Being a stay-at-home dad doesn’t mean I get invited into the Moms Club.
My son has a rare genetic syndrome. That doesn’t mean that I know how to talk about it.
Micah heads back to school, while Sarah and I learn how to tidy up
Refections & Ramblings: Volume Eighteen
Some reflections about trying not to live life on a binary theological island.
Everyday when Ezra is getting ready for his afternoon nap, Micah starts chanting,
“COOKIES! COOKIES! COOKIES!”
It’s part of the daily routine that when Ezra takes his nap, Micah gets a few cookies of some sort and gets to watch Netflix for a while. Nine times out of ten, Micah demands to watch “JEEOWGE!” (Translation: Curious George)
I can’t fall asleep, so I thought I’d write a quick post to get my brain to unwind a bit. I actually have a few posts stewing in the back of my mind, but I haven’t had the time to sit down and write them yet. I’ll find time here soon, hopefully.
[This is much more of a personal journal entry than a blog post. I am mostly writing this for me, but you are welcome to have a peek into my life in perhaps a more personal way than I typically share. Warning: It’s kind of long, winding, and I’m not sure if it even makes any sense.]