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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.

Happy Grandparents' Day!

Happy Grandparents' Day!

September 08, 2013 | 09:31 AM

Our kids are so fortunate to have some of the best grandparents on the planet. I'm sure they thought we weren't ready to have kids when we told them the first time around we were going to have a baby. They also probably thought we were nuts when we told them baby #2 would be arriving the same time my wife was starting residency. And I'm certain they thought we were insane when we told them we were having baby number three, fifteen short months later. Especially since we were living in a small, three bedroom house.

Anyway, I don't think we could have raised these kids without them.

They pack in more adventure into a weekend with their grandkids than we could in a week. That could also have something to so with the fact that they keep them up several hours later than their bedtime.

Their grandparents have taught them things their mother and I never did, like peeing outside, or shooting the end of a straw wrapper off a straw at a restaurant.

Their patience is infinitely longer than either one of us, there junk food is also a million times better than what we have at home.

They are each, and all, so amazing and special.

Thank you and Happy Grandparents' Day!


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