Dad's First Lecture

 Can we all agree that raising a child doesn't come with an instruction manual? Ok, I know that there are instruction guides out there written by professional child psychologists, or whatever, but really folks! Do those instruction guides really help with your specific child?  Of course not!  If we're really being honest here, most of the time we kind of "wing it."  One of the things I remember that amazed me about my dad is his ability to give a long, drawn out lecture.  My dad could go on talking for hours.  That statement is not an exaggeration! My brothers and sisters and I timed him on more than one occasion.  If I remember correctly, my dad's personal best was a staggering two hour discourse.  Can anyone reading this blog even fathom just how log two hours is, especially to a ten year old?  Fast forward about sixteen years and I found myself a father of a two-year-old little girl who didn't want to go to bed and stay there.  I could see by the look on my

I Can't Make Boys!

When my wife and I found out we were going to be first-time parents, I couldn't express in words just how excited and blessed I felt.  When the baby was born I couldn't put into words how excited I was to find out that I was the father of a little girl.   Several years later we found out we were expecting again.  (Actually, this was a story in itself.  I'll share it with you later.) We decided to do what we had done with the first pregnancy and be surprised on the delivery date.  I cannot say I was all that surprised to find out that we now had two beautiful girls in our growing family.  Fast-forward several more years to when my wife and I decided to find out the gender of our third-born.  This baby was a modest one.  The sonogram technician couldn't determine the gender because the baby kept their legs closed and turned to the side.  We would find out that we had, (drum roll) girl number three.   Just two years later we found ourselves in the OBGYN's office once a