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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!

A Stay-at-Home-Dad's Family Vacation

A Stay-at-Home-Dadís Family Vacation

October 26, 2012 | 01:23 PM

Since staying home with my kids is my job, I wasn't sure how much our family vacation would feel like a vacation to me. I would still be spending my days taking care of my kids, just like at home, would it really be a vacation? Luckily, it was.

There were several unexpected perks of vacation.

Other than the epic drive to get there, once we made it to the beach we walked just about everywhere we went.

I went an entire week without washing, folding or putting away clothes.

No cooking. We didn't even have a kitchen. So I couldn't cook, even if I wanted to. No cooking also meant no dishes to wash and put away.

Extra helping hands. When my son would walk into a room with his diaper smelling like a landfill, I could tell him that his mom was looking for him. Or I could tell him that his mom probably missed changing diapers while she was at work so it would be nice of him to ask her to change it. Evil, I know.

It's perfectly acceptable have a Bloody Mary from the tiki bar at 10:30 on a Thursday morning. Speaking of cocktails, I added the phrase, "bill it to my room" to my vocabulary.

Someone made my bed for me each day. I felt like I was seven again.

The most difficult decisions each day were, should we go to the pool or the beach and should I wear SPF 30 or SPF 50 sunscreen.

Every night around 6pm a housekeeping lady came around for turn down service and gave me pieces of chocolate. How cool is that?

So, even though I spent a week with my kids doing many of the same silly things on vacation as we do at home, to me it still felt like a much needed vacation.



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