We still have kids! Picture below are proof. I still don't have nearly the time or energy that I would like. The lack up posts here is proof of that.
It's amazing how little time and energy Rachel and I have left at the end of the day. Watching the kids, it feels like playing a chess match against Gary Kasparov while simultaneously running mile 18 of a marathon--I'm both physically exhausted from lack of sleep and the exertion needed to keep up with a ball of 2.5 year old energy and a now-fully-mobile 9 month old and I feel outwitted as I constantly try and figure out what the best parenting decision is to ensure that my children grow up well-balanced members of society, respectful individuals and faithful Christians.
Also, I love to cook. What I don't enjoy doing is spending 38.5 hours a day figuring out what I can eat and what I can't. Due to a seemingly constant evolution of my diet and a steadily-shrinking list of foods that don't make my body react in bad ways, cooking meals takes a lot of work and planning. The pasta and tuna fish that Rachel and I ate rather consistently during our first year of marriage, meals that required little planning or preparation, are distant history, replaced by turkey burgers with sweet potato pancakes as buns and sides of roasted carrots and parsnips. Tasty, but complicated. And parsnips aren't exactly something I have sitting around.
In the midst of all of it, it's wonderful. I love it. I love having a family, being a dad and husband. It feels worthwhile. It's usually fun. I love waking the kids up in the morning and getting to be silly. I love to laugh and play and read books. I dislike the screaming and constant noise, but it's worth it. I don't know what God has in store for us, but I give thanks for the precious moments and the gift of every day.
It's amazing how little time and energy Rachel and I have left at the end of the day. Watching the kids, it feels like playing a chess match against Gary Kasparov while simultaneously running mile 18 of a marathon--I'm both physically exhausted from lack of sleep and the exertion needed to keep up with a ball of 2.5 year old energy and a now-fully-mobile 9 month old and I feel outwitted as I constantly try and figure out what the best parenting decision is to ensure that my children grow up well-balanced members of society, respectful individuals and faithful Christians.
Also, I love to cook. What I don't enjoy doing is spending 38.5 hours a day figuring out what I can eat and what I can't. Due to a seemingly constant evolution of my diet and a steadily-shrinking list of foods that don't make my body react in bad ways, cooking meals takes a lot of work and planning. The pasta and tuna fish that Rachel and I ate rather consistently during our first year of marriage, meals that required little planning or preparation, are distant history, replaced by turkey burgers with sweet potato pancakes as buns and sides of roasted carrots and parsnips. Tasty, but complicated. And parsnips aren't exactly something I have sitting around.
In the midst of all of it, it's wonderful. I love it. I love having a family, being a dad and husband. It feels worthwhile. It's usually fun. I love waking the kids up in the morning and getting to be silly. I love to laugh and play and read books. I dislike the screaming and constant noise, but it's worth it. I don't know what God has in store for us, but I give thanks for the precious moments and the gift of every day.