TRY YOUR LUCK: Planning the Perfect Baby Shower with Pampers!

Won’t lie—if I didn’t have Sarah making sure our wedding and baby registries were on point, our kids would be walking around naked and our dining room flatware wouldn’t be nearly as nice. Stereotypes be damned—I’m just not that good a planner, and you need to dot all the i’s and cross all the t’s whether you’re throwing the shower… or you’re the one in the spotlight!

As you can see, we didn’t get much in the way of diapers at our first baby shower.

Figuring out the gifts you’ll need at a shower’s a lot like planning your career path when you’re still in high school—you only know so much and you’ll just wish you did things differently years down the road. Let’s just take a look at Moms—when asked, 90% of Moms wished they’d included more diapers in their registry. 40% of Moms wished they’d asked for diapers of different sizes—babies grow, after all!

Just like with pretty much every parent in the history of the trade, these are but examples of things you learn as you go, and no matter how much your peers and parents tell you otherwise, there’re some things you’ll need to learn for yourself.

Buffalo Wild Wings | The Week That Was… January 3rd – 9th, 2016.

Here in early 2016, it’s a different kind of hustle than the one we saw closing 2015 out. In that last stretch, there was no end to the work on my plate, keeping me hustling at all hours to keep my blog on point. I had a list of things I wanted to get knocked out of the park before the year’s end, using every free moment I could find to hit my intense deadlines.

Now that it’s January, in some ways things are more relaxed — I mean, sure, any day now I’ll be racing to the hospital to welcome our second child into the world; and though I got a lot done in the weeks that just passed, there’s still plenty of unfinished business that’s followed me into 2016 — but I can hack away at my ideas gradually, taking my time to find the truth in my half-formed ramblings, not forcing square pegs into round holes and rush it all.

It’s giving me the time to build foundations, putting all the pieces in place so I can finish 2016 with a bang!

And this week was just another step towards that goal.

The most important meal of the day… for the second time in a day. #TeamNoShame

The Week That Was… October 18th – 24th, 2015.

This week that was made for one of the busiest I’ve had in ages, leading up to my brother taking the next step in his adult journey — getting married to his girlfriend of five years in a party that reminded me I’m not quite as young as I used to be.

So after managing three solid blog posts, I needed to shut down a while. Wanting his big day to go as smoothly as possible, I played my big brother role and stepped in to help where I could, but I wouldn’t realize it’d mean coordinating the limo driver and videographers; sourcing a new audio track for the ceremony’s soloist when the one provided proved sub-par; and fielding all manner of question on the fly as the guests sought to figure out the day. It meant writing a speech from his two brothers that outlined who he is, what he’s done, and what made the day as great as it was — a speech that got him the most emotional I think I’d ever seen him!

I’M NOT DEAD, I’M JUST A DAD — And Baby Makes Three

If you’d asked me a decade ago whether getting married and having a kid were anywhere on my life’s horizon, I’d have laughed in your face and called you crazy. Even over the 10 years that followed, parenthood was a topic that barely registered in my mind — I was too busy wining, dining and having a good time to even consider settling down, fully responsible for someone else’s well-being. There were blogs to write, people to see and things to do.

This was future Casey’s problem!

But the future never stays that way forever. For expecting fathers, until they hold their baby for the first time, a child is little more than a concept. Logically they know that the mother’s carrying a child for the better part of a year, but logic has nothing to do with this. All you know is that the clock’s ticking, and your freedom’s melting away with every passing day, inching closer to this vague territory called “the rest of your life”. You live each day as if it were your last, because you might never get another chance.