For my son’s birth, I wanted to make sure that he would have something to look back on years later to see what we went through that day. I will never forget staging our bags by the door, our family arriving at the hospital, the pain my wife went through after 25 hours of contractions, the relief she felt after the epidural, and the rest she was able to get and needed before the final 3 hours of pushing. I will never forget taking the first picture of my son, the first time he wrapped his little hand around my finger, the first time I looked at my wife and my child together, and the wonderment of holding him for the first time. My son.
Happy 2nd birthday to my little man, The Understudy.
Arrangement by Jennifer Tumminaro
Original music & lyrics by the Beatles
Valentine’s Day is coming and you need to figure out what you are doing, where you are doing it, and who it is you need to buy a bear that “Wuvs Kisses” for. No pressure. It’s just your future and everlasting happiness at stake, I’m sure you’ll figure it out. My wife and I met on a train at 5:00 am in downtown Chicago. She was on her way to her first day of work in a new city and I was coming home from drinking. Ten years of marriage later, people ask me how I knew she was “The One.” I tell them there is no such thing as “The One.” You meet many “Ones” throughout your life and when you are in the right place and they are in the right place, you’ve got a shot. I will say this; love is the most important thing you can ever find. When you go looking for the perfect Valentine, know what you are looking for.
Don’t waste time-
A wise woman once told me about dating in the 1940’s, “If you went on three dates, you were getting married.” In my dating days, I could barely decide on a restaurant for three dates. She went on to say, “I never turned down a date. The first date was social, the second was to lay out what was important to us, and if he made it to third date I wanted to do something else with him, so we were getting married.” It may not be as simple as it was in the old days, but there is something to be learned from the past.
This is the first year of Just a Dad 247 and we learned a couple of things; people think licking a toilet seat is funny and even my blog buddy Pat can get on the Today Show. To celebrate this first year we decided to take a look back at our five most popular posts.
I have never really understood why we make resolutions on New Year’s Eve. Then again, I have quit more things than I have succeeded at. When a friend of mine told me that he was going to make a resolution that focused on finding a life insurance comparison service, I did kind of understand how these sorts of resolutions can work for many people, especially if is something important as this. If you are someone like me who puts things off, maybe having resolutions and goals in your life may enable you to at least achieve some of these throughout the year.
According to commercials, resolutions are the answers to our lives. If I spend less, work out more, enjoy life to the fullest, and finally organize my movie collection in order of most explosions to least, then I will truly be accomplished. Only then will I have something to put my self-worth into, which will finally make me happy. Well, at least until February when I bring a doughnut on the treadmill with me. Continue reading →
I am “that guy” that is always looking to make the perfect whatever– the perfect engagement announcement, pregnancy announcement, Christmas card, birth announcement, whatever. No matter the occasion, it always begins with capturing the perfect picture which can make or break the perfect whatever.
Kepley and I have been trying to make each other laugh for 15 years. Kepley had both of his children before I had my first and every step along the way, when I’m struggling with a new phase, his first reaction is typically to chuckle and then help me through the phase using what we know best— humor.
As The Wife and I have added kids into our perfect picture announcements, I have had to accept that I win some and I lose some. The biggest obstacle is typically the kids as they simply can’t understand my vision for the photo shoot. Everyone’s lives would be so much better if they could, but this is where we are.
My older son shed a tear last night when I told him I was going to shave my Movember mustache. I asked him why and he said, “Because it’s awesome.” There is no doubt in the moments you know you’ve succeeded as a parent.
I told him his mother disagreed with his mustache stance and he would have to talk to her about it. “Call her,” he said. I was shocked at his decisiveness and that in his 5 years of life he had picked this particular topic to take a stand on. Who am I to judge? So I dialed and he pleaded to my wife’s voice-mail to retain his father’s facial hair. It was seven minutes of tears, made up facts, a diagram, and a promise that would never fly away. It was the best argument I have ever heard.
I told him that we would take a final picture so he would have a remembrance of my mustache. I also assured him that I would frame it and put it by his bed. It seems silly to promise something like that and not go through the simple actions of taking care of myself. My health doesn’t just affect me, it affects everyone who loves and cares about me. That’s a hard truth to hear because it forces me to ask more of myself. To me, Movember is about raising that awareness so we can keep some great dads in their children’s lives.
The mustache is gone and I need to look for a frame.
Only thing as good as having a child of your own is when someone close to you has one. All of the snuggles with none of the teething diapers. I call that a Win/Win.
Pat is about to have a new baby girl grace his life. I can’t decide whether to envy or pity him. I think, “Who wouldn’t want a wonderful little girl that melts your heart like a Snickers in an Easy Bake Oven?” Then I ask myself, “Do I want to ask my wonderful little girl why the hem of her shorts is residing in Antarctica?” Like having Pat for a friend, it’s a blessing and a curse. Continue reading →