“Resting comfortably on the bottom shelf of my kitchen cabinet is a coffee mug my husband purchased for me five years ago, when I celebrated my second Mother’s Day as a mom. I have not been able to use the mug more than a few times, mostly because of the guilt and pain I feel when I look at that photo.”
I’m taking November off from ranting about the little fuckers. The little fuckers being Caillou and Rosie. Do you think I talk about the kids that way?
Listening to will.i.am talk about creativity gave me some good reminders about what my real job as a dad is.
My oldest just had his first date. It did not go well.
Children’s television. Sure. The kids are addicted. It happens. You let them have a little taste, every now and again. Because sometimes, …
If The Brady Bunch has taught us anything — and I’d like to think that it has — it’s that being a middle child is not easy. By dint of your birth order, you could go through life feeling alternating waves of alienation, isolation and inferiority. That you are not noticed. I hope you don’t, because it couldn’t be further from the truth.
One of my friends asked me a question over email about a month ago. Her and her husband don’t have kids and no plans to make, adopt, buy or steal any.So she asked: why kids? Not to debate, but just to know. As the wife and I are very close to having our third and final child, it felt a fine time to answer her question
I just found out my grandfather died. I won’t be attending the funeral. Grandpa died four years ago. Your uncle texted me to let me know. This is the way of things in estranged families.
Last week, I had pneumonia. I don’t recommend it, mostly because getting the chills is terrible. Especially in summer. It took long …
Parenthood is a sham, of course. Not one of the Santa Claus variety — he’s not as jolly as we tell children — but something larger. A Ponzi scheme. A daily fraud. To my boys, I know everything. It would be nice, if it were true.
Jack and I have a lot of discussions, as a result of his interest and curiosity, about what makes a good guy and what makes a bad guy. Superheroes are a frame of reference for him. And how people think of them is increasingly driven by how they act in the movies.
People ask us a lot of questions about you. They usually boil down to the same two. “Are you finding out what you are going to have?” (No, we are not.) And, “So, you’re going for the girl?” It’s that second question that rankles.
Last week, the fine gentlemen over at How to Be a Dad posted 5 reasons why Batman would be a better dad than Superman. I could just let this kind of wrong-headed thinking pass. But I can’t.
Reid and I did the things that fathers and sons tend to do when left unsupervised. There was much chasing around the house and yelling and wrestling and laughing and eating. There was a trip to the bookstore for train table time (him) and browsing (both of us). And there was a little bit of guilt as one of us realized how infrequently just the two of us spend time together.
Parenting has become more public. Whether you have a blog or not, whether you’re a brand or just a dad trying to get through a day at home with the kids without losing your sanity thanks to the third repeat of Cars 2. Social media lets us make private moments public. And sometimes, we need to vent.