My journey as a father and full-time stay-at-home parent.
Dear Friends and Family, This past year has been incredibly wonderful and we’re sorry that we haven’t been able to visit, call or write more often (actually ‘sorry not sorry’ at all, parenting three kids under six tends to suck the life and apologies right out of you), but we’re hoping to catch you up
DISCLOSURE: This is a sponsored campaign between Dad or Alive and The Great American Milk Drive. The thoughts and opinions remain my own. As some of you may have read back in June, I wrote an article entitled MILK: My Family and Giving Back. The campaign that I got behind then and the campaign that
I don’t normally put together lists like this, as everyone has their own individual tastes. Every year, my wife and I struggle to figure out what to get our dads for Christmas – how many pocketknives and long-sleeve thermal undershirts can a dude own before he becomes featured on the TV show Hoarders? With that
I’ve long thought that my wife only wanted kids as an excuse to plan their birthday parties… and I was partially right. The very first birthday party we (she) planned (for Ava) should have given me some insight into how her mind works, sending me running for cover, terrified about what the future had in store for
These days, it could be any night of the week. It’s 6pm, halfway through what I call the ‘witching hour’. I’ve done it all. We went on a walk to the park, we pulled out the play-doh (and put the rock hard nuggets from last week in the trash), built a nostalgic-yet-stupid balsa flyer that
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been a full-time stay-at-home dad for almost six years. There wasn’t one moment in the 90’s, where I sat back on my grody college sofa after pulling a hefty bong rip and thought, ‘Man, I’m really glad that I’m spending all this time and money to get a hearty
Six years ago, I wasn’t sure what kind of dad I might be. Certainly, I’d had an amazing influence in my own father, as well as my grandfathers and uncles, my father-and-brother-in-law, but as you hold your wife’s hand in the delivery room, I think you’re waiting for that identity to be born (so to
As a kid, I remember the day that report cards came out. No longer were you trusted to bring that piece of paper home in your backpack – they mailed that shit. I’m surprised it wasn’t sent as ‘certified mail’. The problem for me, was that I was in school while the mail was being
In 1981, my parents bought an empty, wooded plot of land in Lehigh County, Pennsylvania from my mom’s uncle, John. My dad would spend many late-night hours devoting his time towards designing a house for our family. He had a vision for their homestead, the roof that would provide shelter to his wife and children.
Every morning, I pull into the parking lot at our preschool, take a deep breath, put on a smile and hop out of my truck. I wave at the other parents and inconspicuously take notice about how they act with their kids. Everyone has their ‘happy hats’ on and it feels like we’re shooting a