UGH…Another baby?..Why?…

Truly, this is the question I get from both same sex couples as well as straight couples.  At first, I took it personally; “You don’t think I can handle another child?”  When I realized that I most certainly could, I questioned them further only to find out that it is their own insecurities, wants and desires that have never transpired.  For the record, it is not selfish to only want one child. It is being realistic in many cases. Having one child has made many realize that they simply didn’t “need” nor “want” anymore.  I got asked by a family member a couple of weeks ago, “You have a beautiful baby who you’ve raised so well…you don’t need another one!”.  But for some, like myself, I do.  And there is nothing wrong with that… Continue reading

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Wonderment…

Wonderment is an emotion that is comparable to a surprise but that is more when people feel when perceiving something very rare or unexpected.  Wonder is a feeling of surprised amazement and so is wonderment.  If you feel wonderment, you can’t quite believe what you’re seeing.  Nonetheless, it is real…can be touched, felt.  Maybe even heard.  Wonderment is what I have been feeling over the last 3 months with our daughter. It’s a wonder what occurs with a little one and the growing that takes place in such a short time span. Continue reading

6 Months with Reagan…

Everyone asks me what has changed in the months since becoming a father.  Such a hard question to answer given the fact that the short answer is “everything”.  Certainly, I am a bit more tired.  I’ve become grayer, although I had already had a head start with that one for the last 10 years.  The mid-section has gotten softer in the last 6 months.  This morning I woke up with this pain in my back…I am getting older! I guess in retrospect, a good answer to that question is…what has changed is I don’t care nearly as much about all that insignificant stuff as I use to.  Having a child has freed me… Continue reading

2014’s Resolutions…

I read this article last night that you “shouldn’t” (using that word loosely) end every word in “Y” when you speak to your baby.  Another words, use baby talk with your baby, in the hopes that it will encourage your child to have good grammar while growing up. So, toying with a new years resolution, one of my resolutions this year was to try not to end every word I say to Reagan with a “Y”. Every parent I am sure can understand the use though of using “Y” after every word.  You have a baby and suddenly poop is “poopy“, touch is “touchy“, dog is “doggy“, and so on.  It was a ridiculous resolution to make given the fact that my daughter is so adorable and saying words that end in a “Y” is…well…so adorable.  I made a mistakey. 🙂  So that resolution was tossed out the window the second I saw her in the crib this morning and I said “good morning, who’s the cutest girl in the whole worldy?”.  Yep, tossed out the window…just like all the other resolutions I have ever made were.  I still curse.  I don’t have the body of a roman god.  I still eat chocolate…lots of eat.  Nevertheless, every article I see online is about resolutions so I feel as if I have to make at least one!… Continue reading

Raising a Jewish child…with a touch of Christmas magic

My partner was raised Jewish and I was raised Catholic.  However, our household is now Jewish and prior to adopting Reagan, we committed to raising our daughter Jewish.  This will be Reagans first holiday season and my partner’s friend (who is Jewish) came over the other day to find our house decked out with Christmas décor everywhere.  Truly it looked like Santa Claus decided to vomit all over the walls of the house.  Amongst the red and green flashing lights, in a dark corner of the dining room, one tiny menorah sits…admittedly next to a large Santa Clause…that lights up…and blinks obnoxiously as a matter-of-fact. She laughed when she saw this and I was a bit embarrassed.  However, it’s impossible to deck the halls for Chanukah the way you do for Christmas. I’m not speaking of the walls of the house…but the walls of your spirit. Christmas touches you in a different way than Chanukah does.  Continue reading

SOS…it’s feeling like home…

The Hotel has begun to feel a bit like home.  We have our typical parking spot.  The front desk staff (the ones during the normal business hours at least) quite obviously know me by their smile that seems to say “why are you still here?”.  I send my bills and cards from the hotel.  We enter through the side entrance.  I bring my partner his coffee every morning, as the norm.  I tidy up our room on a daily basis. And to make matters worse…I stopped housekeeping from cleaning up the room this morning because I had already emptied our garbage pails out for her…I enjoyed helping her out too!  I need help… Continue reading

A Watched Pot Never Boils…

We’ve arrived in Indiana where the Birth Mother is currently 1cm dilated.  While that didn’t sound like any rush to arrive to cornfield “nothing to do” Indiana, the baby is indeed fully dropped and we have been advised that 1cm can turn to 10cm very quickly.  So here we are….waiting for the pot to boil, which everyone knows a watched pot never does boil… Continue reading