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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.

A Trip to Grandma's House

August 07, 2013 | 03:41 PM

There's nothing quite so relaxing as a trip to grandma and grandpa's house.

EXCEPT when that trip includes...

1. A mechanical problem with our SUV right before getting on the road. A sudden change of plans meant we would be taking my wife's car; squeezing three kids, two grown-ups, and a sixty pound dog, along with our luggage into it.

2. My son finding a kids sing along CD in the car. The last thirty minutes of the drive was all of us singing Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious and many other, "Greatest Hits."

3. Our seven-year-old not bringing or wearing any shoes. Her nearest pair of shoes were at home, two hours away. On our first morning there, my daughter (wearing a pair of seven sizes too big shoes that belong to her grandma) and wife went Wal-mart, of course, to get some new shoes.

4. Three trips to the dentist, and being the only person in the family to have a cavity.

5. Paddle boating with three kids and having our dog swim out to the boat and try to get on it.

6. Attempting to fish with my kids. We all had kid poles, including me, After spending the first thirty minutes untying their knotted lines, and getting them untangled from rocks I decided I would show them how it's done. I somehow managed to hook myself in the back of my shirt (twice) while casting my line.

Ah yes, fun and relaxing times with grandma and grandpa.


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