Life moves at a break-neck-speed. There is always something to be done or someone to respond to. The only time I get to myself now is when I’m at the grocery store. It’s my safe space, but I’ll get to that in a second.
I love Saturdays. I always have. The reason I love them so much has changed since becoming a father, but they still rock!
I’m 31. I have been the friend and family member that doesn’t have kids for a long time. For years I’ve logged into my Facebook account and seen my friends’ profiles taken over by their children.
I’m starting to get a little jumpy. Abigail’s due date is just a week away. 39 weeks today. Every little noise makes me jump now.
I had a great childhood. My family moved a lot and we didn’t have much money, but an overwhelming majority of my memories are positive. Exploring in the woods. Father and son campouts. Picnics. Movie nights. Holiday traditions. So many fun times.
I’m having a Dad-chelor party next month. The idea is similar to a bachelor party. Starting fatherhood is a big step so I wanted to get a group of guys who are important in my life right now together to celebrate the end of childlessness.
I’m not a big beer drinker. I do like beer though. I like it dark and complex. I only drink beer when out with the guys (doesn’t happen often enough) or on special occasions like a sporting event or celebration. The birth of my child fits into the celebration category in my book.
Let’s get this straight. I am a guy, and like most men, I’m a fan of the 007 movie series. It’s got pretty much everything any guy would want (in some combination of favorites): gadgets, travel, adventure, confidence, money, women, nice clothes, fancy drinks, etc. If you were to ask pretty much any guy if […]