A new beginning

 Here goes: I'm finally buckling down to document this wild ride I've signed up for. The idea of starting a blog hit me back when we were waiting for our daughter Raven to arrive in the winter of 2021/2022. I messed around with the idea, put it off, and honestly, didn't get much done. This has been a familiar story of mine for about 30 years. I've wanted to journal and write with a lot of starting and a whole lot of nothing to show for it.

Wouldn't you know it, the universe has its own sense of humor, throwing another baby into the mix, due March 2024. Looks like I've got a second shot at this.

A lot has changed since I first thought about what life would be with Raven in it. I was freaking out, unsure about everything, and questioning whether I could hack it. Just yesterday, a friend caught wind we were expecting again and had that same look of disbelief—like, why would I go for round two (actually 4)? I get it. I've asked myself the same questions. When this next baby hits 18, I'll be pushing 77—that's old as fuck! But damn, Raven's been this incredible addition to my life, and somehow, I'm getting lucky twice.

I'm going to keep these posts short while I work on making this a habit.

So here's the deal: I'm a guy full of faults, painfully aware of them, and I'm trying my damnedest not to be. Stick around if you want to see how this goes. Thanks for hopping on this train with me.


I was old when my first baby was born. Now she has a mini-me and a whole lot of laundry to fold. Taken 11/12/23.


I'm an old dad with 2 kids in high school a baby girl racing towards her 2nd birthday, and a baby boy on the way. These are our (mis)adventures.

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