My wife and I have done a pretty good job of indoctrinating our son into the things that we enjoy; the Beatles; superheroes; star wars; rock and roll in general. Usually, after tubby time while my wife or I are putting the baby to bed, we allow my son to watch a cartoon of his choosing; takes … More From The Mouths of Babes
I’m going to try to keep this brief because I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone string together anything that remotely resembles anything clever. I have two kids. My son is three, which has its own set of challenges that I’ve mentioned at length. My daughter is almost 10 months old and she’s currently … More Ungh, Teething.
One of the most difficult jobs I’d ever had was when a buddy of mine and I were umpires for 4th 5th and 6th grade girls softball. We were in our senior year of high school. I was usually behind the plate calling balls and strikes and my buddy was behind the pitcher, calling the … More Some Thoughts On Sports…
We sent my son to bed with out dinner. He is three and I don’t care. Somehow my wife and I have managed to get to a place with our son where, regardless of what he asks for (we nearly always oblige) or what we make for dinner, he will get to the dinner table … More I Am The Law.
Before I start, I know I haven’t written in a few days and that a few people have stopped following. That’s fine. It feels like a lot because there aren’t that many folks following to begin with but I haven’t REALLY rolled this out yet so… okay. I’ve been busy doing a bunch of lame … More Daddy, can I watch something?
Over the past several years there have been many articles saying how modern dads are not only upping their game in terms of sharing more of the child rearing activities, but also taking over the purchasing and decision-making responsibilities once typically reserved for mom. I’m here to tell you that is 100% accurate. After we brought … More I AM Amazon Mom
The scene: It’s 3: 30 am on Sunday morning of last week. I’ve just spent a marathon ten-hour drawing, inking, and painting session creating decorations for my son’s third birthday party. I’ve finished three, four-foot square cartoon versions of Bruce Timm-esque representations of Superman, Batman, and Wonder Woman respectively. Because I’ve properly indoctrinated him, the … More Three Pickles In A Batman Cup And Other Toddler-Related Nonsense.
On the night that I met my wife, the *other thing that lit the candle that would eventually go on to burn down Queens, the Bronx, and produce two children was that we went back and forth quoting dialog from “Blazing Saddles”. 2016 is definitely the little bastard that shot us all in the ass. … More A Quick Story:
**Author’s note: I am not a new father anymore. I’ve had three years and two babies of practice. In this blog I’m going to be bouncing around my timeline a la Dr. Samuel Beckett from “Quantum Leap”. Here’s a confession: I thought having a new-born in the house sucked, particularly the first time. It sucked somewhat … More Our Little Bundle of OY: Reflections On How The Bronx Dad Got Involved