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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It’s A Walk In the Park

And I thought Bex took forever to get ready . . . One morning, earlier this month, around eleven o'clock in the morning, we decided to take Luke on his very first trip to the neighborhood park. Somehow, we didn't walk out the front door until three-thirty in the afternoon. Did I mention that the park is around a seven minute walk away from our¬†apartment? A younger, slightly naive, but well…
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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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10/29/2017 Delivery Day (Part I)- The Waiting Game

Waiting is hard. I'm not a very patient man. Just ask my wife. She'll tell you it's true. Case and point, I am writing this in the delivery room. When I say that, what do you picture? Probably a scene from a movie if you're anything like me. Picture it, in all it's celluloid glory: Ext. City Hospital - Day A haggard looking, bumbling, BUFFOON, jumps out of his sports car, rolls across the hood…
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