Curiosity is L’s new approach to life, which means that just about every outing these days is a field trip.
Yesterday, for instance, an ordinary errand-run to the local Safeway turned into a date with the “robot” at the self check-out counter. L watched in amazement as the computer told us precisely what to do, then [...]

I had to take L with me to the local supermarket today, which means we are once again the proud owners of a giant Mylar balloon. When the baby is involved, you see, supermarket trip = balloon.
Yes, I’m that much of a pushover.
The routine started a few months ago. We were entertaining and I needed [...]

Powergirl and I are off with L early Monday morning on the baby’s first major vacation: ten days in Hawaii. While I am certainly not stoked about enduring heightened security measures at OAK on our way west, I’m actually looking forward to seeing how L does on the plane. Here are five other random thoughts [...]

If you grew up in the 1980s and 1990s like I did, you probably remember the catchy Poison song, “Look But You Can’t Touch.”
Say what you will about Bret Michaels (as in, “he totally wears that bandana because he’s bald”), but the guy knew how to write some killer songs. The chorus of this particular [...]

It never ceases to amaze me how clueless people think we stay-at-home dads are when we’re out with our babies in public.
The latest episode occurred this weekend at our local Safeway. I was in line at the Starbucks outpost to buy a chai for a buddy of mine, when some overbearing bearded idiot spotted me [...]

For almost all of us new fathers, parenthood is uncharted territory—like Antarctica, the Major League Baseball Players Association and the soft yet supple buttocks of Evangeline Lilly. Well here, my friends, are the top ten signs you’re a new dad, presented Letterman-style in descending order. Got one to add? Feel free to do so in [...]

As an undersexed public high school student in Northport, N.Y., I wore my hickeys with pride.
Whether on my neck or chest, these mouth-made raspberries were little purple badges of honor; proof that, despite my involvement in Tour Choir and my “Save the Humans” t-shirt, I was actually getting some teen-age tail.
I’d stare at them in [...]

Just because I have a baby
doesn’t mean I really care
about the things you went through
when you and your wife were there.
Just because I have a toddler
doesn’t mean that I’m obsessed
with talking ‘bout effacement
or suckling from a breast.
Just because you see a stroller
doesn’t give you right to peek
or coo and make those stupid
noises like some kind [...]