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

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

Giving Thanks…

Needless-to-say, we have so much to be thankful for this year.  On the top of the list, of course, is our daughter.  Seems to be she is always at the top of the list now-a-days, but I guess that is what being a parent is all about.  Than, we have the usual list of things…health, happiness, family, friends, financial security.  Seems a bit mundane to name off the same items year after year.  So this year, I would like to go a tad bit deeper than that.  Because, after all, there is so much more to be thankful for.   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