A stay-at-home father takes his baby to the museum in hopes of raising a little art connoisseur.
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 →
Trigger Warning: the following post contains descriptions of cannibalism. All you stay-at-home parents out there will understand it when I say: Some days you eat the baby and other days, well, the baby eats you. This last week has been a "the baby eats me" sort of week. Grandma (my mom) came into town and... Continue Reading →
I kissed Miss France 2006 this last weekend. You read me right. I did it. I admit it. And you know what else? You can even go ahead and tell my wife! She won't care. She was there, witnessed the whole thing, and you know what? She even kissed her too! ... on the cheeks, that... Continue Reading →