Every dad. Every backyard. Everywhere.
Someone cried through the baby monitor. Or maybe the older one came to your bedside. And then someone said, "Oh, God, does there have to be light now?" And there was light, and it was not good. It was coming from the television.
Do you know the worst part of a bad date with your kids? It doesn't end. You get home and they come with you. Tough luck, parent! That person who just lost it or caused you to lose it or joined you in losing it is still there.
It's been four months. Four months of sleeping in a sleeping bag on the living room floor. My wife right next to me, on the cushions off the sofa. Our son has our bedroom. All of it. He's 13 months old.
No more. I'm not one to walk around telling people that I am X amount of days old. I would never want to change the way
At the beginning, I was worried about having one daughter and now, suddenly, I've been blessed with two beautiful angels.
Every kid knows, if there's anything worse than angering your parents, it's disappointing them. However, for one kid, it's
Really anything can be turned into an innuendo as long as it is followed with a sly smile and raised eyebrows.
hey Don't Make Music like They Used to (and Other Lies We Tell Ourselves Because We're Afraid of Becoming Irrelevant)
When the first crappy music makes it into our house, I will sit my kids down, play the entire Pink Floyd discography, then The Beatles, then Simon & Garfunkel. And Bjork. And Death Cab for Cutie. And Arcade Fire. Then The Velvet Underground. Then Talking Heads.
One of the reasons I started my blog was to vent about how my son's existence was forcing me to alter my own, and to show the world that despite having those alterations, having kids doesn't mean you need to change everything.