She may not carry a wand, or go around turning talking mice into carriage drivers and pumpkins into carriages. But she did make sure I had a pair of fabulous shoes for the biggest event of my life – a pair of purple satin peep-toe pumps for my wedding day.
My little Adaline Sophia turned one month old last Friday. True to everyone’s word and predictions, the time has simply flown by on me.
The other day, one of my twin daughters was looking at a negative political mailer and asked me, “Daddy, why is he being so mean?”
If you are sick of the Ike Skelton vs. Vicki Hartzler ads, go ahead and raise your hand.
My favorite game of the year is only a few days away.
As I write this article on Friday afternoon. I am anxiously waiting the Chiefs against the Colts.
Off the record, I’m a fan of the first amendment.
Editor’s note - This week marks National Newspaper Week.
Watching my wife go through the pain of childbirth was tough for this guy to handle.
Off the record, I love to read.
- Letter to the Editor
Cartoon too biased
Dear Editor:
Dear Baby Beaudoin,
The other night I made dinner. For most couples, that doesn’t sound too out of the ordinary. For us it is. Now I’m not saying we do a complete role reversal. Matt still does all the yard work and home repair. He also happens to be the better cook.
I will be the first to admit that I had, and still have, a lot of questions about raising a newborn, being a father and just baby stuff in general.
I suppose there is some sort of universe balance thing going on here. Karma, chance, fate, destiny…whatever you want to call it.
