As Isaiah rounds his 21st month of life, it's apparent we actually have to watch what we say and do. I am setting the example for my son, and the most valuable lessons in life are caught, not taught. I can instruct him to bite his tongue when an idiot driver is being an idiot, but if I do it and he sees me, my authority and witness are weakened. He'll do what I do; not what I say.
We are on vacation to Hilton Head island. Instead of Friday links, enjoy this family album!
My wife’s family releases a couple newsletters throughout the year. This is the latest one, and I thought I’d share.
In a stressful moment during a stressful day in a stressful season, when all I could think to do in the chaos was weep internally and text my wife to say "It's a really hard week," I confided in something stupid on my phone. It gave me a moment of needed repose.
Whether you're an introvert like me, an exhausted parent or just a busy person, time alone is essential for survival and important for mental health. As familial obligations evolve and house projects fill a growing list, recharging time gets benched from the priority list. We are left with the question, how does someone find a slice of time when loved ones and vital projects are eating it all up?
Even when my son, Isaiah, was only fifteen months old, if we asked him to grab The Pout-Pout Fish, he'd swim through the ocean of children's books and pull it out by its tail. The picture book is now anchored in our home as a household favorite as it towers over the rest of our library like the Titanic.
My mission on Dadding Depressed is to be a "match for men in the dark." Regardless of political views, I believe every man is susceptible to mental health issues, and no two stories are the same. I'm extremely grateful to Casey Cavalier for sharing this post with me. His political views do not necessarily reflect those…
Huge thanks to theDadWebsite for featuring this post of mine! Here are 12 Things I Learned In 12 Months Of Fatherhood.
Since the looming black balloon that has lingered over our heads like a cloud of anxiety for the first four months of my wife's second pregnancy rained pink confetti, I've wanted to write this post. But...I'm kind of speechless.
Win a million dollars if you guess it right! No...not really.