He is Chasing Planes Around Already

Judah has the aviation bug… already he has begun chasing planes around. I’ve been doing it for as long as I can remember. Specifically, it may have started when I was single digits sitting in my fathers office watching people fly RC airplanes in a field across the street. The obsession culminated during many summers at Space Camp not learning about poison ivy like most kids.
It’s a common question in the cockpit during a round of self loathing. “Are you going to encourage your kids to work for the airlines?”

Daddytips

I plan on being my son’s Don Draper

I also plan to splice in some retro commercials from Youtube into our viewing routine to manipulate his ‘wants’ and convince him hand me downs and toys from Ebay are the must have holiday gifts. One year he’s gonna go crazy for Furby’s while the next he won’t be able to live without Castle GreySkull.
You can by a 1985 Teddy Ruxpin (with 2 cassettes!) for 15 dollars on Ebay.

Familylife

How Indiana Jones Has Made Me a Better Father

When the baby falls asleep in my arms, I recreate this old scene in reverse as I do my best to place him in the crib and extract my arms without him rising. I learned from Indy… one swift movement. His eyes are closed and his body is limp in my arms and I get him as close to the mattress as I can. I yank my arms out from both sides so that he slides in without changing position. Often, it ends up like Dr. Peter Venkman’s attempt in Ghostbusters to pull the tablecloth out from under the dishes and we start over back in the rocking chair.

The giving tapestry

Early on in college I bought a tapestry to hang on the walls of my dorm room. Since then it has been many things to me. I’ve used it on the walls and the ceilings of many rooms and I’ve taken it in the woods camping when I was too young to care that it didn’t provide much warmth. I’ve taken it to wine tastings and concerts. Last year we took it to Bonnaroo and made fabric walls to hang along the sides of our canopy to keep the sun out. The other morning, while feeding Judah, I found a new use… one I doubt I would have ever considered when I bought it from the “Wooden Nickle” in Tampa in the early 90’s.

The Storks are nesting…

We are building the nest… tying up the loose ends. The ‘stork’ metaphor will end with the first reference to regurgitation. Maybe it will last long enough for him to take his first flight! For now though, we are building the nest.

Don’t you want your own baby? Adoption isn’t Plan B.

“Don’t you want your own baby?”
This is my favorite.
If you asked this, don’t be ashamed. I’m not “outing” you. It’s a common question. I hear it about as often as I hear, “Can’t you guys have your own?”
How about this one. “You’re so great to save that baby.”
We’re not saving anyone… we’re starting a family.