Bottle Shock

Some of you might remember a while back when I wrote a glowing post about my first experience feeding Nola. How she didn’t like the Nuk bottle, but once I gave her the Dr. Brown’s variety, she latched on and did her thing like a pro. I think I described it as one of the [...]

Gala-ntly We Go Into the Night

Last night we attended the 35th Anniversary Gala for Rape Victim Advocates, the Chicago-based non-profit organization for which Constance serves as the president of the board of directors. The work they do is remarkable, providing non-stop support that helps victims become survivors.
Sexual assault is by no means a comfortable topic for most people, but with [...]

Back At It

It’s hard to be a good dad with a bad back. I’m afraid to pick up Nola, let alone carry her around the condo, because my pinched nerve continues to pump seizures across my lower back. Constantly.
My doctor says the offending nerve is in my hip and it is pinched so bad that I’m [...]

A New Woman

Constance couldn’t spend another day trapped beneath her suffocating long hair. Ninety-degree temperatures haven’t helped matters any. Neither has Nola’s increasingly good grip on all things tactile. Yesterday over lunch, I walked with my ladies to the salon around the corner from where I work. Nola and I rocked it solo, sipping Starbucks and singing [...]

Back Attack

My 6-mile Father’s Day run seemingly ended per usual - with a cornucopia of endorphin-fueled bliss that was so hard to contain I danced a little during my cool down. I was sweaty, invigorated and thirsting for a grape Propel. Keeping my hips in shape is of utmost importance to me, so I willingly looked [...]

What a Difference a Father’s Day Makes

When my eyes opened, the sun shooting darts through the holes in our shutters, I rolled onto my right side and draped my arm over Constance’s chest.
“Happy Father’s Day,” she moaned, still half asleep. I lifted my head off the pillow until my sight line cleared the back of Constance’s curly brown head, and [...]

Time Warp

It’s not as if I’m avoiding my writing. It’s just that I haven’t been able to come up for air long enough to even think about stringing together a sentence. My whole week has been consumed by a video project I put together for my company, as well as hammering out the final details of [...]

Picture Monday

No time to write today, but there’s always time for me to bring the cute.

Constance Cries

My office is within spitting distance of home. So close that I get to prepare lunch in the confines of my kitchen every single day. Today was hard boiled eggs on homemade gluten-free toast and a peach/apple/banana fruit smoothie, which is neither here nor there, but was indeed delicious.
Since Nola and Constance have been home, [...]

Pumped Up

I do not lactate.
For the most part this has served me well in life and overall I am thankful that my body’s biology has adhered to plan. Nobody wants to be the freaky lactating boy in high school and frankly, I had enough crosses to bear without carrying the burden of breast milk.
Now, though, with [...]