One of the first questions expecting parents get asked, aside from the due date, is “are you going to find out the sex??”. It’s an interesting debate, both for the to-be parents, as well as for family members, friends, and those random belly-touching-strangers-you-meet-on-the-street (Sarah doesn’t understand why they keep touching MY belly). When we had Sophia, we found out what we were having. We found out, but only told our immediate family members what we were having. It came out at the baby shower that we were having a girl, but at that point, we were so close to the due date that we didn’t mind our cover being blown. Well we didn’t mind THAT much… Continue reading
What to Expect When You Have No Idea What to Expect When You’re Expecting, Again
There comes a time in almost every parents’ lives when they decide the time is right to increase the size of their family. Well, that time has come for myself, Sarah, and Sophia! That’s right, we’re expecting, again!
Baby Brownie number two, as he or she will be known for the time being, will be arriving somewhere around the first week of September. We don’t yet know the sex of the baby, but so far things are looking great. Sarah is feeling great so far, and again we’ve been blessed with zero morning sickness. None for her either… Continue reading
Do You Wanna Play Repeat? No, Do YOU Wanna Play Repeat…?
There comes a point in time when you have kids that you realize it’s time for you to really watch what you say. That point is NOW. When they say that kids are like a sponge and they soak up everything you say or do, they are correct (whoever “they” are, anyway). Having to watch what I say probably isn’t going to be an easy thing for me to do. I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t have a potty mouth. I do. Do I like the fact that I do? No, of course not. It’s a habit I’ve been trying to kick for a long time. Continue reading
Words, Words, Words
“Do you understand the words that are coming outta my mouth?!” — Chris Tucker in Rush Hour
Learning to talk is a big deal. Heck, I’m 30 and I barely have a handle on the English
language when I speak (and write…). So, needless to say, witnessing and helping Sophia learn to talk has been fun, awesome, entertaining, and sometimes, downright hilarious.
A Daddy’s Poem
I wanted to do something special, something that nobody else could do, for Sophia’s first birthday. I’ve always considered myself somewhat of a poet (go ahead and laugh if you must), and thought one of the best things I could do would be to write Sophia a poem, from me, for her birthday. Yes, I know I wrote a letter from myself and Sarah, already, but this was a surprise from me that nobody, not even Sarah, knew was coming. You can see over there to the right, or above, wherever the picture loaded, what the final, framed piece looks like. I wanted to share it with all of you. Sophia owns my heart like no one else ever has and I wanted to share, what I think, is the greatest piece of writing I could ever pen. Enjoy! Continue reading
The Early Arrival
Now that the end of March is here and I can now consider myself a “veteran parent” of a month, it seems a good time to start updating this site again. I was all set and ready to write a post in late February about nesting. Not that Sarah was nesting as normal pregnant women do, but in her own, very special way. That is, making a list of things to do and handing it to me… Well, that intent came and went REAL quick on February 21. That’s the night our lives went from “preparing for two more weeks until our daughter arrives” to “well, guess our little lady is tired of waiting to come out and say hello!” Continue reading
The Not So Short Introduction
Hello all! Times being what they are these days, many dads are living the life as a stay at home dad
mom or “Mr. Mom”. As it stands now, with my wife, Sarah, due anytime in the next three weeks with our first child, a girl, it looks as though I’ll be the one staying home with baby and teaching her all the great things I learned as a kid. That is, once Sarah returns to work from maternity leave.
That being said, let’s jump right in to where we sit right now. Sarah is 37 weeks pregnant, the house is an ever-changing mess of new baby clothes, toys, car seats, diapers and everything else under the sun the baby gadget engineers have come up with. Take one step into a Babies r’us and you’ll know you’re in for a long day of shopping, staring blankly at shelves with things you didn’t even know you needed and, of course, avoiding being run over by the thousands of other newly crowned mothers-to-be or brand new mama’s with baby strapped to their chest.
When we first found out Sarah was pregnant and we would be parents, the first thought that flashed through my head was “awesome, I’m gonna be a dad!” Quickly followed by “Wait, WHAT?!!?” I had no idea what I was in store for or what the last nine months would entail. Of course, we ventured out to Babies r’us to register for “everything we need”, because, of course we knew exactly what we needed.
I’m not lying when I tell you, I’e never been more intimidated in my life than when we walked into the store to register. When I think of registering, I think of registering for our wedding, which was fun. “Hey, look a giant flat screen TV, don’t mind if I do!” “Oh, you mean someone is going to consider buying us this great wrap around couch? Well, add that to the list!” Yeah… registering for baby things does not equal the experience of running around and scanning anything and everything for a wedding. So after approximately 63 hours of scouring, searching and scanning, we left the store thinking we were set. Yeah, like there was a chance of that! We’ve since been back and forth at least 38,000 times adding, subtracting, adding, doing long division and adding some more things. Thankfully, after our baby shower and the approximate 49,362 bags and boxes of baby gifts later, it appears the never-ending trips to the baby store are over. Right?? I’m pretty sure I’m wrong on that one, but I’ll wait til Sarah tells me I’m wrong. Which should be as soon as I publish this post…
Let’s fast forward to today. Driving to Sarah’s parents for dinner with her brother, Sarah says to me, “I’m pretty sure Braxton Hicks contractions aren’t supposed to last all day…” I’m sorry, you said what now?! Knowing that my 37-week pregnant wife is now considered full-term and being told by the doctors last week that the baby had dropped into torpedo position, the first thought that popped into my head was CALL THE DOCTOR!!
As is turns out, it is not yet time for the baby currently known as Baby Browne to come popping out to say “Hello World!” I can only imagine that the time is coming and sooner than the March 6 due date we have been planning our lives around…