It’s no secret that I’ve been a huge proponent of getting dads to do more with their kids. When Isabella was born, I looked for resources that would connect me with dads who were willing to hang out with their kids and not be afraid to talk about things that mattered. I came across the
If you’re reading this, I gotta thank you– that means you’ve powered through the long delays in publishing any new content and still care enough to open the link to my post. I haven’t written in this blog as much as I wanted to, but the good news is that I’m hoping to change that.
My baby girl will be a year and a half this month. That means that come April 17th, our little one has been in our lives for 547 days. That may seem like a lot at a first glance, but it’s really not. That means that in the 10,429 days I have living on this
My daughter is Isabella Gutierrez Marcelino. My last name is Gutierrez– but that’s actually my daughter’s middle name. We gave her my wife’s last name– Marcelino. To make it clear, it’s not that I’m ashamed of mine. I’m proud to be a Gutierrez, the last name is always a reminder of my dad, my hero,
Originally written: 10/17/17 It’s hard to believe that exactly a year ago at this moment, we were told by the gynecologist that Stef had already starting dilating and Isabella had a good chance of coming in early. Stef was 37 weeks pregnant so it came to us as a surprise and we went home that
I’m terrible at household chores. I’m also the worst person when it comes to building furniture or running errands. I always save it for later, instead choosing to get entertained by a new work project or temporarily feeling productive by doing other less-important tasks that need to be done— like watering the garden. I mean,
Back when Stef was 12-week’s pregnant, I was a nervous wreck. Given Stef was a high-risk pregnancy, every day gained was an accomplishment. During this time, I was flying out for my job every Monday and leaving Stef at home for a full day and night. It was terrifying for me, and I would always
Every now and then, I get someone asking me when we’re going to pierce Isabella’s ears. I don’t know if it’s because I’m destined to me a bitter old man or something, but it really bothers me when people ask that. I try hard to cool myself down because I know it’s such an innocent
Parenting is hard. There’s no doubt about it. It’s just one aspect of many people’s lives but for being the tiny specs we humans are in the grandeur of the universe, the responsibility of parenting makes us feel much larger. All of a sudden life has more meaning, importance, significance—we’re responsible for another human being.
