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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 sister’s 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, that’s pretty much my family in a nutshell.

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

Doodle Doodie

February 04, 2013 | 09:34 AM


Towards the end of last year, after an excruciatingly long process, we finally got my son out of diapers. He was approaching three and a half years old and it was long overdue. I'm sure you can imagine the size and disgustingness of a diaper generated by a thirty pound boy that eats like a horse. But, like I said, he's out of diapers. Which means there's only one baby left in our family that can't YET poop in the potty.

I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

Hopefully by this summer, we can put away the cloth diapers for good. No more swishing out the poop in the potty. No more poop finding it's way out of a diaper and onto the floor, or on my lap. Finally, in a few short months, things around here will be Feces Free!

Wait hold on just a minute.

What's that my sweet, wonderful wife?

You want what? A dog? A golden doodle? But I don't understand.

I'm almost Feces Free. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel and everything.

Oh, it's potty trained. Well that's a relief. But wait don't I have to pick up its poop when I take him for walks?

Well, I guess I'm doomed.

The light at the end of the tunnel is now dim, so very dim.

I guess I'm destined for a feces full life.

Happy Parenting (and poop scooping)!


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