Dad On His Feet

I'll be a new father in August. The clock already started.

The Long Awaited Breakfast
I felt guilty eating eggs with runny yolks in front of R while she was pregnant. For the first breakfast home, the wait was finally over.

Think this is my first swaddling success. Pajamas underneath helped.


Baby was born yesterday. Everything went smoothly. Hard to describe the feeling. We’re all just super happy and will be heading home soon.


We’re still waiting for that little baby to be born. It’s now three days past her due date and a strange mix of anticipation and frustration fills the space between sentences and sits heavy on the changing table. It could happen today, or tomorrow, or the day after, or the day after that.

Operating Instructions, Anne Lamott

Operating InstructionsA friend gave us this book as we’re expecting our first baby. Anne Lamott’s Operating Instructions was a joy to read. The memoir recounts her first year as a single mom, the highs and lows are described with honesty, humor, and heartache. While this book is about her and her son, Sam, it’s also about her friend, Pam, and how life doesn’t stop just because something good is happening to you.

I feel like this book works on three levels. It’s about being a new mother, but it’s also about faith and spiritually, as well as dealing with a friend’s cancer. God is central to Lamott’s life and that belief provides a place of strength and shelter.

The book is disarming and very funny. My wife and I read it aloud to each other over the past few months and it was wonderful to share. Thankfully, it’s not a parenting book. Instead, it’s a glimpse into parenting and the life of a single mom.

From Home Office to Baby Nursery

At the end of May, we began work on transforming R’s office into Baby X’s new nursery. The semester was finished and August 1st seemed so far away.

This was one of the few rooms we didn't paint when we bought the house. We knew it would eventually be the babies room and endured the green walls.

This was one of the few rooms we didn’t paint when we bought the house. We knew it would eventually be the baby’s room and endured the green walls.


Due date is August 1st. The baby’s room is all set up. Clothes and diapers are washed, rewashed, washed again. Now, the waiting has begun. It’s difficult to think of much else. How does one distract from the birth of their first child? How does one focus on the present, on the deep breathes between today and tomorrow?