My First Post

My first post.  When I had Gigi one year ago I decided I would start this blog.  I am the only stay-at-home dad I know and I had a vision of y'all wanting to hear about every moment of the experience.  An experience, like the proverbial rabbit hole, that never seems to land you on exactly solid ground.  You find yourself teetering at all times, a little unsteady, a little nauseated from the fall and incredibly elated that it is all happening.  So, it has taken me a year.  Partially due to having my hands full with a little girl still unable to speak, walk or feed herself and partially because I wasn’t sure what you would want to hear about.  I had forgotten that you want (I hope) to hear what I want to tell you and so today I start.  My First Post.  An introduction to a life a little on edge and incredibly interesting in the details and small things that happen.  

So let me tell you about being a stay-at-home dad... it sorta sucks.  Gigi, amusing and darling, is my only sole reliable source of conversation and being that she only says five adorable phrases & words, Dad, Circle, Luce, What's that and MMMMMHHHHH, I'm a bit in need, of a bit more.  Last summer in the hay day of being a new father and recently retired I found endless things to occupy my time during the 20 hours Gigi slept.  There are jars of pickled peaches, plums and pickles on the shelf.  I reorganized my books and objet countless times (currently color coordinated), and ate my way through many farm inspired pasta dishes and stone fruit pies.  This last one was particularly fun as I gained a bunch of weight and had to resort to depression fueled anorexia to lose it; lose it I did, by the way and looking like a gay gent should.  So, I am bored.  A little frustrated.  Now, I must not let us overlook the good.  I wouldn't want you to invest your time in reading something that is sad and depressing.  Gigi has thrived!  She is walking and talking and pointing out things and swimming and playing and is incredibly happy.  I must also admit that I think she likes me.  

Well, where do we go from here?  I could start telling you about my plans to go back to work; pitching stories and finding on air placements for a new company, which can't live without fairly good publicity skills (I hope).  I could start telling you about my home, favorite recipes or the cute guy who stopped to chat with Gigi on the way home from the gym.  I could start right now.  I won't.  Let's let this marinate and I will do a second post.   

Thanks in advance for reading us... I promise not to waste your time.   

Gigi & Joe