An incomplete list of things I love.

Suddenly this time warp known as parenthood pulled me in, and I was consumed by diapers, and feedings, and tiny clothes, and shrill cries at ungodly hours of the night.

There’s a bittersweet life cycle attached to these little clothes and well-loved toys.

When we are honest and vulnerable, and we talk about the triumphs and tragedies, we find connection. We also find ourselves.

In each ‘episode’ we’re exploring topics that are often swept under the rug or have a filter slapped on them. We’re having honest and real conversations about mental health, listening to what’s happening within our bodies, setting boundaries, and seeking connection.

Thank you to all of the amazing dads out there. You set the greatest examples for our little ones. Through your love and actions, they learn what it takes to be a gentleman, and to appreciate the meaning of family.

2020. The year of the toilet paper shortage, Tiger King, hoarding disinfecting products, fogged up glasses, cancelled vacations, Zoom, and oh yeah, the global pandemic. It’s been referred to as a shitstorm, and a dumpster fire, and for good reason.

It’s quiet. There are no sounds of bedtime preparations. There are no sleepy negotiations to skip teeth brushing, or to start in our bed. There are only dark rooms and empty beds.

As we continue to grow our home library, I’m on the hunt for books that help our littles understand big topics. Things like diversity, bullying, death, emotions, etc. Parents need all the tools we can get our hands on to help explain these big ideas.