“I wish you had a maid.” We don’t need a maid. “Then I wish you had a robot… but not a very strong one or it might take over.” — Phoebe I am proud of my daughter for expecting the robot apocalypse. At the same time, we stack laundry high in our house. It reminds me […]

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I tried to drown my little boy this morning. You might wonder who would leave a child alone with me, but Meg trusts me enough to go back to teaching preschool two days a week. So on Tuesday and Thursdays it is me and little man (I flipped off days and work from home during […]

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A pair of my pants would not button this morning. Through the holiday food gauntlet and new baby chaos, which eliminates time to exercise, I have gained a few pounds. Not to mention the pregnancy weight gain – which is real in men (she snacks, I snack – a gentleman does not want his wife to feel self-conscience). But the thought […]

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He gave me a stick to bite. Then raised the cleaver over his head. And just like that my childbearing years are over. OK, the vasectomy was nothing like this; instead, we chatted the whole time while he worked. Which is a little strange but a nice distraction. We discussed his church and mission trips to Mexico. Unlike a general […]

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Our little boy arrived yesterday and soon gave us a smile. My mom, seeing the picture, said the angels were whispering in his ear. Old wives tales – I assume it was just the reaction to his first bit of gas. This little one’s arrival has been a journey. We have seen more sonograms of him than our […]

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