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True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad
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In May of 2011, I dismissed class for the last time and began a new chapter in my life, full-time dad. I taught middle school for seven years, but with two kids and a third on the way, I wasn't able to give as much time to teaching as it required, plus I wanted to spend more time with my own kids, instead of someone else's.

My wife and I have been married for nine years. She spends her days (and some nights and weekends) as an OB/GYN, or as my kids like to call it, “catching babies.”

We have three kids. First Born is eight years old, but likes to pretend she’s in college. Our son, Middle Man is five, but we’re convinced by the way he talks about things like “beautiful sunsets” that he’s an old soul, and our youngest, the Blonde Bomber is only three, but already has the attitude of a teenager.

Our kids provide us with an endless amount of stories. Writing and retelling these stories for Indy’s Child has been my part-time job for the past three years.

You can contact me on Facebook at True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad or via email at indyschildpete@gmail.com.

Welcome to the Club
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Welcome to the Club

October 09, 2012 | 06:44 AM

It was so much fun having friends over for dinner last week.

They were just a few days away from having their first baby, so most of the conversation was about that. We talked about all sorts of things like sleep, meconium (consider yourself lucky if you don't know what it is), feeding a baby, choosing a names, car seats, baby carriers and clothes, the list goes on and on.

It was also fun to think back and talk about when we had our first baby. I remember being so tired in the hospital the night my daughter was born that I offered her money, hoping to bribe her back to sleep.

We talked about when we brought our new baby home from the hospital, it was the one and only time my wife rode in the backseat with the baby. Once we got home my wife took our sleeping daughter out of her carrier (apparently this was before she invented Rule #1- Never bother a sleeping baby.)and started a photo shoot changing our three-day-old into half a dozen outfits.

Later that night we sat down for a meal and I was so sleep deprived that I took dirty dishes out of the dishwasher and used them to serve dinner. Once we realized what had happened we were laughing too hard to even eat a bite.

It was crazy. We were in disbelief that the hospital let us take this baby home even though we had no idea what in the world we were doing.

It was great to think back about some of those first experiences.

Then at the end of the night the best thing happened. I was able to clean out our closet and give a whole bunch of baby stuff to our expecting friends.

After all isn't that what it's all about, unloading all your old baby gear on unsuspecting new parents?

Happy Parenting!

-Pete

www.facebook.com/petetheblogger


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