A first time father explores Paris, Parenthood and what it means to be a stay-at-home American dad living in the City of Light.
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 →
Zef and I sing, play instruments and listen to stories at the world famous Shakespeare and Company.
A few of the baby-friendly cafés around Paris
A father explores the many reasons he's proud of his 9 month old son.
A father comes to terms with what this election means for his son and family.
All babies have superpowers. What powers does your baby have?
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 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 →
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 →
