My IncrediDad

My gramma sent me some old pictures of my mom, my dad, and I earlier this week and it got me thinking of my own IncrediDad. A dad is someone brave and strong. They will protect their kid from bad guys. They're able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Dads are incredible. Many young children view their dad as a superhero. To the best of my knowledge my dad wasn't athletic so the leaping…
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Christmas Presents

To be honest, kids do not need most of the expensive things we buy them, but we get them anyway. This is our first Christmas with a kid but I can safely assume it will only get worse. What two month old, needs two electric cars he can ride in, a train he can ride on, a menagerie of stuffed animals that could fill a zoo, and so much more? Oh, that was little me, twenty-nine years ago? Adjusting…
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Breaking Up With Sleep

I gave up on my relationship with sleep a long time ago. It never would have worked out between us anyways. I'm a night-owl and an early riser. It would wind up being more of a long distance relationship anyway. Bex, on the other hand, really loves her sleep. I think her secret life goal is to be one of those Disney princesses that just lays around napping until her prince shows up. As soon as…
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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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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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Let Them Eat Cake

  So, now that I've got him home, can someone tell me what the hell I'm supposed to do with him? The care stuff, diaper changes, feedings, I've got that. We've actually gotten into a nice routine. But how about when he's wide awake and not screaming his head off? When he's just staring at me with the widest and most curious blue eyes you've ever seen, what am I supposed to do then? Before…
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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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