A Google Education
Google might be the single, greatest company-verb on the planet.* As a father with far too few answers, Google seems to be the supreme authority in all things question related, so it only makes sense that that’s where I go...
Baby Talk: The Absurdity of Conversing with an Infant
I came to a startling realization the other day: People say ridiculous things to their children. Especially when you realize some of those children can’t yet speak, therefore making any and all questions directed towards infants completely unnecessary and kind...
My Son, The Replacement Official
As Halloween approaches so doth cometh the small children and cute costumes. I thought about being a horrible parent and dressing up my 3 month old son to guilt people into giving him candy that he can’t yet eat. But...
You might be a New Dad if… Part 3
You might be a new dad if the following questions have entered your mind right around the date of discharge from the hospital:
A Child is Born
What a day! Long story short, Caseton Wade Taylor is resting comfortably and had no issues on his birth day. He came in at 4:24 PM CST weighing 8 lbs 9 oz and measured 20 3/4″ long. The wife is...
Ready or Not…
I finally sat down to write this on the eve of my son’s birth after trying to keep up with my wife. She’s as pregnant as she’ll ever be, but still feels the need to clean the entire house in...
You Might be a New Dad if… Part 2
Your idea of baby proofing includes the purchase of large quantities of bubble wrap and duct tape. Your eyes hurt from reading way too many instruction manuals. You’ve almost had your hand trapped in a Diaper Genie…almost.
You might be a New Dad if…
With just under 2 weeks before the baby arrives, I’ve often had thoughts run through my head that, I’m sure, only cross the mind of first-time fathers. I felt obligated to create a list and include some of them here....
Titles and Preparation
Blogger. Dog Lover. Amateur Painter. Slightly-Above-Average-When-The-Course-Matches-My-Crooked-Ball-Flight Golfer. But I’m just under one month away from the expected arrival of an additional title that will forever change everything about me except my past: “Father.”
My Son, The Loser
Not a loser in the derogatory sense that would breed shame and embarrassment in his parents like a glowing ember of humiliation fanned by the winds of failure. At least I hope not. We haven’t even met the kid yet.