My town, which is less a town and more a series of strip malls strung together with a garland of traffic lights, received an outpost of the Kiwi Yogurt to call its very own. My general vicinity now has three of these self-serve, pay per ounce, family owned frozen yogurt […]
I watched the Dove Men+Care / Dad 2.0 conversation about fatherhood this morning. Did you? I hope so, it was all kinds of terrific. In between wishing so bad that I was there to participate live and in person, I listened intently to Doug French and Doug Flutie lead a lively […]
As a student with a > 85% composite grade, she needn’t do her homework, but, she should be doing her homework, ya know? The Bear has been developing piss-poor homework-doing habits over the past few weeks, and my on-purpose habit of not helicoptering about my children isn’t doing her any […]
Here’s the one where I make myself the Soup Nazi of kid’s allowances, so that’d be the Allowance Nazi, I guess. My girls haven’t received their weekly allowance ($3 / Bear, $2 / Mouse) for months. Sitting here trying to conceive of this post, I cannot actually remember the last […]
After days of scraping, sweating, having soggy wet pieces of nursery room wallpaper stuck to my hair, feet, and, well, other parts I won’t mention, and after our handyman had to spend an entire day repairing four beat-to-hell walls, the Mouse’s bedroom. Is. Done. Well, Almost. The handyman painter fella […]
Warning: I’m very frustrated in this one, and I curse a lot. The filter has come off this morning, as I trade eloquence for anger. If this bothers you, I suggest finding another website to visit right now. Maybe this one. You know the worst part of parenthood? Other parents. […]
I’ve got two kids in school now and something has drastically changed: there are twice as many pieces of paper entering my home and taking up residence on our many flat surfaces. Quick aside: I joked with a buddy once about how, if it were up to me, there would […]
Dad bloggers like to lambast brands for half-ass, stereotypical portraits of papas in TV commercials. I guess we’re finally get a steady taste of what it’s like to be a parent on television. It kinda tastes nasty. Women have been dealing with shitty on-screen mock-ups of themselves for years, especially […]
