Is today “Daddy” Day?

Babies truly do cause a lot of attention.  Many blogs ago I wrote that I would be the one standing on line at a Grocery store making funny faces at the cute baby’s in strollers or car seats.  Now I am the parent of the baby in a car seat wondering why the person staring at my child doesn’t go and stare at some other kid 😉  They smile and wish to take a peak at Reagan and the reason I wish to power walk past these people is not because I don’t want them to look at my child…its simply because I am afraid of what ridiculous question they are going to ask her in their baby voice. Continue reading

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From The Stork…

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After being 11 days late, she finally decided to make her grand appearance on Wednesday August 7th at 8:23 pm, coming in at a whopping 8 pounds 10 ounces, 20 inches long, with a full head of black hair, the cutest little dimple, and truly breaking her Daddy and Papa’s heart with her coo’s and cries.  After the birth, a sleepless two and a half nights, and the anticipated signing of termination papers, I am thrilled to finally be able to introduce our daughter (by her name) Reagan Alma… Continue reading

Still Waiting….

Who said that quote about “patience being a virtue”… blah blah blah? I despise that individual right now 🙂  Nevertheless, we have spent some quality time with the birth parents, as well as met the birth father’s family, and we are quite glad that we had the opportunity to do that.  However, now that we covered all our bases here in the land that 1945 has remained, we are ready now…she has our permission for her water to break…please…now…. 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

My Daughters Name is “hush hush”

Being pregnant is so quickly compared to the process of adoption.  While similar to a certain degree in regards to the anticipation of a wee ones arrival, it is still so different.  My sister is pregnant and so easily words of confidence that her child will be here, flow from her so easily.  “when she arrives”, “I think I will buy her this”, etc.  Such fortitude that her child will be here soon and all will be well.  Sure, anything can happen.  Nonetheless, more likely than not, everything will work out as expected. My confidence is a bit more…feigning.  Continue reading

Gay Parenting

My father asked me how I…being a male…a gay male…was actually going to be able to raise a child with my partner.  Ignorance makes me laugh out loud (quite literally) and that was how I began my response.  I ended it simply by saying “I can assure you that our child/children will be much more confident and secure than I was in my own childhood”. Of course, how can he have argued that?  I find that ignorant people tend to not pick up a book, newspaper, read a study, and find an educated answer on anything they “believe in”.  They simply hear or see what they wish.  Nevertheless…facts are facts.   Continue reading