Moving across the country is a big life change for a young family, but I quickly fell in love with Portland.
There are a lot of reasons for this, and how as a city it just felt like “home” so quickly. But more than the food trucks, the art-friendly vibe, the close proximity to family, or the chance to unashamedly wear orange pants, I love how Portland has made me into a better dad.
Here are a few ways that come to mind.
I hear from people all the time about how much my boys are like me. How they look like me, act like me, um…. smell like me?
You get the idea. One has my dimples, sings nonsense songs, and loves to make people laugh. One has the light blond hair of my childhood, and addiction to carbs, and loves monkey references.
I hear it a lot. And it’s no surprise, of course. They spend a lot of time with me, so clearly they’re going to pick up on a lot of my mannerisms and phrases and such.
What most people don’t get to see though is how much they take after their mom too. Especially as our oldest son Tucker get older (he’s almost 4), it becomes clearer and clearer to me. I’d like to share just a few things that I have noticed and appreciate my wife Anna for passing on to him…