Having a daughter is such a joy. There is a particular delight in doing all the "girly" things that one can do with a daughter.
CattyDaddy takes you on the adventures of two gay dads and their daughter. Check out his column for vignettes about their experiences as a two-dad family. Joe, Greg, their daughter Elly and dog Betty live in Cambridge, MA. Joe AKA CattyDaddy is a stay-at-home dad and Greg is a physician. Elly is a busy, curious toddler and Betty spends her days keeping up with her human baby sister. You can also follow CattyDaddy’s broader musings on life at www.cattydaddy.com.
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As we kick off Pride Week here in Boston, I am reminded of how being a gay dad is the ultimate coming out.
If someone asked me to describe a two-year old in three words, I would say: Independent. Determined. Fun.
As we awaited Elly’s arrival, friends and family speculated on how parenthood would affect our travel bug. To be honest, we too wondered a bit ourselves. And now, as Elly approaches her second birthday, she has logged over 125,000 miles!
Since I’ve been home with Elly, I’ve picked up a canine trick that has always impressed me. I am keenly attuned to the purring of Greg’s car coming down our street. It’s one of those sounds that indicates something good is about to happen.
Waking up at 7AM in this frozen tundra and having to entertain a toddler for thirteen hours or so, mainly indoors, without the aid of Mimosas is not easy. But, on the bright side, at least I don’t bear the burden alone all day. I have Betty.
I’ve faced the fact. I’m a self-proclaimed laundry over-sorter. I segregate laundry more than some Republican neighborhood school districts. And while I do treasure our precious planet’s resources, I also like nice things. And I like to keep them nice.
Trading "douche bag" for "dish rag" is no small feat.
It feels like we woke up one morning and Elly was no longer a little baby.
Thanksgiving is extra special for us because it was the time of year we were chosen by Elly’s birthmother to be her prospective parents.
Many people have an innate fear of looking old before their time. For gay men, looking aged is a fate worse than death. As someone who became a dad at nearly forty-one, I often worry about looking old for Elly.