Oh The Places We’ll Go

Luke is only six weeks old which means a couple of things: 1) He's not great at conversation and 2) He's pretty damn lazy. Seriously, the kid just lays around all day, crapping his pants. Occasionally he demands attention from me, and like a good servant, I obey. But I'm lazy. So if I can find a shortcut to take me back to couch potatoland, nine times out of ten I'll take it. Wouldn't you? For…
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”Twas two weeks before Christmas”

Twas two weeks before Christmas, On baby's first year. It felt like his parents hadn't slept in a year. Bills left unpaid, presents unbought, even the dog was left there unwalked The laundry was tossed on the floor without care. Why bother cleaning now? Next week our relatives will be there; But Luke was nestled all snug in his crib, with traces of breast milk left there on his bib And Bex in…
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Baby-cizing

You know what I loved most about Bex's pregnancy? Our stomach's were the same size, at least for a few weeks at the end. It was great. Now we could share t-shirts. What a laundry saver! Right after delivery, her belly was still puffed out. She was so upset about it that she would say things like, "Babe, will you still love me if I'm fat?" And as I took another bite of my donut I'd say "Well you…
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“Groundhog Dad” Starring David Gaygen

Do you remember the movie "Groundhog Day" starring Bill Murray? I feel like my life has turned into a cruel and twisted version of that since I've gone back to work. In the film, a jaded weatherman has to relive the same day over and over until he gets it right. In real life, I returned to work this week and I'm forced to live the same day over and over until I get it right . . . or at least…
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Let’s Wrap

Just the other day, I found out that some countries think we're strange for using a stroller. Can you believe that? Do you mean to tell me that Americans are wrong about something? When was the last time that happened? Uh. Hang on, the President just tweeted again . . . I love my stroller. It keeps Luke comfortable and safe while providing me with something to lean on and a cup holder for my…
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Sibling Rivalry

We have two pets, a cat and a dog. Zoey is a six year old Maltese dog who enjoys long walks in the evening, cliched barking at the mailman, and snuggling with her humans. T.C. (short for Trouble Clef) is a short haired tiger who enjoys sitting in the window, sharpening his claws on my thighs, and silently judging his humans from across the room. These two members of the family have been pretty…
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Our First Date

Bex and I had our first date the day before Thanksgiving. Actually it was our first date A.D. (After Delivery). It wouldn't have happened except that my mom was in town and she offered her services as babysitter. That's a polite way of saying that she kicked us out so she could spend quality time with her grandson. After reading my mom the riot act of Luke's routine, do's and don'ts, and…
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We aren’t fighting. We’re discussing.

  "Mommy and Daddy aren't fighting. We are having a discussion." I've heard that line overused so many times in the movies. The scene is always the same. It happens when a child inadvertently walks in on a possible domestic dispute and the parents have to cover their tracks quick, lest their six year old calls the police and reports mommy for spousal abuse. Hey Luke, please remember that…
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There’s A Binky In My Batcave

I never considered myself a messy person but I certainly wouldn't call myself organized either. There's always been this untidy little grey area between cluttered and coordinated that l like to hide in. Let's refer to it as, my Batcave. Throughout my twenties I found my Batcave to be a multifunctional space. I always kept it clean enough, so as not to be embarrassed if I brought a certain…
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Baby On Board

I still can't believe they let us walk out of the hospital with him. There must have been some mistake right? How could they trust someone like me to be responsible with someone so important? It was easy to look like a semi-competent parent when a team of nurses was present to supervise. But once we left the hospital, my precious safety net would be gone and the real trial by fire would begin.…
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