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True Confessions of a Stay at Home Dad
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.

12 Hours of Cheer

12 Hours of Cheer

January 09, 2013 | 05:37 AM

I mentioned before my wife's family participates in a pre-Christmas gift giving called the Twelve Days of Christmas.

Here is the post from my Facebook page explaining, "The 12 Days."

"My wife's family does this thing called the 12 Days of Christmas. Each year, each grandchild gets one present for each of the 12 days leading up to Christmas. My wife's grandmother does it for her and now each of my three kids get 12 presents from their grandmother.


Let me summarize for you, right now there are 48, yes 48 presents under our Christmas tree and exactly 0 of them are for me."

The post was supposed to be harmless fun. But, I think my wife's grandmother though I was seriously bummed out about this, because when I saw her Christmas Eve she handed me a note written by her and my daughter. It said the following:



There once was a Daddy who felt very sad,

When he looked under the tree he almost felt MAD!

As far as he saw were presents galore...All wrapped and trimmed and marked Amanda, Maggie, Eloise, and Henry. And not one, even one, said anything close to Honey or Daddy.

As the 12 Days went by, getting close to the end,

HE soothed his feelings by telling the world of this distraught event...


But it is all ok as Christmas is near and a "12-hour event" will make life fuzzy clear!

To make you forget you were no one's dear,

The Grinch has come up with 12 HOURS OF CHEER.



On the kitchen table were 12 individually wrapped beers, each with a time marked on them. Starting at noon, until eleven o'clock that night, each hour, on the hour, a timer would go off and I would get to open a new beer.

It was so clever, so creative, and of course a great way for me to score 12 beers.

Here is my list of 12 Beers, in order

12pm- New Belgium Trippel

1pm- Leffe Belgian Ale

2pm- Shiner Bock

3pm-Ranger IPA

4pm-Goose Island 312

5pm- Mad Hatter IPA


7pm-Goose Mild Winter

8pm-Red Stripe


10pm-Magic Hat #9

11pm- Schlafly Pale Ale

In case you were wondering, I didn't even come close to drinking all twelve beers that day.



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