I wanted to show up to classes and recite lines instead of taking tests. Fast forward ten years later, and that acting degree landed me a sweet job managing burrito restaurants. I was a very important man in the burrito world. Then, late one night, a girl walked into a bar and I introduced her to my family a week later. My extremely important, high-ranking and very influential role in the burrito industry took up a majority of my time. Lots of late phone calls, emails and texts. Lots of working six days and lots of working while The Wife wanted attention. After two years of marriage, we had a baby. The Understudy was born in February 2013, and The Wife and I wanted to make sure nothing would stand in the way of our family. So, she baked a batch of cookies and quickly convinced me to quit my job and stay at home with The Understudy. If I could wrap a burrito, I could swaddle a baby. Plus, they were soft, gooey, yummy chocolate chip cookies. I didn’t stand a chance.

The decision to be a stay at home dad was easy. How hard could it be? Change some diapers, buy some earplugs and take several naps throughout the day. Proof positive that I am an idiot. It took about 3 days for reality to hit me in the face.

So here I am; a new father and a stay at home dad in a world of mother’s advice and mommy experience all over the internet. I’ll try to make you laugh. I’ll try to be honest. And I will mention cookies. I can’t say much, except that I am no expert.


Hello, my name is Kepley and I’m a stay-at-home dad. Really, my name is David, but everyone calls me Kepley…I don’t know why. I’m a Chicago guy who now lives in Waxahachie, TX. Don’t worry, I can’t pronounce it either. Believe it or not, I have not always had aspirations of being a primary child-rearer or really any kind of rearer for that matter.

After high school I wanted to be an actor. Let’s be honest; I wanted to kiss hot girls and do kung fu. My priority became my family, which started with my wife. We met at five am on a train in downtown Chicago. She was going to her first day of work as a flight attendant and I was coming home from…well…drinking. Lucky for me if you meet in pure randomness and make it past three dates you have to get married. It’s the law.

For years we worked non-9-to-5-jobs. You might call it being a jack of all trades; I call it knowing just enough about a lot of things to sound dumb when I pretend my opinion is fact. We had some great years in the city and then we had kids. Nothing new here. We flipped our schedules to work opposite of each other and hit the suburban trail all the way to Texas. I guess that’s better than getting diphtheria in Oregon.

For three years I worked three or four overnights and my wife would fly between three and four days away from home as well. Some weeks we saw each other and there were other weeks we did not. It was brutal, but what other options did we have? Drago was going to win, why fight it? Because Rocky is awesome, that’s why! I also like to see the woman I am married to, so that is a factor as well.

The opportunity came up for us to get more time together and all it meant was that I would stay at home full time. Seems reasonable. Proof positive that I am an idiot. I thought being around my kids full time would change a couple of things. I mean, I know some stuff. I’d been around them quite a bit, not all the time, but quite a bit. Charles was in Charge, I got this. They broke me in three days.

So here I am; a stay at home dad in a world of mother’s day out programs. I’ll try to make you laugh. I’ll try to be honest. I can’t say much, except that I am no expert.