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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.

Summer Vacation...The Beginning

June 03, 2013 | 12:35 PM

Summer vacation is here. Which means no more waiting at a bus stop. No more drives to the co-op. Time to put on flip-flops and start doing belly flops.

Yesterday, my wife read in the new Indy's Child the magazine (shameless plug) there was a summer kids concert today. So I called my buddy, we loaded up our kids this morning and off to the concert we went. Of course, I forgot to bring anything along with us for the trip, luckily my buddy Joe packed enough food for all of us and a blanket to sit on.

We got there a few minutes early and found a spot on the park lawn. Before we knew it all five kids were eating/attacking the snacks. The original plan was to save the snacks until the end of the show, but plans change, now all snacks were consumed and it was still three minutes until showtime.

Once the band started many of the kids headed down to the stage to dance and have fun. My kids refused to go to the stage. Joe suggested to me that maybe my kids needed a couple of Capri Suns to loosen up before they would get out on the dance floor. Just like their dad, I guess.

The funniest part was the end of the show, watching a bunch of little kids dance to Margaritaville. It felt like a Jimmy Buffett concert for kids.

Overall, I think everyone had a good time. It was a great way to kick off the summer and I think we will probably attend more these weekly concerts.

Maybe if the next one is also like a Buffett concert I'll sneak in some tequila in my "barnoculers" just like the old days at real Jimmy Buffett concerts.


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