How I became a dad blogger in Salt Lake City...I was born on a cold day in June in Minnesota. Then I moved to Utah, grew up, married a fantastic woman who was, and remains, completely out of my league, and had a couple kids, Duchess and Captain. My life before my kids took place in a hazy, money-filled dream land where people stay up past 10 P.M. and eat at restaurants that don't have kids' menus. Sometimes I miss it - but not too often.
Now I delight in figuring out the messier parts of being a dad. When I told someone the name of my blog the other day, they asked if it was an "advice blog." I hadn't thought of it that way before. I don't have any advice.
I used to ask my dad everything. If there was a question that no one knew the answer to, I'd go to my dad. He always had an answer. It probably wasn't always the right answer, but he sure as hell had one.
To me, that's the perfect metaphor for my fatherhood experience. It doesn't matter if I have the answer of not, the question is getting asked.
And so I blog. And ask. And converse. And start sentences with "and." It's been a fun ride so far, and I look forward to continuing it.
Thanks for reading,
A note on names: My kids are not actually named Duchess and Captain. Those are fake internet names. They would also be lovely cat names. I'm under no delusion of privacy. I know that if someone tried hard enough they could find my kids' names. The reason for the pseudonyms is to give my kids control over their names. If you Google "John Kinnear" you find my blog. If you Google my kids' names you find nothing. Will it be that way forever? I don't know. But for now, I am hopeful that Captain will be able to Google his real name someday and not see a blog post where I asked the internet about whether or not I should circumcise him. ::fingers crossed::