The other day my wife and I walked into our local grocery store with Zef. We took him out of the stroller and let him walk around, holding one of our hands of course. He is 16 months now and knows well enough to look, but not touch. He'll approach something, point to it, and... Continue Reading →
A Jamming-Good Story Time with Kate Stables at Shakespeare and Company
Zef and I sing, play instruments and listen to stories at the world famous Shakespeare and Company.
Cafés in Paris: Baby Edition
A few of the baby-friendly cafés around Paris
On Fatherly Pride (Or: Pride and The Prejudiced Parent)
A father explores the many reasons he's proud of his 9 month old son.
A Letter to My Nine-Month Old Son After the Election
A father comes to terms with what this election means for his son and family.
The List of Known Baby Superpowers
All babies have superpowers. What powers does your baby have?
NFL Football in France… Yes You Can!
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 →
I Kissed Miss France! Or: How to Faire la Bise on the Baby Birthday Circuit
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 →
An Über Z-Day
She wakes up at four o'clock, her face cuts a grimace in the early February morning dark. She can't scream and she can't even swear. All she can say is a sort of moaning "ahhh." "Are you okay?" I ask her. "Is it time?" When the contraction stops and the pain subsides she says, "I don't think so. I think it's the fake... Continue Reading →