My wife (or Mommy, as she’s known when the kids are awake) is one of those women whose global job description is juggling chainsaws.
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The Kid is All Right
Every now and then I get worried that maybe Ryan will turn out to be a shitty kid. This is not the same as being troubled by his shitty behavior — all parents whose children are not bodhisattva have those moments. I’m talking about moments when you look at your child while they’re doing something […]
So You Want to Have a Heart Baby
Personally, I’d advise you to reconsider. See if you can convince your baby to have a normal heart.
Ask Me No Questions
Pretty much every parent I’ve ever encountered recalls the point at which their little bundles started lying to them.
Snow Days are the Frigging Worst
In the winter, whenever my phone rings and I see Ryan’s preschool on the caller ID, I immediately feel about a hundred years old.