Who’s the Boss? Not Me… (or Tony Danza!)

Growing up as a kid in the 80s, I was treated to what could be considered a great age in

The Boss

TV sitcoms– The Cosby Show, Who’s The Boss, Family Ties, Growing Pains… and the list goes on… Like many other people my age, I was a huge fan of The Cosby Show, and I honestly couldn’t even begin to count how many lines I quote from the show, but there are a lot. I’m pretty sure you’re sitting there right now, thinking to yourself, “Nick, is there a point to this??” Obviously, the answer is no, I just wanted to tell you what my favorite shows were when I was younger… Of course there’s a point! For whatever reason, and I don’t know remember the season or the episode name, (If I did, I’d have the clip and the full quote on here) one scene and conversation has always stuck out in my head. I mean, aside from the classic “I brought you in this world, and I’ll take you out!” The scene has Cliff and a soon-to-be dad, Mr. Lee, talking in his office. The conversation goes something like this:

Mr. Lee: “I’m an old fashioned guy. I want my wife barefoot and pregnant. My wife and that baby are gonna know.. I’M the boss.”                                                                                        Cliff: “Mr. Lee, I’m sorry, but you are not the boss.”                                                                  Mr. Lee: “Doc, I’m tellin you, I’m the boss!”                                                                               Cliff: “No, that BABY is the boss!” Continue reading

A Daddy’s Poem

The birthday surprise 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

Nonsense Poopy Pants!

Before I jump into this enthralling, harrowing, and hero-building story, I will warn you: It involves poop. Lots and lots of poop. There will be other stuff too, so don’t leave. Stay. STAY! I said STAY HERE! That being said, time to dive right in.

As the parent of a baby, certain things are inevitable – crying, sleepless nights, throwing up, poopy pants – but enough about me! Joking aside (which clearly is something I know nothing about), you know when you become a parent to expect messes everywhere, anywhere, at any time, day or night. Babies don’t know they shouldn’t spit up all over your suit before a wedding, they don’t know they aren’t supposed to poop through their clothes. And why would they, THEY’RE BABIES! Needless to say, I’ve grown very accustom to quick wardrobe changes for Sophia when we are out in public thanks to those messes. At home, it isn’t nearly as difficult to get those messes and wardrobe changes taken care of quickly. This story involves just such a public mess and wardrobe change, unfortunately, Sophia wasn’t the only one in need of new clothes.

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Dad Reflections

It really is hard to believe, but it’s already been 4 months since Sophia graced us with her arrival. To say it has been a whirlwind 4 months would be an understatement. From the sleepless nights the first couple months home, to now seeing her personality start to come out, it has been amazing.

Going into Sarah’s pregnancy I was so scared, nervous and excited all at the same time. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but what I did know was that my life would be changing forever. One of the funniest things that happened during Sarah’s pregnancy, aside from her pregnancy brain and pregnancy clumsiness… was the debate about what we’d be having, a boy or a girl. Naturally, as a man, I said we’d have a boy. Because, ya know, I gotta have someone to carry on my name and um, legacy?? The week we announced the news to our families we were away on vacation with Sarah’s family. While going back and forth on boy or girl I made a declarative statement that I can never take back and will forever live on in the form of a video on Sarah’s old phone. “We’re having a boy,” I stated. “I don’t make girls…” Yeah, I was THAT guy! When we found out we’d be having a girl at the 20-week ultrasound, that statement was thrown back in my face immediately. I’m sure that statement will one day make it to Sophia with her asking “What, Daddy, you didn’t want me to be a girl??” Followed by sad eyes… I’ll then have to tell her it was all a joke and that of course I wanted her and wanted her to be a girl. Pretty easy, right? On second thought, maybe I should find Sarah’s old phone and burn it AND the video proof… Continue reading