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2556 Days Ago Today

abby-fur-hoodIt was seven years ago today that I wrote my first blog post on this website. It was a little personal ditty about dealing with my daughter being sick as a baby. My writing topics have varied greatly since then. I can say I haven’t blogged nearly as much as I would have liked in these past seven years. Across all the blogs I’ve written on since getting started here, I’ve created quite a bit of content on the web.

My daughter has grown-up a bit. My writing has matured as well, I hope.

What were you doing seven years ago in your life? Are you where you thought you’d be? Do you still love doing now what you were doing then? What do the next seven years look like for you?

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Abby’s Disney Poem

Abby and Snow White at Disney WorldHere's a poem that my daughter wrote while we were on our way to Disney World for our family vacation.

What would I say?

What would you say?

What would we say?

A magical world. A magical place.

Where happiness is born. Place of all places. Where dreams come true.

It's name...phenomenal!

People of all ages.

Those are just a few descriptions. More where those came from.

It's name...

Walt Disney World

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Great Evening

Whew! Parenthood is so much fun, it honestly is, but definitely comes with its own challenges. Last night had a late one with my 19 month old daughter. I’m guessing she got food poisoning, my wife thinks the flu. Either way, it was a wonderful evening of pink puke (her favorite drink is strawberry milk) and multiple diapers with significantly odorful poo.

I’m sure all of us adults have been told once in their lives that, “You won’t understand until you have kids of your own.” My, my, my how true is that? I’m reminded in various ways, when my children are sick or hurt is one, but in other situations I’m reminded as well. For example, I’m the biggest party-pooper when it comes to my son playing outside in the snow. I guess for multiple reasons:

  1. don’t trust our neighborhood
  2. don’t want him getting sick as mentioned above, and
  3. don’t feel like cleaning up the mess of him bringing in his wet boots and pants all over floor.

Loads of fun I am, aren’t I? Guess I need to never forget what it’s like to think like and be a kid. Relax, take a break and enjoy the days my kids want me around. Now let’s just pray my daughter doesn’t decide to hurl while she’s napping on our bed.