Shattered

I learned how to remove (and eventually replace) a window pane on a French door recently. Why such a specific lesson, you ask? Because while playing around and being a little maniac, as little kids are supposed to be, our little guy used his head to shatter one of the panes on the doors leadingContinue reading “Shattered”

My son, the chick magnet

At eight months old, my son is an absolute flirt. Sure, he likes to smile and laugh at me, and will break out a smile for a nice guy who starts up a conversation with him while we’re out in a store or a restaurant. But when it comes to the ladies, boy oh boy,Continue reading “My son, the chick magnet”

Oh, poop

I think I’ve hit another milestone of fatherhood. Sure, I had already been sprayed during diaper changes and been spit up on during burpings. But as of this this past weekend, (drum roll please), I was pooped on…right into my hand during a diaper change. 🙂 And all I could do was laugh. That isContinue reading “Oh, poop”