Having a daughter is such a joy. There is a particular delight in doing all the "girly" things that one can do with a daughter.
CattyDaddy takes you on the adventures of two gay dads and their daughter. Check out his column for vignettes about their experiences as a two-dad family. Joe, Greg, their daughter Elly and dog Betty live in Cambridge, MA. Joe AKA CattyDaddy is a stay-at-home dad and Greg is a physician. Elly is a busy, curious toddler and Betty spends her days keeping up with her human baby sister. You can also follow CattyDaddy’s broader musings on life at www.cattydaddy.com.
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Yesterday I was holding a brand-new, wailing baby girl swaddled in her hospital issued striped blanket. Or at least it felt like yesterday. But really, it was three and a half years ago.
There’s an expression that I suspect you have heard before - "It takes a village to raise a child." While I was familiar with it before Elly, now that I’m a parent, the sentiment behind those words really resonates with me.
Milestones mark life for us. Whether joyous or sad, these markers imprint our lives in a permanent way.
While Elly is well aware that Betty is a dog, at some level she still thinks of her as a human.
This Sunday, I walked out of church in the middle of mass and felt much better for it. I owe a debt of gratitude to the priest for empowering me to do what I should have done years ago - leave a place where my wallet is more welcome than I am.
If whine was intoxicating, there would be some mornings that I’d be loaded by 9AM.
I keep muttering, "I don’t care if the alphabet magnets are missing the letters K, S and T." But the reality is, I really do. Not being able to find things drives me bonkers. So, I search.
Seeing the world through a child’s lens can be fun, endearing, surprising or all of the above. I recently had three lovely and memorable conversations during a trip to Italy.
Two year olds have a keen ability to keep you on your toes and at wit’s end simultaneously. As little Miss Independence continues to assert herself, I waffle between wondering if I’m raising a two year old or a miniaturized, rambunctious teen.
Being home full time with a child and possessing a bizarre sense of humor as I do, one tends to rely on fun things to amuse oneself. One example for me has been naming Elly’s dolls.