If today was an adequate indication of things to come, my daughter is going to make her stubborn old dad look easy-going in no-time.
The little punk decided she was too big to nap. So she fought it. All. Day. Long.
Eventually—on her mother’s watch, of course—she dozed for no more than 40 minutes, making it the [...]

It was Isaac Newton, I believe, who pontificated on the relationship between action and reaction. Perhaps dude was referring not to the laws of motion, but instead to the laws of parenthood.
Case in point: L’s recent sleeping patterns. The good news: She’s been going down for the night around 7:15 or so, giving Powergirl and [...]

Amid all of her talking and near-walking, L took a wonderful step back in time today, presenting me with a gift that hearkened back to the era when she was three months old and still fit between my shoulder and my bellybutton.
To wit: She fell asleep on my chest while we sat on the couch.
The [...]

So much of this blog is devoted to all of the epiphanies and wonderful moments of fatherhood. I’d be remiss, however, if I didn’t admit it every once in a while: This stay-at-home/work-at-home daddy thing can be exhausting.
I bore the brunt of a particularly long weekend this afternoon. I was out reporting a story for [...]

One of the downsides to L’s newfound mobility is that I spend hours upon hours quite literally chasing her around the house on all fours. One of the upsides: When exhaustion catches up to her and she face-plants in a fit of narcolepsy, I get to nap right there alongside her.
Today was no exception. The [...]

This week Powergirl and I made a difficult decision regarding L’s crib: We finally decided to put the bumpers on.
On paper, opting for these cute little cushions (they have storks on them) doesn’t seem like a tough choice; most of the books tell you to consider it any time after the baby is big enough [...]

My favorite part of every day comes around 8:30 p.m., when it’s time to put L to bed for the night. The process of shushing her and rocking her until she passes out is—and always has been—my job.
It is, quite frankly, the only aspect of fatherhood with which I’ve never needed practice.
I’m not sure why [...]