Introductions are in order

Greetings world! Or, rather, hi Mom. Hi April.

Much like the title suggests, this blog is composed by an extremely bored stay-at-home Dad who finally ran out of ways to pass the time. For the record, my name is David Ward and I live in Eagle, Idaho, with my lovely wife, April, and three-year-old son Michael. April spends her days as an important manager at an Audiology Clinic. I, on the other hand, roam the not-so-vast halls of Casa Ward changing diapers and scooping dog food. Living the dream, baby!!

Michael is an incredible kid (bias alert!) who currently spends his days playing hockey. Lots of hockey! His passion for the puck is unsurpassed. What started as a fun pastime with a pair of plastic hockey sticks has morphed into a 24-hour passion. He spends each day wearing his favorite over-sized Colorado Avalanche jersey (or Detroit Red Wings, depending on his mood) and a red Elmo bicycle helmet (Santa has not arrived yet with a real hockey helmet, but my sources tell me one is definitely on the way!). He waltzes through the house hoisting his official purple Easton hockey stick that Mommy taped up just like the real pros, blasting rubber pucks with gusto.

One quickly learns to ignore the sensation of small objects bouncing off them in our house.

Upon reading this, one may ask just how I came upon this glorious existence. Well, I'm glad you asked! I spent my college days convinced I was going to set the world on fire as a sports writer. I held the illustrious position of Sports Editor for the student newspaper at Idaho State University. Following that came a stint as a beat reporter for the Bengal football team at the Idaho State Journal in Pocatello. I ended up working for several different newspapers in both Idaho and Arizona, covering everything from NFL football to rec league basketball. It took me less than five years to discover that the life of a sports reporter is not a life at all ... if you want to have a family.

The combination of horrible pay, horrible hours and horrible everything else left me burned out and depressed. I "flamed out" as it were, and ended up staying home with Michael after he was born. April made triple my salary and was actually happy, so we defied traditional sexist roles and there you go.

Aren't you glad you asked? Well, it's three years later and Michael is about ready for preschool. He's had some delays with his development (not my fault, despite what you might think), but we feel he'll soon be ready to join the ranks of finger painters and snack eaters. This leaves me with a "WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO!" conundrum. I guess I'll keep ya posted.

For now, I plan to ramble on in this blog. I don't expect it to have any rhyme or reason. It probably won't make sense at times, but it's my blog and so there!

Until next time, be good kiddies!

- Dave