Officially a Stay-At-Home Dad.


Yesterday was my first official full day as a stay-at-home dad. We went to the market, where Charlotte got upset in line and needed a snack. We played. We fought over meals because she’s in a week of not wanting to eat. We went to the park with our friends, getting large coffees en route. She napped while I cooked and did housework. We played.

I fell asleep on the couch after dinner.

It was a good day. But she just switched from talking to spirits (seriously) in her crib to yelling; so I’m off.

Old October walk.


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Last time the weather changed, I was embracing darker images. That was a very very hot day in October, at Robert E. Lee Park, just north of Baltimore City. I was excited about bunking down for the eventual fall and the winter. I was livid that it was so hot, especially since we were to take a daytrip to Washington a day or two later.

Now, I’m happy when the forecast is warm. I am thirsting for some color, some sun, sandaled feet. I am bummed at this weekend’s forecast, which means movies and reading and cooking. But no fun outside awesomeness, especially since I woke up with a tickle in my throat today.

Poor me.

It’s been cloudy and crappy so many days this spring that I would enjoy a nice, sunny, hot day today.

Remind me, in two months, that I said all this.

Photo Friday: Fragile.