Adventures in Fatherhood #1 | It’s Never Just a Cold

I saw this poor horse as we were walking through our apartment complex. It perfectly describes our week: "Well... that's not what I meant to happen."

I saw this poor horse as we were walking through our apartment complex. It perfectly describes our week: “Well… that’s not what I meant to happen.”

It was bound to happen sooner or later: Miss E finally caught something fun. Hers and mine allergies seemed to be synced, so we’re familiar with the odd restless night and 4am dance party. But this time things were different: I felt fine, and she did not.

First off, let me say that this post is not a ploy for pity, but just a bit of a reflection on true love. I say true love because things became gross… and viscous. If you know me, you know that I while I can handle clutter, I don’t do gooey… or sticky… or bodily fluids.

So, yeah… it’s never just a cold. I’ll spare you the specifics.

But I’ll be the first one to admit that if babies weren’t so cute, I would be concerned for our survival as a species. Thankfully, they are cute. Because cuteness, like love, covers a multitude of sins… and stains. [Read more…]