A lot of people have asked me why I write this blog. Usually, it’s with some sort of incredulous tone, like “why would you share all that personal information??” If you want to know my answer, all you have to do is take a look at my header or at the picture to the right. I do this blog for my daughters. Continue reading
I’m excited to announce that coming very soon, possibly as soon as early next week, I, along with Ben from Sketchy Radio will be premiering the “Poppin’ Bottles Dad-Cast”.
This is the premise behind our podcast: A couple of dads podcasting about being dads! Open your ears for some great stories and conversations about all things we dads face on a daily basis.
Both Ben and I are stoked to bring you some great stories, in addition to the ones I write here!
Becoming a parent for the first time is an experience that, for many people, can’t be topped. But, what would you do if three-and-a-half months after having your first child, you were diagnosed with Mesothelioma cancer and given only 15 months to live?
Heather Von St. James was faced with just that reality. Three-and-a-half months after Heather and her husband, Cameron, welcomed their daughter Lily into their family, Heather received the news that she had been diagnosed with pleural mesothelioma. That was seven years ago. Continue reading
One of the coolest things about writing this blog is that I get to share great stories, funny stories, and my experiences as a parent. Hopefully those stories and experiences resonate with all of you. One thing that I don’t get to this point is a ton of interaction with all of you. I want to change that. Continue reading
When it comes to life with a two-year-old, you know that you’re going to end up having some insane conversations with them, that make no sense, that make you laugh, and many, MANY times are going to make you laugh until you either A) cry B) pee yourself.
The time was 3:01 am this morning and if it weren’t for the extreme exhaustion of the moment, this post would have been written then. This is what was running through my head at the time: “It’s currently 3:01 am, I just finished feeding Maddie and putting her to bed and am now fighting with a half-asleep-I-need-to-sleep-in-your-bed-and-kick-you-over-and-over-in-the-process Sophia and can hear the faint sounds of a breast pump running through the baby monitor.”