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True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad
This is a blog about my life. My wife and I have three kids, ages six, three and one. Last year I gave up my gig as a middle school teacher to stay home with my kids full-time. This past year has been the most challenging, easy, relaxing, stressful, fun, tiring and rewarding year of my life.

My wife Amanda and I have been married for seven years. She spends her days (and nights and weekends) as an overworked Medical Resident.

Our oldest daughter, Eloise, is a bright, sweet, emotional first grader that loves to talk (she gets it from her mom). When not at school she is most likely playing dress up, turning some part of our house into a playroom, or creating a craft projects that involve: glue, magazines, markers, staples, stickers, scissors, crayons, pens, and a dozen sheets of paper.

Henry, the three year old middle child, is hell on wheels. There is not a house or store Henry cannot destroy in five to seven minutes max. He loves playing with his trucks, digging in his sandbox and occasionally putting on his sisterís pink plastic high heels.

Maggie, the one year old, is as sweet as they come. At a very early age she learned that her crying could barely be heard over the volume of her siblings. She has developed a blood curdling scream in order to get our attention that would make any horror movie producer proud.

Well there you have it, thatís pretty much my family in a nutshell.

DISCLAIMER: If you are looking for parenting advice you have come to the wrong place. Enjoy!

Dear 18-year-old self

Dear 18-year-old self

September 25, 2012 | 08:09 PM

Dear 18 year old self,

Sit down. There's a lot I need to tell you. On second thought, go take a shower first, dude you stink and don't wear your t-shirts inside out, that looks stupid.

Ok. Here we go.

It's your senior year of high school, have fun. Spend lots of time with your friends, keep playing sports, the real world will come some day. I know you think after high school you will lose track of those friends that move away, but don't worry, several of the friends you have now, you will still have almost two decades later. In fact, a few of those guys will stand up with you in your wedding just like you do in all of their weddings.

Yep, that's right I said wedding. YOU, get married, to a girl and everything. Crazy right? More on that later.

Back to the part about your friends. Your Brother brand word processor will be replaced with a computer that allows you to communicate with a lot of those guys even though you don't live that close to them anymore. Speaking of computers...there's going to be this company called Google, set aside a couple of bucks to invest in the company. You can thank me later.

In about a year your parents are going to get a divorce. You will sort of see it coming, but only barely. It is going to rock your world pretty good for a few months. Don't worry buddy, looking back on things it all turned out just fine.

I'm sure you want to know all about girls, since you are an 18 year old boy. Well, here's my advice, don't take the relationships you have with girls so seriously. You will have some positive relationships and some down right bad ones, but you will learn from all of them. Trust me it's going to be quite a few years, but eventually you will meet an incredible girl. You will spend a year getting to know each other, another year engaged, and then you will be fortunate enough to marry her.

What else is there to talk about?

Put away those freaking cigarettes. I know you and your friends are just occasionally puffing on a couple here and there for a quick buzz, but it won't take long for it to turn into a habit. If you don't do it now, you will continue to screw up your health for half a dozen years and spend thousands of dollars on those stupid things.

That Pearl Jam tattoo you considered getting probably would have been ok. Believe it or not, they are still out on tour rocking today. But, truthfully, thanks for not getting it. I like not having any tattoos.


When you get to college, go to class, you dumbass. You are the first person in your family to go to a four year school. Don't sleep through your classes that start before ten. Hide the academic probation letter before mom sees it. It kind of pisses her off. Also, don't wait until the last week of your college career to finally enter the doors of the Rec Center to exercise, it's a pretty cool place. Speaking of exercise, I hesitate to mention that you now enjoy long distance running, because I'm certain you will think I'm lying.

Another thing, don't buy a Ford Bronco from that shady car dealer in Carbondale. That thing is a piece of shit. If you buy it, you will find yourself hitchhiking on the interstate three days later. You will also find yourself in court when you go to sell it.

You will move to St. Louis without a plan, but everything will work out ok. The people you meet, the jobs you have and the life lessons you learn will be priceless. And believe it or not, that used Geo Prism that you buy right before you move there will last you well over 100,000 more miles and for almost a decade. When you do leave St. Louis say your goodbyes carefully and make them meaningful, one of those guys you will never see again. I won't tell you which one, but you will be able to figure it out.

After a couple of years, you will have this desire to go back to school (in your hometown) to get a teaching certificate. You will be nervous about what your friends will think and fearful that your parents will be disappointed, don't worry dude, things work out great. You actually go to class this time AND meet the woman you spend the rest of your life with. I'd say it was all worth it.

You're going to have kids too! You will have somewhere between one and ten children. I'll let you stress out about that one for a few years!

In your 30's you settle into a good groove, married, having kids, teaching middle school. The years start to fly by. Life throws you a curve ball around age 35. I don't want to ruin the surprise, but things are better than ever.

So, 18 year old self, you may think you know everything, but you really know so little. I thought about mailing this letter to you at your house, but there is a greater chance of you being at a couple of your buddies' houses, so that's where you will find it.

Oh, and one last thing, in 1999 don't make a Y2K emergency kit. Reason #1-You will not need it. Reason #2- you will eat most of the food in the kit before December 31st. Reason #3- Your roommates will never let you live it down.

Cheers and have fun!

36 year old self

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