My son Jacob is now 1 year and 3.5 months old. For those of you who prefer baby-speak, he’s 15 1/2 months – I decided I wasn’t going to speak that way, but I digress…

This all really started around 1989. I was little and LOVED the Wonder Years. I watched it every week, and like young Kevin Arnold, I too wanted to find my Winnie Cooper and have my happily ever after. Complete with two kids and the whole enchilada (I’m Canadian, so, I didn’t think “enchilada”, but again, back to the point). So, I embarked on my lifelong journey to find my fairy tale wife. Insert Awwwwww.

Then in 1993, an event happened that shaped who I would ultimately become – I found out that my father had an affair. I was 13. He was my idol at the time. Well, until I found out. Don’t feel bad – I got over it. I decided then and there, that I would NEVER cheat on my wife. Ever. The situation with daddy-dearest deteriorated pretty quickly. Here’s the Cliff’s Notes (or, if you’re Canadian, the Cole’s Notes): Turns out he’s a sociopathic narcissist, he emotionally and mentally terrorized my sister, mother and me, and wrote his own ticket out of our lives. (There’s a lot more to it, but I’m trying to drive towards a point, and that’s a detour I really don’t wanna take you on…) I decided that one day, I would be the best father my children could ever dream of. I was 16. I had no male role model. Then my mom met my future step-dad. Suddenly I had 3 sisters. And a great explanation for why I’m such a sensitive dude. (Don’t tell anyone, but I was sensitive before all of this…)

A hopeless romantic. My friends teased me constantly – every girl I dated was “The One” until she wasn’t. I left Canada and moved to LA. I was 23. I met a girl and fell in love (I thought) and got married (had the reception at Hooters. I’m not kidding) I was 24. Marriage was the worst thing in the world. Well, it is if you’re with the wrong person. I was. I got divorced. I was 28. I had been doing standup comedy for 3 years already, so all was not lost – at least I got some GREAT material. Something was lost though. It was my faith in relationships, along with my desire to have a family. Insert awwww. Don’t feel bad – I got over that very quickly. I met the love of my life 8 months after leaving one of the worst relationships I’ve ever endured/survived. Not including my father, of course, but I digress…

We got engaged 2 months after meeting. Hopeless romantic, remember? Don’t worry, my friends thought I was crazy too. We got married a year later. I was 30. Then we decided to have a baby. He was born a year after that. I turned 32 right after he was born, and my life forever changed for the better.

Remember when I said I was a comedian? Well, I’m also an on-camera host, actor and I also DJ and MC live events. I know, that’s a lot of things to be and do, but those many jobs  allow me the flexibility to be the best thing I’ve ever had to be: a DAD (apart from a husband to my amazing wife – she’s reading over my shoulder as I write this. Okay, she’s not. Hopeless romantic, remember?)

So, this is my blog. It’s all about the trials and tribulations and amazingness of being a part-time stay-at-home dad. From cooking and cleaning, to changing diapers and baby classes. To the park and beyond. I hope you’ll check back from time to time. He’s growing so fast! He said “Maybe be” the other day. Only he knows what that means. I hope he tells me one day. Until then, dada and diggah diggah diggah diggah will have to do.