Life with Dudes Never Looked So Pretty
In our family, I am the primary caregiver of our children. I am home with them in the summer and I am in charge of most of their day to day care on a day to day basis. Which is code for all of the things are done by me, generally. In my roll as doer of all things, I have a life system that
Infrequently I talk about DudeDad on this blog. But, from time to time, it’s important that I remind you, and myself, that he has been my partner in this baby raising adventure from the beginning… I recall one of our firsts night home with our #1 Dude. DudeDad wanted to help. Night duty. Give me some much needed rest. Or, at least get up and
Yesterday we took Dumb Dad to a lunch he hated, bought him a drill he can’t use, and lost the cards we purchased before we even had a chance to give them to him (I put them someplace “safe” and they will remain there safely until I remember where the heck that is). The dog is ill. We have to pay $600 in the morning
I’ve always thought of Dumb Dad as the lucky one in this parenting collabo we’ve got going on here. Sure I got the natural good mom instincts, the uncanny ability to pretty much always be right, and the majority of the good looks. But him? He gets to use his ability to kick the face off a soccer ball, his insane hand-eye coordination when it
