Category Archives: The Life and Times of a Navy Husband

Attention Military Husbands and Home Brewers

I’m looking for home brewers (who are also military husbands or boyfriends) to interview for a piece in Military Spouse magazine. If I can get in touch with enough guys, I’d have enough material to do a feature on the topic, photo spread and all. I know a good number of military husbands are into

It Wasn’t Fate After All

In my last post I wrote that I was considering applying for and potentially leasing an apartment in a building I’d never visited. I was so lovestruck by the idea of living in the Ghent neighborhood in Norfolk and by the idea of a nice new shiny building, that I was very close to throwing

Am I Crazy?

I am considering making a deposit on an apartment I’ve never seen the inside of. Is that completely loony? Earlier this year, I had occasion to swing through Norfolk when Sean and I visited Danielle in Dahlgren. OK, since Norfolk is quite a bit south of Dahlgren, maybe “swing through” isn’t quite the right phrase.

Lessons Learned – Moving Sale Edition

We had our first ever moving sale over Labor Day weekend, and we learned a few things. First, no matter what time you say your sale will start in your advertisements, people will show up one hour early. These are the hardcore. So you better wake up on time and get that coffee brewing. Second,

Raising a Future ‘Black Shoe’

(In the Navy, a “black shoe” is a member of the surface navy. A “brown shoe” is an aviator. There is some tension between them.)

Summer Must Be Over

Yesterday, I had a beer-related epiphany: summer must be over. First, I was bringing a six-pack upstairs for the weekend, and I looked at my remaining bottles of Bell’s Oberon and thought, ‘I need to finish those up. It’s starting to feel like fall outside.’ Then, I picked Danielle up after work. She had gone

New Columns at Milspouse.com

The folks over at Military Spouse magazine have been publishing more of my stuff on the website, for those of you few readers who might be interested. One of my recent columns—on home schooling, which I don’t do but have thought about for when Sean is a bit older—ruffled one reader’s feathers, I’m proud to

Sarcastic Dad

Sean and I have been traveling this week and visiting Danielle, and the confines of a hotel room (actually a room in the bachelor officers’ quarters where Danielle is staying for her training this summer) have acted like a pressure cooker. I’m so much more aware of the bad habits he and I are developing.

Getting “Toddled”

It’s like getting addled, caused by spending too much time with a toddler. I have a new post up at milspouse.com/blog: “Adult Conversation.” The other day I was explaining to my wife Danielle on the phone that Sean (our 17-month-old) and I had discovered two new monsters in our presence. One was the Washcloth Monster,

Bachelor Pad

Not that I was ever really worried, but I’m happy to be able to say Sean and I are doing quite well as bachelors. Danielle has been gone for three weeks, and we haven’t had a major catastrophe, yet—unless you count the surprise Sean had waiting for me in his crib this morning. I try