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phases of bedtime routines

Bedtime routines have varied over the last 3 years. They are a bit cyclical on speed and ease, and when you get into a memorable “that’s just a phase” (other people’s words, not mine) routine, you feel like your life will never be simple again. And it isn’t, those “phases” continue to evolve into something else entirely. There is nothing is simple about it. They are just too excited, too psyched to lay down.

Have you ever tried to hold down a wet puppy after a bath? on its back? in a ball pit? Yeah, bedtime can be like that.

Psyched for life - no sleep for me

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in the beginning there was milk – pt 2

full capacity momma milk farm

So we covered the basics about our first child and breast milk from our last post, now here’s when then boobs get impressive- and we have a chart to prove it! So far, 4 months in to baby Nora’s life, it is turning into a remarkable milk bonanza. The sheer and utter volume of it all (yes there is a pun in there) is slightly bewildering. The quantities being doled out, have classified Wendy now as an “over-producer”. Bottles are being exchanged mid-session, but we finally got smart… Continue reading

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in the beginning there was milk – pt 1

Stella & me! 6 mo

Stella & me! 6 mo

There’s milk. There was always milk. Granted, with our first child, Stella, it came in low and slow like a good brisket strategy. But for Nora, baby #2, it produced hard and fast, more suitable for searing steak. It still pretty much amazes me that a food source can squirt, quite aggressively, out of a breast. Fascinating really, but a little bit frustrating as if you walk in the vicinity of Them, my wife, Wendy, will flinch in fear that they are going to be touched and run away. Continue reading

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my painted toe

immobilized salon client

daddy toenail painting

Laid up after tearing my ACL, Stella goes to town painting my toenails

I’m no stranger to beauty products out there. My wife and I have done numerous pre-beard era (PBA) mud masks and Biore pore strips. I figured I would not be immune to such shenanigans when I had kids.

My oldest daughter LOVES getting her nails painted. She sits incredibly still for a 2 year old, even waiting patiently as her nails dry.  Once she is confident that her nails are perfect, she moves on to her favorite client’s big hairy toes. Most recently, when I was immobilized from an ACL tear (damn you Defy Gravity, damn you), it presented a perfect opportunity for some nail painting. She’s pretty good at it, which is surprising since she can’t color with 20 feet of the lines on a coloring book.

Not gonna lie I enjoy it a tad bit. The coolness of the “hot pink schnozberries” paint applied on the toenail is slightly refreshing, and let’s get real, the smell of the nail polish remover can be invigorating.

My toes are always demanding a double take, as I find myself sockless quite a bit, especially at all of my doctors appointments as part of the ACL recovery. It’s my daddy badge of pride, “Yeah, my 2 year old did that, and now I’m pretty as hell”.

Now its been 2.5 months since my last application and while my nail is not as gloriously presentable, it’s still in good shape and maybe ready for some Kentucky blue, just in time for March Madness.


Icing knee down admiring my daughters handiwork

Icing knee down admiring my daughters handiwork

Ready for a touch up

Ready for a touch up

Closeup. So pretty.

Closeup. So pretty.

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