Adventures in Fatherhood
Not that I ever had a heart of stone before I had kids, but ever since Cragbaby came along I’ve noticed that I turn into a sappy ball of mush at the drop of a hat when it comes to reflective songs, movies, or conversations involving the love between parent and child. For the first 6 months post-partum I blamed it on wild hormones, but at 26 months I hardly have that excuse anymore. It may have something to do with that old adage that having a child means that you are forever destined to wear your heart on the…Read the rest of this entry →