Yesterday was my seventh Father’s Day as a father. It is only now that I think of myself (instead of my own Dad) when I hear the words “Father’s Day”. I don’t care much for cards or gifts, but my children bought a card anyway, a Star Wars-themed one. It was cute. I might or[…]
Marline and I at Ecola State Park, Oregon (Copyright © 2016 by Rebecca L. Fry.) I often hear: “I can’t imagine life without her” (or him). This is not true in my case. I can indeed imagine life without my wife. As a stay-at-home father of two, I often do imagine life without her. For[…]
Three days in one entry: end of swim lessons, Médecins Sans Frontières, 100°F days, RnB development
Four days in one entry: RnB were good for me the past four days, as M returned to work, but grew steadily more fussy in the evenings. RL skipped her nap a couple of days. For Father’s Day, M suggested I go out to eat alone, which surprised me, but it turned out to be[…]
Just as we reflect on what we’re thankful for on Thanksgiving, and reflect on green beer on St. Patrick’s day, Father’s Day is a great time to reflect on fatherhood.
In most respects, Rebecca is still fully a baby. She can’t talk, isn’t potty-trained, still nurses and drinks from a bottle. She takes two naps a day (usually), cries when she’s tired or hungry, and so on. But because I spend almost all my waking hours in her presence, I’ve begun to notice quite a[…]