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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I wanted to pull a little girls pony tail…
A fairly new child to our weekly playgroup annoyed me the other day! She (yes I said she!) was adorable. Blonde ringlets in her pony tail, blue eyes, red red cheeks. Like a little doll. Came running up to Reagan and I and asked me where “way-guns” (Reagan’s) mommy was. I thought to myself, ah cute little munchkin. I knelt down, hand on my child’s head to somehow assure her of what I was about to say despite the fact she is 15 months old and doesn’t understand, and said “Well, Reagan has two daddies”. She proceeded to say “I don’t understand”…repeatedly…loudly. Practically stomped her feet! Like…she was pissed that the answer given was not the appropriate answer. I felt like shouting “where is this 4 years olds parents?!” The icing on the cake was that her mother was indeed listening to the entire incident. I felt myself wanting to yank on her little ponytail to stop causing a scene and than slap her mother for not stepping in. (…maybe I’m a bully…) Continue reading
Every Milestone Reached by Year 1…Check!
One whole year on August 7th. Can it possibly be that one year has passed since our tiny, quiet bundle miraculously entered into our lives and is now that same one running around our house, scratching up the walls with her push toys, pointing (a.k.a. wanting) at everything in site, and tossing her bath toys out of the tub? How she has grown from a dimpled quiet infant to a smiling baby, and now a very curious and willful toddler. All in a timespan of just 365 days. It feels as if someone handed us a helpless infant just yesterday and suddenly flipped a switch and my child is finding her voice, her will, and the fact that being stubborn is a whole lot of fun! Reagan has reached every milestone that every parent anticipates for and I have indeed learned so much this past year. Continue reading
9 Month Old Reagan…
My Little Love,
You’re at the three-quarter mark of your first year in this world. The 9th month of your beautiful life and every day has been amazing to your Daddy and Papa. Our experience with you has been unique, wondrous, and filled with awe. We have enjoyed each day, each hour, and each second of your life as you have grown over these last 9 months and we are amazed at the little person that you are becoming. While I have cheered loudly as you hit your milestones, I have been in no rush whatsoever for you to get to the next. You have changed each and every day, and although I shouldn’t be, I’m already sad to say goodbye to the baby that you were. No, I don’t miss teething or the sleepless nights, but I know that as you get older, you’ll want less and less to do with my two arms around your little body. 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
From The Stork 