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July 31, 2003

Why is Mommy Crying?

One of the biggest parts of being a father, for me, is being a husband. And, a lot of being a husband is providing strength when my wife needs it.

Today is one of those times. A tragedy has occured in my wife's life. The exact nature of the tragedy and the names of the peeople that it occured to are not important to relate at the moment. At this point, all I can do is make sure that Misty understands that I am here for her and that I will do everything that I can to support her and be there to listen when she needs it.

On top of it all, Noah doesn't understand what is going on at all. He knows that mommy is upset and that she is crying. He is very young, though. and doesn't understand. Hell, I am old and I don't understand.

Why is Mommy crying? Becuase she needs to.

July 30, 2003

Sleep a Minute

I can now prove that being a slow riser is hereditary. Noah is as slow of a riser as me, if not worse.

This morning, I went in to wake him up. He is never in the greatest of moods when he wakes up, so I didn't expect a wonderful welcome. I called his name a couple of times and scratched his back a little. His response was to bury his head underneath the pillow and yell, "I want to sleep a minute!"

The he pulled the covers over his head and tried to hide from the world. One of those, if the world can't see me, it will forget that I exist.

It doesn't work... I have tried it.

July 29, 2003

Nutritious and Delicious

If you would ever watch Noah eat, you would think that he is one of the most undernourished children out there. He isn't really a picky eater, he just doesn't eat that much. At least at home. Our daycare provider says that he eats really well for her.

Take for instance last night... I got home late, which is going to be the norm for the next couple of months. Misty had already fed Noah and was waiting to eat supper with me. We were having something new, and we weren't sure how well Noah was going to eat it, so Misty made him maccaroni and cheese. I guess he ate that pretty well.

When I got home and sat down to eat, Noah decided that he was still hungry. He wanted a hamburger bun. Nothing on it. Just the bun. There was no arguing. He enjoyed his hamburger bun with a little salt and pepper and some Cheetos.

I guess it is the sides that make the meal.

July 28, 2003


Misty leaves to go to work in the morning before Noah and I head out. Sometimes even before we are completely up and dressed.

Usually when Misty leaves, he and I will stand at the top of the stairs and I will tell him to tell mommy good bye and tell her that he loves her. That has slowly morphed into a whole game of who can have the last word. Most of the time, it is Noah... Misty has to leave eventually and Noah will continue to yell down after her.

Now this ritual has turned into a new game. When Noah is getting ready to go to bed, I will whisper "I love Noah" in his ear. To that, he will usually turn and yell, at the top of his lungs, "I love Mommy!"

I guess you can't win them all.

July 23, 2003

What am I doing?

Since my first post on The Angry Fat Man started out with a similar topic, I figured I should continue the tradition and start this blog off the same way.

So, why and I doing this? The answer to that one is pretty easy. I don't always remember things. The good and the bad sometimes pass me by and I don't remember them. It is funny... Misty and I can have conversations about one thing or another that happened last week or last year and I can't remember them. I am hoping that this will help me.

To start with, I should probably introduce the cast of characters. My name is Matt Shepker. I am a late 20-something, happily married guy with one child. Fatherhood has come pretty easy for me. It was an adjustment, but I have really enjoyed it.

My wife's name is Misty and she is one of the most patient human beings on the planet. She deals really well with Noah and she puts up with all my idiosyncrasies. That in and of itself is enough to make a normally sane person want to pull out all their hair. She does it with grace and dignity that reminds me every day why I married her.

Last, but never least, is Noah. Noah is almost three years old and he amazes me every day. He is a great little kid. It surprises me every day that three years ago, he couldn't do anything on his own and today, he doesn't want anyone to do anything for him. I know that, over time, he is going to want me to do less and less for him, but I'll always be his dad.

Well, that is why I am doing it. I don't know where this is going to lead, but it will be a fun ride.