spent time with a relatively

new friend.

a widow with far

too much in common.

the number 25 shows

up so often for both of us that

i’ve suggested we both

stop using quarters.

My family began battling cancer in 2003 when my mother-in-law was diagnosed with colon cancer. Five years later my wife, who was pregnant with our third child, was diagnosed with stage three breast cancer. Despite a valiant fight, cancer claimed the life of mother-in-law on April 18th and of my wife on July 23rd. I am now raising three girls all under the age of ten. It's a constant battle between my feelings of misery about the devastating losses in my life, and the gratitude I feel for the gift of three amazing daughters who need me now more than ever. This is my challenge, and these are my thoughts.

well, i’ve been talking to my best bud chrissy over at the storked! blog and we’ve spent a lot of time discussing the differences between single moms and single dads, and of course, dating. she wrote a little something interesting over on her page, with a quote from me that many will find controversial…

so…she asked for a quote, 

spent the evening talking

to someone in the same predicament.

sometime during the call

i felt this incredible guilt,

it was time to 

go to take my perfect 

child to the doctor.

that perfect child

started screaming as soon

as i put her carseat

into the base.

fucking 25th
i thought we were
going to skip this day?
here it is, 25th #3,
#3 of a billion yet
to come.
not awesome.

we headed to the pasadena
to have 
dinner with chandra and derek,
who were in town
from the bay area.
decided on a sushi restaurant.
it’s an extremely loud place,
but madeline was comfortable,
quietly surveying the room.
i think she remembered the place.

after lunch with liz's friends
stopped at the dry cleaners.
the lady behind the counter
asked for the name.
“logelin”

she said,
“oh! did she have the baby?”
fuck.
how did she remember
liz?

i decided to
tackle a package i got
from someone liz was very
close to during the young part of her
life in the mn.
it actually arrived on saturday.
i knew it was going to be a tough one
so i waited.

happy 10-week birthday.

monday was the day

that my perfect baby

transformed into

little miss fuss.

she cried almost the

entire day.