Now that she’s a strapping one-year-old, L has decided she’s tired of sitting (or laying) still when Powergirl and I change her diapers.
As such, the process has de-evolved into a sort of baby wrestling match; a game in which she tries to see how many times she can flip from her back to her belly [...]

Tonight was girls’ night out for my wife and her colleagues from work, so I pulled double duty and extended my daily allotment of L time into the evening.
Most of our night together was awesome as always; after a leisurely dinner of puffs, tangerines, bananas and chicken with yam/apple/zucchini compote, the baby joined me for [...]

As a father, I pride myself on always being ready for anything. I’m a huge fan of Plan B. I’ve always got backup plans.
Generally, this comes in handy. Before every trip out of the house, for instance, I pack an extra change of clothes for the baby (in case she has an accident), an extra [...]

If this morning’s showing is any indication of how I’ll be as a disciplinarian, it’s clear that L is going to walk all over me—especially during her teenage years.
Let me explain. Every morning after L wakes up, I stagger into her room, take her out of her sleep sack and change her diaper (we call [...]

It’s no secret that these little babies grow up quickly. Still, from my vantage point as a father, there aren’t many moments in an average week that make me stop and wax nostalgic for the days when my nearly seven-month-old daughter was, well, younger.
I had one such moment today. The inspiration: L’s first grown-up turd.
Not [...]

It has become one of L’s favorite new games: a little ditty I like to call “Panthorns.” All you need to play: a pair of baby pants, a ridiculous clown voice and a crazy imagination.
As the name suggests, the pants are critical.
Every time I change the baby, I take her pants off, turn them inside [...]

It’s remarkable to watch L get stronger by the day.
Earlier this month, I blogged about the baby’s newfound ability to hold her head up. Just last week, she perfected what I like to call the “vice,” a clampdown grasp she prefers to administer on my t-shirts.
Her latest discovery is the quad thrust: while lying on [...]