Let’s face it, Father’s Day always feels like something of a lesser holiday, compared to Mother’s Day. Mother’s Day is hyped weeks in advance, with everyone from Hallmark to FDS to Home Depot hawking...
My husband's summary assessment of his solo camping trip with the badgers, from his Facebook page:
"Lessons from camping:
1) Hot dogs go with everything.
2) The five year old girl is really in charge.
3) One parent,...
Here is what I'm worrying about today:
1) My husband has taken the children camping.
2) In a tent.
3) Without me.
The camping itself isn't worrying, I suppose. My parents took my sister and I camping all...
Happy anniversary to my beloved dork. I miss you.
Today, more hospitals, more moms, more children, and, I'm sure, more lessons like this. A little less terror-driving would be nice, though. Fearlessness has its limits.
It’s Kyle’s birthday today. I’m not going to tell you how old he is, because I think that he’s feeling a little weird about that, and if the 21st century has taught us anything, it’s that there’s nothing weirdmaking that can’t be made even more weirdmaking by being broadcast on the Internet. So.
Emilia got him sticks for his birthday. She put a lot of thought and planning into that, and it’s important to realize – as she explained at some length this morning when she presented them, with great fanfare, which is to say, wrapped in ribbons and pulled with a flourish from behind her back – that they aren’t actually sticks, but tools. “Car tools,” she explained. “For your car.”
I'm not sure what is funniest about this recent post at Salon: that Googling 'bad fathering' automatically prompts the suggestion that what one really wanted to search for was 'bad mothering' (because, as we...