79 Wholesome And Humorous Posts From Dads Who Are Just Trying To Survive Fatherhood (New Pics)

My daughter wanted me to match her. Needless to she had a blast.

It's been raining and cold the last few weeks and we kept promising our son he could play in the sand (at the park) one more time before winter. That window seems to be closing and it doesn't look like we're going to have a nice enough day to be outside that long.

Not wanting to break a promise, this was the next best thing we could do.

It ended up going really well. No sand was thrown and my son was excellent about washing his feet before he walked around the house every time he got out. We dug holes to "install pipes", went looking for fossils and gems, and even just made big mounds.

He even helped me clean up. First, by shoveling sand into 5 gal buckets so I could carry it out. Then he helped my take apart the 2x4s by pulling the trigger on my drill while I held it. From there he used our dust buster to help me vacuum the house.

I know I will be finding sand till the end of time, but it will be worth it.

I saw this in a post on fb 3 years ago when my daughter was 2. I always used to say “I would die for my daughter” and of course I would in a heart beat.

But I have also chosen to live for my daughter. Since i first saw this post 3 years ago, I’ve brought myself to a healthy weight, i do light exercise fairly regularly, we go on walks all the time together, my eating habits have cleaned up significantly.

Everyday i try to find something physically or mentally healthy for us to do together, even if it’s just a short walk, or coloring a little doodle.

This photo came up in my memories on fb from 3 years ago when i first shared it and I just wanted to share it with you all, as well as the impact it had in me and how I go about raising my daughter now.

First venture into woodworking, the beds for purchase are either total garbage made of pressed turds or a $5k bed from pottery barn so I just decided to make it myself for under $1k including tools and I learned so much in the process. He friggin loves it, so much shelf space. Very proud dad.

So proud of my younger son with down syndrome who was finally able to net his first saltwater trout last night. We cheered and celebrated for a while as he was absolutely over the moon with joy!

My wife has always worked earlier than I do, so I've handled like 90% of our weekday mornings. I'm no professional, but I think I do alright with our daughter's hair.

Most of the time she just gets a high ponytail, pigtails, or some variation of a simple braid. But sometimes, if we have enough time, I'll put in the effort to do something like these. Put the TV on and she sits perfectly still for as long as I need her to.

Edit - since a lot of people are asking, I learned the braids from a couple different people in real life (not from any internet videos, so I do not have any links to share, sorry). But 99% of it is just practice. I've gotten pretty good at the French/Dutch braids, but the first ones I did were very sloppy. If you want to learn, you just have to do it over and over. You can do it too (as long as your kid will hold still long enough for you to fumble through it)!

My little gremlin has his two original Bun Buns who have been around since he was born. We got home after scouting firewood spots up in the mountains to discover Grey Bun Bun was no longer in the car.

Queue 2 hours out and back of driving into the middle of the bush, in the freezing cold and wind. All worth it when I found GBB, a little dusty but unharmed in the furtherest spot we had been to. Got home just before midnight.

I know its only a stuffed toy, but it feels symbolic and I wouldn't have slept knowing I didn't at least try to find his little friend!

Matching sweaters courtesy of the grandparents!

Playing the long game. One day I’ll get it back.

Our little chicken nugget blessed us with her presence today and I’m so in love. I’m officially one of you now!

Any parent who actually follows these instructions can expect to be picking glitter - the herpes of art supplies - out of their kid’s hair on their first day of high school.

I have always had a this dream that played out in my head about this day. I grew up an only child to two amazing parents where I never doubted for one second their love for me. They took parenthood as the highest honor and privilege. So it shouldn't be a surprise that I always had this dream of getting to share the moment I became a father with the two that instilled that same mentality with me.

But I almost lost that chance. Multiple times.

My senior year in college, I got the phone call from my mother that the PTSD my father had from the countless horrific calls he responded to as a firefighter/EMT nearly took his life. That mental image of the dream was the first thing that replayed in my mind.

Then there was the infertility. We tried for years, but my wife's PCOS and my erratic sperm counts weren't giving us much of a chance at success. We got two positive tests from IUI's. Those were days of hope and joy that, unfortunately, were taken away far too soon when the pregnancies abruptly ended. That mental image felt blurrier with each month and negative pregnancy test.

So we went for the Hail Mary. When the first transfer resulted in a positive pregnancy test, we found ourselves too scared to be able to celebrate considering the journey that led us to that point. The stress mounted when she started bleeding due to a hematoma. Then came placenta previa and a rushed visit to L&D due to bleeding. While the mental image of that dream was getting clearer with each week of the pregnancy, the road still felt rocky and treacherous.

But here we are. After 50 hours on hold for an induction, my wife took on the task and crushed it, delivering a 9 lb 5 ounce healthy baby boyinto the world this morning. I can't begin to describe the overwhelming emotion that took me over hearing that first cry as the doctor held him in the air. When the golden hour finished, I let her parents go back to see their daughter and meet their grandson first. The image I had in my head so long ago of sharing that private moment with two of the most important people in my life finally came to fruition, and the embrace the three of us shared is one that I will never forget. I can't wait for the days and weeks ahead, getting to share that same love and devotion as my wife, son, and I begin our new family of three.

For reals. With 4 kids I could deduce this twice and without hesitation.

One of these Valentine’s notes is from my 13-year-old.
The other is from my 8-year-old.
Can you guess which is which?
Happy Valentine’s Day to all the great dads out there — kings of farts everywhere.