Out-Numbered

I have two daughters and one wife. That is why this blog is called Out-Numbered. Get it? I want to make something perfectly clear to all of the people, past, present or future that will inevitably ask my wife and I if we're going to try for a boy. NO FUCKING WAY! We are 100%, completely and utterly content with what we have. We consider ourselves blessed to have had two healthy, beautiful girls that fill our lives with love, laughter and hope. We also can't imagine having another child. These two healthy, beautiful girls that fill our lives with love, laughter and hope are also a colossal pain in the rump roast. We'd have to be out of our collective tree to even consider another child. Let alone a boy. When our first daughter was born, I hadn't even considered the fact that we might be having a girl. I didn't think it was possible. I'm not sure why my brain worked that way. I remember the day she was born, one of my friends said to me... "Dude, when you hav...

I have a really good relationship with my 7 year old daughter. We have a lot in common. We both love music, we like to be in the spotlight and we are both extremely stubborn. I love being with her. Even when she is being "difficult", I have a tendency to give her the benefit of the doubt. We make each other laugh. I see myself in her. She's an old soul in a tiny little body. She's also my first born. There's something to be said about your first born child. There's a special bond. One of my favorite things in the world is tucking her in at night. I lay in bed with her and we talk. We talk about anything and everything from The Jonas Brothers to my 5 O'clock Shadow. The words aren't what's important. It's the energy between us. Sometimes when she's sleeping, I look at her and think about how little she used to be. I look at her hands, her feet and how she's turning into a young lady. I'm so proud of her. I made that. I had something...