When my first child, my daughter, was in utero a few years ago, several members of my inner circle suggested I blog about the experience. After all, I like writing and they like reading what I write. Of course I should blog! What a grand idea! I’ll do it! The world needs to know about my feelings on parent-related stuff like poop color (black, then yellow, then green, then regular brown) and my wife’s lactation production (good, but not good enough to stockpile a year’s-worth of milk) and how it felt the first time I looked deeply into my daughter’s eyes (amazing, but I was curious as to why she looked so much like the yellow Angry Bird.)
A little over a year later, when I found out my wife was pregnant with our second child, a son, I was one of those guys sitting quietly at the back of the Dad 2.0 Summit. In fact, I was probably the only guy at the conference who didn’t actually have a blog. Remember me, guys? Of course you don’t. I was at the back of the room not talking and, certainly, not blogging. Reinvigorated by the news of a new baby and coming down with a fever at the conference where the only prescription is more blog posts, I vowed to start blogging during the second pregnancy.
Nearly seven full months after my son, who shall henceforth be known as “El Guapo,” was born and three full years after I first gave blogging a thought when my wife, who shall henceforth be known as “Wife” or “the Wife,” was pregnant with our daughter, who shall henceforth known as “Bean,” I’m finally putting fingers to keyboard.
As such, here is what I promise to you, dear reader:
- I’ll be honest, or at least as honest as I can afford to be. Which is pretty honest. Or is it?
- I’ll do my best to be funny when necessary, angry when necessary and sarcastic when necessary. Probably should count on more of the sarcastic and funny categories, though. You wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.
- I’ll try to post often so we can discuss current trends in parenting, like why you would name your kid “Jasyn” when “Jason” would have worked just fine, and how many guns it is acceptable for a toddler to own. (The answer is four, because a toddler with five guns is just silly. Get serious.)
- I’ll try to be interesting. No promises. Ideally, this will be the most boring post. Assuming you’ve made it this far, you’re either my mom — Hi, Mom! I’m on the Internet! — or Wife.
- I’ll try to stay on topic. Again, no promises, as Texas A&M football is primed for a run this year.
Please feel free to post comments, send me feedback via the Contact page, or talk about me behind my back to your friends and family. I’m happy to discuss pretty much anything you want.
And so it has come to this: A blog by a dad/husband you may or may not know that you’ll probably want to read over and over again. Nice to see you.