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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!

"I'm Sorry I Acted Like A Nut Ball"

August 27, 2013 | 08:47 AM

The other day our oldest daughter got herself into some trouble with her mom at her grandparent's house. She was upset with her mom about something and ended up not even saying goodbye to her grandparents when we left their house. I don't even remember the details of the argument, but her consequence was losing her American Girl dolls for a couple of days.

The next day we told her she could EARN her dolls back, one night early, if she wrote a letter of apology to her grandparents for her poor behavior at their house. She was resistent to it a little bit, because she doesn't like to be wrong EVER, but after weighing her options she agreed to it.

She went to her room and returned a few minutes later with a note that said the following:

I'm sorry I acted like a nut ball.

Signed Mysterious


After holding back tears of laughter I asked her why she signed her letter, "Mysterious," She said it was so they wouldn't know who was apologizing. Oh boy. We have a lot to learn. We then talked about how the whole point of apologizing is for the person to know you are sorry for what you did.

After a little discussion of some possible ideas, she wrote a rough draft, then a final draft and drew a nice picture to send with the letter. Next, she was excited to address the envelope, put a stamp on it and take it out the the mailbox.

Two days later she received a phone call from her "Mimi" thanking her for the letter. It's a nice feeling when, every once in a (long) while, you feel like your doing something right as a parent.


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