One Kid At A Time.
People always ask my wife and I if we're planning on "going for" kid #3. Or my personal favorite... "now that you guys have two girls, aren't you going to try for a boy?" I say, “Bite me!” The thought of it makes my tiny little brain ache. I love my daughters even more than hockey but two is certainly more than enough for me. I appreciate the thought. It’s actually sweet for a second, in a Brady Bunch sort of way but I just can’t get past the plain fact that my TWO kids sometimes drive me crazy. The big realization I've been dealing with lately is the simple fact that I enjoy my kids much more when I'm with either of them one on one. I'm not totally positive why this is or what it means in the big scheme of things but I do know that for the most part it's true. I do admit that I feel badly saying this out loud or in this particular case, to the blogesphere. Dad's are supposed to cherish family time. Things like picnics, BBQ's in the ...