The Daddy Diary
Musings on Babies, Bulldogs, and Beer
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No Sigh of Relief
Life with a medically complex child is almost always more inconvenient than with a healthy child, but there is one exception – triage. Walking into the ER at Children’s Medical Center with Audrey is like walking into the hottest ultra-douchey nightclub on Opening Night… Continue Reading “No Sigh of Relief”
The Morning After
Moving sucks. The packing. The lifting. The ensuing lower back pain. The stress. The arguing. 71% of all couples file for divorce the week after completing a move. Okay, I made that stat up, but it feels true. Actually, that number seems too low… Continue Reading “The Morning After”
Moving Day
It’s moving day in the Hunt household. I’m finally making the inevitable trek to the suburbs. In all my previous moves, I looked for locations that were a short driving distance to my office and strategically located close to bars and restaurants. Now, I… Continue Reading “Moving Day”
The Short Bus
At 7:15 every morning, one of us grabs the backpack, and the other grabs the cutest three-year-old in the world. It goes without saying that the loser in this daily game gets the backpack. We carry our little child down the mildly sloping pavement… Continue Reading “The Short Bus”
Places in the Heart
As I sat with Ella at Braum’s last Friday, I looked around the room and realized that we weren’t the only ones there with a Braum’s story. I see the elderly man who comes in every Friday at 4:45. He sits at the same… Continue Reading “Places in the Heart”
Fridays at Braum’s
When I pick up Ella from school, I walk into her classroom, and I’m typically met with a triple shot of “Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” as she runs up to me to give me a hug. One Friday last year, I picked up Ella from… Continue Reading “Fridays at Braum’s”
While This Guitar Gently Weeps
When you have a child with disabilities, you live your life in two places, Wonderland and Sadland. Wonderland is where I live when I’m with Audrey and she just giggles and laughs all the time. Sadland is where I think about her disabilities and… Continue Reading “While This Guitar Gently Weeps”
If Memory Serves . . . or Not
Twice last week, Ella asked if I would bring a stuffy (stuffed animal for those who don’t have kids under 6) when I picked her up from school. Both times I said I would, and both times I forgot. I seem to strive daily… Continue Reading “If Memory Serves . . . or Not”
You Say You Want a Resolution
My last post got me thinking about New Year’s resolutions. There is something about turning the page on the calendar (for those who still have paper calendars) that makes me feel like I’m turning the page to a new chapter in my life. Every chapter… Continue Reading “You Say You Want a Resolution”
Being There
“Being there” might be the most generic phrase in the English language. I think it also might be the most important. When I was 12 years old, my family had season passes to White Water, the greatest water park in the history of mankind. … Continue Reading “Being There”
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