I'm Kenny. At this moment I'm 35. I'm married to my beautiful wife Staci who's 33. We live with our dog Kalli (an American Dingo) and 2 cats; Random and Zoggs. We're expecting our first kid at the end of January 2010.
So that's what this blog is going to be about..having my first kid. Might not sound super exciting...but no one's asking you to read it.
But here's the deal...this won't be your normal 'everything is freaking amazing' kind of blog. Or a cliche 'I'm a macho guy who doesn't understand stuff about kids' kind of thing.
What this is going to (hopefully) be is a funny irreverant look at pending fatherhood...it will be chock full of what I'm thinking, how we're planning and such. It will also be a good reference for other expectant fathers on things not to say to your wife...I screwed up 3 times in the first week we knew we were expecting.
And I want it to be known that I'm super excited about being a father...but kids kind of freak me out. I want to be able to relate to them but I have no idea what to say to them...my wife has tried to tell me how to interact with them but all I can really do is stare at them and maybe tell them I like their shoes....I often lie about the shoes but kids seem to like talking about them.
My wife is awesome around kids...she's a Montesorri teacher...when we're in a crowded restaurant and you see that random little kid wandering around she's the one the kid goes right up to. She's like a kid magnet.
I once visited my wife at work and I was paralyzed by fear as some kids 2.5 to 6 years-old came up to me and introduced themselves...I didn't know what to say...then one was flapping a piece of bologna in my face asking me what I eat since I'm a vegetarian. I haven't been back to the scene of the crime since.
Also I speak my mind...I can be blunt, definitely sarcastic and super opinionated. That being said, all opinions are my own and my wife is the level-headed and nice one, so don't find her guilty by association...even is she shows up a couple times as a guest poster.
And last I'm an Art Director/Creative director...while I sometimes pretend to be a writer I am not. So this will by no means be any kind of literary wonder.
Thanks for reading
So that's what this blog is going to be about..having my first kid. Might not sound super exciting...but no one's asking you to read it.
But here's the deal...this won't be your normal 'everything is freaking amazing' kind of blog. Or a cliche 'I'm a macho guy who doesn't understand stuff about kids' kind of thing.
What this is going to (hopefully) be is a funny irreverant look at pending fatherhood...it will be chock full of what I'm thinking, how we're planning and such. It will also be a good reference for other expectant fathers on things not to say to your wife...I screwed up 3 times in the first week we knew we were expecting.
And I want it to be known that I'm super excited about being a father...but kids kind of freak me out. I want to be able to relate to them but I have no idea what to say to them...my wife has tried to tell me how to interact with them but all I can really do is stare at them and maybe tell them I like their shoes....I often lie about the shoes but kids seem to like talking about them.
My wife is awesome around kids...she's a Montesorri teacher...when we're in a crowded restaurant and you see that random little kid wandering around she's the one the kid goes right up to. She's like a kid magnet.
I once visited my wife at work and I was paralyzed by fear as some kids 2.5 to 6 years-old came up to me and introduced themselves...I didn't know what to say...then one was flapping a piece of bologna in my face asking me what I eat since I'm a vegetarian. I haven't been back to the scene of the crime since.
Also I speak my mind...I can be blunt, definitely sarcastic and super opinionated. That being said, all opinions are my own and my wife is the level-headed and nice one, so don't find her guilty by association...even is she shows up a couple times as a guest poster.
And last I'm an Art Director/Creative director...while I sometimes pretend to be a writer I am not. So this will by no means be any kind of literary wonder.
Thanks for reading