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I’m not your typical Daddy blogger

I cancelled my Klout account a few days ago. I’ve had issues with their claims of measuring influence since the day I found them online, but I persisted in using them because I would occasionally get some cool swag for free.

The final straw was when I found myself trying to only share things that I thought would boost my score so I could get more freebee’s, which is exactly the behavior I detest from most daddy/mommy bloggers. 

I tell my stories because I want to always remember how amazing my time with The Kid is, and how incredible my life has become with her in it. Anything that changes my approach on this blog needs to support archiving memories, and nothing else. 

Sure, I have a Google Adwords account that has netted me $13 since I opened it six years ago. Yes, I check the analytics on the backend of the blog, because I am always trying to become better at my craft. But I’m not in this for the money or the free things I can earn by pretending to like a product, unlike most other bloggers who talk about their kids.

Instead, I am a proud Papa, who is thrilled he met the partner of his dreams so he could start the family he always wanted. And I’m not afraid to write about it.

Editor's Note: I did reinstate my Klout account on 8/20/14. I feel like a sellout, but I promise it won't impact my content. 

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