It was three years ago today that the inspiration for The Rock Father entered our lives: Adalyn Monet is 3! It was also 13 years ago today that my wife and I were married. Yes, it's a day for dual celebration, as the little one arrived on our 10th Anniversary back in 2009. With the birthday falling during the week this year, we held our annual summer gathering together with Addie's 3rd Birthday Party this past Saturday, and today I'm sharing some photos with you here on the site. The theme for the party this year? Caillou.
Brian John Mitchell over at Silber Records has been a supporter of this site for quite awhile, so when it came time for his long-running QRD 'Zine (which started back in '94 in print) to do their annual issue featuring 'musician dads,' Brian asked me to take part. Released just prior to Father's Day (when we were off adding a new member to the family), QRD Issue #54 features the first interview that I've done since starting The Rock Father last year. It focuses on my past adventures as a musician, and where I'm at now - which often feels like a weird place. You can check it out right here.
After counting down the days and weeks here on The Rock Father, the newest member of the family has arrived - right on schedule. At 12:38pm yesterday, our second daughter, Finley Renoir was born. My wife did an awesome job, staying awake through the entire C-section, and Addie (not quite three) is thrilled to be a big sister. As a new life begins, so does an entirely new adventure - one that will be documented here on the site. Also, as of tomorrow (Father's Day), The Rock Father is officially one year old! Lots to celebrate. Pictures? Yes, I have some pictures. Just a few for now...
It's two days 'til new baby (scheduled for delivery on Friday) and the excitement is getting going. Today I made the 160-mile round-trip to pick up my Mom, and after returning home, she and the munchkin spent time playing while I hit a bunch of last-minute to-do items. The crowning achievement of the afternoon? Putting together the new Pack 'n Play. This isn't like the old one we sold on the garage sale last summer, it's more like someone said ''Pimp my Pack 'n Play.''
The past three days of been grueling, as we just got through a garage sale. For the first two days it was just me and the munchkin, attending a last-blast batch of ''buy me, please!'' items as we clean out in preparation for the arrival of daughter #2. As soul-sucking as it is to sit in the heat awaiting customers, I can't help but feel that this is what it must feel like to be a car or furniture salesperson - just waiting for the next catch to show up in your pond. What else did I ponder? The stupid things that people say at a garage sale.
If all goes as planned, by this time next week, I will have become a father for the second time. Thus far, everything is on-target for the scheduled delivery, which is set to take place next Friday morning. For right now, the new baby remains tucked safely in the womb, while we put final touches on things here and get ready to go ''back to zero,'' and start a new life once more - just as we did nearly three years ago when Addie was born. I should be excited, but this time it's different.