There are different types of parents. Some are more hands on than others. But us dads, we all have one thing in common: we know when it's time to chill.
I've wanted to write this post since Kickoff Weekend. I haven't yet, though, because shit happens when you have a baby around the house. I mean this literally (mostly). As I'm writing this, I'm kicking back on my couch with the Cardinals-Bills game from this last weekend playing. I'm not a fan of either of... Continue Reading →
Last week, my mom and I decided to take Zephyr to Giverny. My mother had never been and I had gone with Zephyr only the one time, while he was still in utero. I was pretty sure he wouldn't remember anything about our first trip, which was nearly a year ago to the day, 366... Continue Reading →