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Common Misconceptions About Stay at Home Dads

In today’s day and age, child care if off the wall expensive. I don’t fault them for charging that much at all. I mean, I have seen my kids in action. They are well worth the cost of childcare. The simple problem is I have 4 at home, and they each have multiple medical needs that require doctors visits. Some of them have more than one doctor they have to see regularly. Ashlee holds a full time job that requires her to work insane hours. She’s a paramedic. It’s her passion; her dream come true. She went through half a decade to achieve this goal, and she’s very good at it. I; however, am a stay at home dad. It’s hard for me to say sometimes. But there it is. I don’t say it out loud because other men in around automatically look down on you from the get go without looking into your life. There are several misconceptions about stay at home fathers at least in my case. Yes, I do know there are some dead beat dads out there who slump on the couch while getting spoon fed. Let’s assume they aren’t included in any of this article. I...

Building a Family: When Everything Suddenly Changes

We now return to our regular programming. This is the final chapter in Building a Family. After having four children, Ashlee and I were scared to show much intimacy to each other. All four of them were within 2 years of each other. This left 6 months for recovery from C-sections, and 9 months for the next to be born give or take a few months in between. Basically, one of us were too fertile.  It didn’t help that we were now members of a catholic hospital. It was only a matter of time before Selah was born at 28 weeks gestation. Ashlee was in labor on magnesium for 48 hours. The IV had her like a zombie. The doctors finally decided that there was nothing they could do to stop the labor. They prepped the operating table. Out of all our births, this one was the most….. interesting? The anesthesiologist did her work in numbing Ashlee’s body, and the doctors got to work. Radio music was blaring in the background with the OB singing along. Total Eclipse of the Heart. They found a tear in Ashlee’s uterus where Selah was peaking her hand through. If they would not have...

Building a Family: NICU Vacation

Before I start, I wanted to apologize to anyone who was following this series on how my family grew to be from how Ashlee and I met to the birth of my children. I had to take a couple days break due to taking a sudden road trip to Arkansas for a funeral. I was away from my computer, tired from the events/drive, and couldn’t concentrate on writing. For that, I am sorry. Please don’t hate me too much. I’ll buy you an icecream or something to make up for it. And the saga continues!! You’d think after the birth of my two oldest, that we’d be done right? Wrong. It turns out, either I’m really potent, she’s immune to birth control, or God wanted to have a laugh at our expense. We had Elijah in 2008 at 32 weeks, and Emma was born 2011 at 30 weeks. They were both born via C-Section, and kept in the NICU. I lump these two together because anyone who has ever met them automatically assumes they are twins. They do everything together. If I ever separate the two, they talk about each other during the whole parting. Elijah has developmental delays both...

Road Trip with a Scrambled Egg

I apologize for the interuption for your regularly scheduled reading. We will return after our brief excursion to the south. I’m tired. Not just a little tired. I’m very tired. I know it was minor, but I’m just not used to it. Okay. I’ll clue you in. A family emergency came up, and we had to load our entire family up for a 9 hour drive to Arkansas. We had 4 children, and a mother in law. She’s not just any mother in law either. I’ll give you a little back story. Ashlee’s mother used to be a career drug addict. Before I met her, she was addicted to all the major varieties. The woman has been in rehab more times than I have fingers. She has since changed her lifestyle having a small nudge from Ashlee. By that, I mean Ashlee told her to straighten up, or never see her grandkids again. Now she goes to church and has been clean from major drugs for 3 years, and minor drugs for 6 months.  Health is returning to her body and attending church has become a new past time for her. However, the “this is brain on drugs” commercial is...

Building a Family – There Were Complications

So what comes next? What more could I ask for? I have already met the love of my life. And  she brought forth my first born son. What more could I ask for? Insert foot in mouth here. One thing I’ve learned about parenting in this season of my life is that raising one baby is a piece of cake. My oldest was cute. He smiled, sang, and danced. We were very mobile with him without even needing a vehicle. All we needed was a baby carrier to strap to my chest, and off we went. We did the breastfeeding thing, and we kept him with all the time. For first time parents, we were rocking it. Gold Star for team awesome! We were living the dream until Ashlee had to ruin it by taking another pregnancy test. I tell you, those things are cursed. Somehow the pharmaceutical company has them rigged to magically implant a baby in your tummy. Somebody needs to get their people looking into this before someone else falls victim. Ashlee was carrying a baby girl inside her. Our family had to make room for one more. Through a bit of the last, and the entirety...

Clash! Shudder! Tink! Tump! – A Guest Blog

I asked a new found friend of mine if he would like to write a guest blog to give us a look into a piece of chaos that life offered him. I enjoyed the read, and the insight that he had to offer. As a parent, I relate. I’m sure you will too. Enjoy.   CRASH, SHATTER, TINK, TINK, TINK…. THUMP, THUMP, THUMP, AND THUMP. *Heavy breathing*. I turn to my wife, Emily, and grimace. I can see her eyebrows furrow at the curious clattering sounds coming from the kitchen. We are sitting in the living room, having a nice afternoon rest, while blissfully ignoring the chaos of my six children located in various places around the house. Okay, ignoring is perhaps a harsh description, taking a break is more accurate. We’ve just finished playing our forty-second consecutive game of Hungry, Hungry Hippos and I’ve asked my littlest son, who we affectionately call Bug, to go and get me a Bandaid from the first aid kit in the kitchen cupboard. I’ve developed a nice swollen blister on my finger from the little plastic Hippo’s handle, and it has now turned red and raw. The blister isn’t too bad; the Bandaid...

Being an Adult Who Holds Tight to His Sonic ScrewDriver is Tough

Life is a complete emotional roller coaster. Sometimes, I get jealous of how easy kids have life. They’re issues right now is a sibling got more popcicles than they got, or they are being required to let someone else take a turn on Netflix before they were able to finish binge watching an entire season of Power Rangers. Man, it’s hard being a kid. Times is tough. We’re breeding country artists and rappers right and left anymore. Adulthood is a whole other ballgame. I’m 31 years old at the time I’m writing this. I am a freshly minted middle age male. You go from teen and young adult with minimal cares, then suddenly every one expects you to grow up completely, and get your act together.  Where’s the instruction manual, yo? Is there a set time frame that I have to put down all my toys, and get a briefcase? (I do have tons of toys… ehrm… I mean collectibles. I also have a briefcase… somewhere… buried in the rest of the junk.) I’m a struggling nerd trying to find way through a Superbowl type world. You know how hard it is to survive when I’m the only one in...