Daddy's Log - Couple Of Love Birds

I was laying around with Ruth and looked up and noticed our engagement photo hanging on the wall. Taken in 2003. A photo of a 23 year old guy and a 22 year old lady up on the wall appearing to look down on Ruth.

More than 11 years ago. We had no idea what life had in store for us as we posed for that photo on the Ohio State Campus.

When I proposed to Crystal I knew I was choosing to marry a woman who, by choice, did not want kids. I remember praying through the decision carefully, wondering if having kids was a requirement for me. I always wanted kids. Lots of kids. But at 23, not knowing what plans God had in store, I chose to marry Crystal accepting that it may never happen.

The way we anticipated life going when we were 23 looked nothing like things actually happened. God didn't want us to have kids.  He knew we weren't ready yet.

During those 11 years much changed. We formed a family that was built with love and by choice to be a family.  Not always by birth, but ALWAYS by love.

I knew I loved Crystal in 2003. But I will admit that I didn't know we had enough love in us to build the family we have. I guess that is the thing, we didn't have enough love. God certainly had plenty for us to share.

I love you Crystal and I love the kids God has given to us, Falecia, Lanay, Dylan and Ruth.

Daddy's Log - Mom Reads To Ruth

Daddy's Log - Day 12 - My View

My view has changed. Sure, my life's outlook and purpose has changed... blah blah blah... but I'm talking about what I literally see. 

Just a couple minutes ago I looked down at my cell phone and I noticed that my battery life is still more than 70% full. My time which use to be full of browsing Facebook on my phone and surfing around in my free time on my phone has been replaced by this view:

Daddy holding Ruth

It all started in the hospital when my view of my wife looked like this:

Crystal surrounded by all the monitors and medical devices as we wait for Ruth's arrival.

My view of my wife has so significantly changed over the last 12 days and the months before during her pregnancy. My appreciation and respect for her has so significantly increased. This view of her is one of the reason why.  This is her around 3am feeding and caring for Ruth.... while I lay in bed.

Daddy's Log - Day 9.2 - Replenishing Depleted Diapers

On the clock. After ordering carry-out at the end of a long day I have 15 minutes to go to Target, acquire newborn diapers and pick up the food.

Traffic was sparse. I arrived at Target quickly walked to the pharmacy area and remembered that the diapers would be in the baby section.  No  big deal as I have time to spare. I walk past half an aisle of Huggies worried that Target didn't carry the Pampers we've been using and I found this:

A second full aisle of diapers. Two sides, hundreds of different options.

For a split second I panicked. However, I weeded through the half dozen types of Pampers to find our type. Swadders found.  Now to find the Newborn ones.  A FREAKING EMPTY SPOT ON THE SHELF!

I see of a larger quantity of newborn sized diapers.  On sale.  Buy two get a $5 gift card.  I pull out my smart phone and do a quick calculation. It is a pretty good price so I go to grab two boxes and there is ONLY FREAKING ONE! No deal for Drew.

Defeated and in a desperate need to hit the road I quickly grab the "Giant" bulk size of diapers below and head out.  I check out. Then as I walk to the door I look down to see something I shouldn't see for another month or so... a 1 on the side of the box. I bought the wrong size in a Target shelf switch-a-roo.

Panic sets in. 

Daddy's Log - Day 9 - First Day At Work

"You're short, your bellybutton sticks out too far, and you're a terrible burden on your poor mother."

Peter Venkman (Bill Murray) Ghostbusters II

Today was Ruth's first day at the office. It is time for her to start contributing to society. At 9 days old she is ALL OVER ME to stay on task. Quite the little motivator.

Daddy's View

Daddy's Log - Day 8 - Infant Offensive

Today the invading infant decided to go on the offensive. Her weapon was an exposed butt which projectile pooped across the bathroom, striking me on the leg.

There were minimal injuries, a flesh wound really. The tile floor and outfit for the day were not so lucky.  They have been sent to the infirmary in the laundry basket to be cleaned of what appeared to be chicken curry.

The substance may have contained gas as mommy appeared to be drugged and laughed hysterically. Toxicology report is pending.

Luckily the weapon was neutralized in a sink of water as she received her first bath.