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It hurts so good.

Well Hello there Blog Followers and other random Blog Finders – it’s been a minute!

Life has happened. Literally. My wife and I welcomed Dominic Christopher Signore to the world on October 9th 2013 @ 6:31am. The future world class athlete and all around good guy weighed in at 7 lbs 10 ounces. We are truly blessed. The little guy is quite the looker and already has the ladies swooning.
My wife had I have been super busy changing diapers, getting peed on, swaddling, doing laundry, cleaning dishes, making bottles and staying up all night…So my blogging time has been seriously cut into. Sorry…Dominic requires a lot of attention and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. But that’s ok! Cause he is cute and brings me joy deep down in my soul.
Anyways…. You know what I realized in the midst of my insomnia? Somethings stink… but while stinking can provide some completely surprising yet amazing feelings of joy that you never thought possible. Let me me explain…
Changing diapers stinks. Literally. I mean who wants to do that 10 times a day if they had the choice? I rather not have to deal with human waste ever if I didn’t have to…but guess what?! I have to…and that’s alright with me because Dominic needs me to. It stinks, I do it, and as crazy it might sound…I like it. Dude is 4 weeks old. I am his father…If I can do something (anything) that makes him a little more comfortable so that he can grow up and be a happy little baby person that I am happy to do it. Who knew!?
You know what else stinks? Not getting any sleep. I’m a sleeper…always have been. I need at least 8 hours to feel rested and function at a high level as a human being member of society. Welp, I haven’t had anything close to 8 hours since the little guy joined our family. I’ve been irritable…red eyed…over eating…and in a general haze for almost a month now. Stinks right? But…you guessed it…I’m happy to do what I need to do no mater what time it is. I’m exponentially happier working off 4 hours sleep with my little guy in this world than I was with 8-10 hours under my belt without him. You deal with it and you make sure your baby is taken care of. Doesn’t matter if it’s 4am…if he’s hungry…he’s going to eat. If he needs a fresh onesie and some socks…he’s going to get it. Being “tired” is so not an issue when you are taking care of a human being that is your flesh and blood. I never thought I’d say it…but sleep can be overrated. Would I love some uninterrupted zzzzzz right about now? Sure. But would I rather sit and rock with my guy and make funny faces at him while he stares at me for a few hours? Yup. That’s what caffeine is for.
It’s like “Chris – we get it, ok? Everyone says the same thing…”You never really know what it’s like to have a baby until you have one”.” YES…truer a statement has never been muttered – there really is no science to being prepared BUT I’m here to tell you, and other parents can attest, it’s much more than that. What it is, and what you can try to be prepared for, is the doing of things that straight up stink…and finding joy in said stinky things because you are doing it for your child. That’s something, right? When, where, how else can you ever imagine dealing with disgusting grossness while being totally sleep deprived and be 100%, unequivocally happy to do it all?
We have a lot more to do and learn (and I promise to not make this a Daddy blog btw) but I’m sure looking forward to what else parenthood brings our way. Even the stinky stuff.




We are having a…… (wait for it….)

So I have a story to tell.
Per my previous posts…the wife and I were all set for a big reveal with her family out in Iowa. We had the plan all set. The appointment was Wednesday and we flew out to Iowa on Friday with the rest of her immediate family. At dinner, before too much got out of control, we were to open a gift that was secretly wrapped by the local baby store, using the information from our secret envelope, to reveal a super awesome onesie and thus the sex of our child that is currently growing in my wife’s belly. The onesie was to be either blue or pink…pretty straight forward right? Well…yes, but not really.
You see…during our Wednesday appointment I saw something. At the time it was something I thought I shouldn’t see. After all the sonograms and 3D pictures the sonogram lady left some information visible that I wasn’t sure she should have…

I have, from the second we found out we were pregnant, always thought we were having a girl. So…when I saw SEX = FEMALE on the info sheet I was not surprised at all. YES!! Exactly what I thought and planned for. I wanted to jump for joy and give my wife a big celebratory kiss…But… Shit. I just peeked some info that she didn’t see. Need to keep this on the hush hush due our big reveal plan. “Ok Chris. No big deal. Keep your mouth shut for two days and don’t ruin the surprise!”

It wasn’t easy but we made it Iowa. The whole time I had, what I thought, was the super secret information about our future baby. I thought “should I just tell her?” Part of me felt bad. Like I was withholding information from my wife. But I kept thinking of the surprise and didn’t want to ruin it for her or her family who were super excited that we were going to share this moment with them.

My wife and mother-in-law headed to the mall to execute the last mission before we could deploy operation “reveal”. They stopped into the local mall and went to the baby store and informed the merchants of our plan. The merchants were thrilled to be involved and were more than happy to wrap up the appropriate onesie using the info from the envelope. My wife left with a box, wrapped in gender neutral colors (same one that is posted on my previous blog) and took it home. GATHER AROUND everyone it is time!

We gathered and I was so happy that the secret was about to be out. I just wanted everyone to know what I knew the entire time. It would be a load off my chest and…finally everyone would be in on this exciting information and we can share with the rest of our friends and family who have also been asking about the sex non-stop for the last few days. “Oh man, I’m so nervous!!!” My wife says…”Not me, I’m excited.” I say. OK…we start to open the gift wrapped box.

In my head “can’t wait to see the cute little pink outfit that they picked out for us and call my mom to tell her she is going to haver a sweet little grand daughter to play with in 4 months”. Gift gets unwrapped and………………BLUE onesie is pulled out!!!! Yes, WE HAVE BLUE, PEOPLE.

I was completely SHOCKED. I was 110% sure we were having a girl. I didn’t believe the blue onesie that my eyes were staring at. No way…Could the women at the store have messed this up? I grabbed for the envelop from the sonogram person…PINK paper. “They must of messed it up”…I opened the pink paper and it clearly says “CONGRATS you are having a BOY”. Those little tricksters. It was right and the ladies didn’t mess anything up and turns out the information that I had peeked at was patient information and not specific to the baby (duh! Chris.) The onesie was legit and the correct color. We are having a BOY. My mind exploded.

To add yet another wrinkle, to this already complex tale, my wife thought she was keeping a secret from me! She was almost positive that she saw a little something in one of the sonogram pictures that they gave us. I choose to ignore, what now looks clear as day, the male unit that my son has and seemed to be showing off in this one particular picture. So while I was 1000% sure it was a girl…my wife was about 90% it was a boy thanks to this picture. What a wild sequence of events all leading up to us finding out we are going to have a little homie instead of a little chica.

Hasn’t sunk in yet and we have no real good boys names. But…I’m extremely siked! Can’t wait to raise a little man. Is it too early to buy sporting goods? No, never too early for sporting goods.




It’s sex day!


That’s right folks it’s SEX day. Today my wife and I have our 20 week sonogram and we will be finding out if we will be having an awesome little boy or a sweet little girl.

So…while today is the day of the sonogram we actually won’t be finding out what we are having until this weekend. You see – we are creating a special moment by waiting to find out the sex (via a secret envelope) until this weekend because we will be out in Iowa with my wife’s family and thought it would be fun to find out together. Cool huh? I think it’ll be AWESOME…but what won’t be awesome is the three days I have to stare at the envelope knowing that there is some special information in there for me and that I can’t (or shouldn’t) open that.

Anticipation can be exciting yet painful. It’s like Christmas…do you sneak down and rip a little wrapping paper to get a peek of the goods?? Or do you stay in bed and count the hours until you can tear into those things?

PS- the sonogram pic here is NOT my baby! I grabbed it from google images. Just thought I’d let you know and give credit to whoever baby that actually is. Nice sonogram person.