Exactly two months ago I earned a new title: Dad. Coincidentally, my Metroblog posting hit has an all time low. Forgivable, I hope. But the chaos is finally subsiding and I’m back, hopefully for good.

For those of you who are not aware, parenthood has many hidden expectations attached to it. For example, in fortune cookie form:
* Your social life will take an unexpected turn for the worst
* A move to the suburbs is likely
* A mini-van is in your near future

Ah, the American dream. A big suburban home with a big yard to mow. A car for Dad’s two hour commute and a mini-van for Soccer Mom. Too bad it’s not sustainable.

Yes, we have shunned the typical American family dream for a life in the city. No big house; we have a one bedroom condo near Greenlake. No mini-van; we only have a compact car with thoughts of ditching that for Metro ^[1], Flexcar ^[2], taxis, and rentals. Our social-life lives: we either bring the munchkin with us or have dozens of friends who would take him at the drop of a hat (he’s pretty damn cute).

Speaking of, my wife and I have a hot date at the Elysian ^[3] tonight and I’m making us late writing this. Nothing like celebrating urban parenting with a frosty pumpkin ale. Mmmmm.