Let’s get this straight, I don’t have time to be doing this. I’m typing with one hand, coffee in the other, while my foot is steadily pumping up and down on a bouncy seat my youngest daughter is napping in. It’s late September, I still haven’t closed the pool, and the house looks like a toy bomb went off in it.
But that’s the point really. It’s insanity, it’s calamity. It’s how my family lives. Just my daughters, my wife, my cats, and me (I think I may steal this for the description). As the sole bearer of a “Y” chromosome in the house, I find it’s my job to lead our small scrappy group through the everyday twists and turns. It’s my responsibility as the alpha dog to make sure everyone falls in line and follows my every word…
Who am I kidding…
I rank somewhere at the bottom of the pecking order. If I’m lucky, I may be ahead of the one cat that eats throw up and has the breath to prove it.
I rank somewhere at the bottom of the pecking order. If I’m lucky, I may be ahead of the one cat that eats throw up and has the breath to prove it.
*We apologize for the interruption. It’s required I watch a youtube video about a paintable doll…*
So, who am I… or better yet, Who are we?
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| The Whole Famn Damily! |
I’m a 35 year old utility worker, husband, and most importantly father of two beautiful girls. I can kind of do plenty of things. I can kind of play guitar, kind of play piano, kind of draw, and kind of write. I’m especially great at procrastinating, getting too little sleep, and working on my super sexy “dad bod” which my loving and sensitive wife compares to the grinch…
My spouse, Tara, has been putting up with my crap since 2006. Just to age ourselves, I will admit we met… on myspace. It took months of pick up lines through messages there until she finally gave me the time of day and let me take her to the drive-in, to see of all things, “The Break-up”. She’s an amazing mother and the absolutely strongest person I know.
My pride, Avari (7 years) and Everli (8 months) are why I’m here. Every day with them is an adventure. Both temperamental, both spoiled little brats sometimes, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Avari is your average, spunky second grader. Sure she’ll spend way too much time on youtube and minecraft, but she also is infatuated with working with her hands. Give the child a few boxes, and in a couple short hours, she’ll emerge from her room in a full suit of armor.
At less than a year old, Everli already knows she rules us. We, and especially my wife, went through our own personal hell on our journey to receiving our second little blessing. Multiple miscarriages, emergency surgeries, and doctors saying it won’t happen. For this reason she’s been spoiled, I’ll admit that. Evi loves playing like most babies, hates most foods, but will still kill a quesadilla, and has a pernal grudge with one of our cats. Hey, cats don’t like being grabbed and tackled… go figure.
What can we expect from this blog?
Honestly, I don’t know. I’m going to just play loose with it. I have plenty of ideas jotted down in my trusty notepad. Though immensely rewarding, being a parent can be stressful enough, but living in a house full of women a lot of times, has me on my heels. I hope this is a place where we can document all my struggles, and successes. Maybe we’ll even learn something.
My pride, Avari (7 years) and Everli (8 months) are why I’m here. Every day with them is an adventure. Both temperamental, both spoiled little brats sometimes, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Avari is your average, spunky second grader. Sure she’ll spend way too much time on youtube and minecraft, but she also is infatuated with working with her hands. Give the child a few boxes, and in a couple short hours, she’ll emerge from her room in a full suit of armor.
At less than a year old, Everli already knows she rules us. We, and especially my wife, went through our own personal hell on our journey to receiving our second little blessing. Multiple miscarriages, emergency surgeries, and doctors saying it won’t happen. For this reason she’s been spoiled, I’ll admit that. Evi loves playing like most babies, hates most foods, but will still kill a quesadilla, and has a pernal grudge with one of our cats. Hey, cats don’t like being grabbed and tackled… go figure.
What can we expect from this blog?
Honestly, I don’t know. I’m going to just play loose with it. I have plenty of ideas jotted down in my trusty notepad. Though immensely rewarding, being a parent can be stressful enough, but living in a house full of women a lot of times, has me on my heels. I hope this is a place where we can document all my struggles, and successes. Maybe we’ll even learn something.
