77 to D-Day


First, I’d like to apologize for the random visuals happening around here at the moment.  I’m still working out the design and it’s likely to look mildly offensive on some days, and be a complete aesthetic assault on others.  Sorry about that.  I’ll settle on a layout soon enough.

So, let’s talk a little bit about what I’m “planning” here.   (I’ve put that in quotes because I’m horrible at the “P” word.)

I’m going to write.  A lot.  About being a man.  About being a husband.  About the days leading up to being a father.  About the day I actually become a father.  And about all the ridiculous things that will undoubtedly befall our little family once little Daphne arrives on her chosen “D-Day.”
Some of these will be generic parenting observations.  Some will be quite personal insights into my life and that of my family.  Some of them will be surly from sleep deprivation.  Some will be so saccharine that you’ll need to read them with a WaterPik handy.  Most will carry sardonic undercurrents because, well, I’m a sardonic riptide.

There will also be reviews of various baby products, foods, videos, contraptions, et. al that we’ve used. What you might not know about me is that I offer unsolicited and unbiased (sometimes scathing), opinions on just about anything, to anyone.  I’ve no doubt discussing these will follow in that vein.
I can also guarantee that something I find to be a waste of perfectly good plastic is your child’s favorite thing on Earth and you’ll wonder how one man could possibly be so wrong. That’s awesome. I totally want to know what you think.  It’s possible quite likely that I’m simply not using the item properly, and I am open to your suggestions.

But that brings me to my next point.

I’m told that parenting is a very personal thing. My attitudes are likely to be very different from yours. And that’s okay.  I’ve also been told, time and again, that “there is no one right way to do this.”  So I’m sharing that advice with you now.

There is no one right way to do this.

So please adhere to Wheaton’s Law, and we’ll all play nicely together along the way.  Savvy?




Hello There

The first post.  Always a trepidatious thing.  There are many questions.

Do you launch directly into your subject matter, Binkies blazing?  This would be the professional take, although not lacking in hubris.  “This blog is going to take the world by storm” you think, “why bother with little things like introductions.”

Or, in lieu of such arrogance, do you harp on the magical beginning of a thing?  Allude to all the chuckles-in-potentia of your newly birthed blog, and thank the folk who’ve stumbled upon your meandering prose.  Be sure to ask them to come back soon!

Much like what’s happening in my life currently, I don’t have the answers.  So I’m going with a bit of both.

If you hadn’t surmised from the clever URL, this is my “dad blog.” There are many like it, but this one is mine.  My daughter is due in less than 10 weeks, and I don’t know how to properly understand and/or deal with a thing unless I write about it.  (It’s a weakness.  And it’s not my only one.)

So welcome friends.  Welcome family.  Welcome complete and utter stranger.

To Bumble Dad.