When we were having our son more than 3 years ago and Meg brought up the topic of cloth diapers, I kept an open mind, but admit, my lack of knowledge on the subject made me pretty darn skeptical. We tried , but as with many things that go with the whirlwind of a firstContinue reading “My cloth conversion”
Category Archives: Diapers
It’s a Girl!
If I’ve failed to write as of late, it’s like the old saying goes, “It’s not you, it’s me.” Or blame it on the sleep deprivation. Yes, Meg and I have been up late once again, all for a wonderful reason – a little over a week ago, we welcomed our second child into theContinue reading “It’s a Girl!”
Three
Three years. How quickly they go by. It seems like only yesterday I cradled you in my arms, swaddled in a blanket covered in baby footprints, wondering how I was so lucky to get to welcome you into this world. When we brought you home, I never thought I could feel so exhausted again inContinue reading “Three”
Going potty – the ultimate diversionary tactic
As I’ve probably mentioned before, we’ve been incredibly blessed that our little guy started to use the potty when he did, which was around Christmas time at about a year and a half. We were shocked, surprised, a little overwhelmed, but completely over the moon that he decided to guide himself and tell us thatContinue reading “Going potty – the ultimate diversionary tactic”
Deep dish pizza, bathroom diaper changes and egg on my face
I took my son out to dinner recently, just he and I. My wife had the opening night of her recent play and he and I were having a guys’ night out. Partly, I did this as a bit of a test, to see how both he and I did on our own without mommyContinue reading “Deep dish pizza, bathroom diaper changes and egg on my face”
Potty mouth – Improv singing/rhyming gets dangerous
File this one under ‘a close one.’ Improvisational rhyming in the house takes on a whole new level of caution once you become a parent. Take, for instance, this ditty my wife and I were singing while our son sat on his little potty and ‘gave it a go’ recently… ME: “We’re sittin’ on theContinue reading “Potty mouth – Improv singing/rhyming gets dangerous”
Houston, we have potty
I’ll spare you the more graphic details, I promise. Suffice it to say, Santa brought the little guy a Baby Bjorn potty for Christmas and we’ve already started putting it to use. While at first, he just wanted to carry it around the house and use it as a convenient chair when he wanted toContinue reading “Houston, we have potty”
Two guys just hanging out on Valentine’s Day
I spent this Valentine’s Day with our little guy. As we’re still battling the croup (and its effects slowly making its way into mommy and daddy’s adult-sized bodies now), we’ve been alternating taking days from work so that someone can stay with the little guy at home while he’s sick and administer his nebulizer treatments.Continue reading “Two guys just hanging out on Valentine’s Day”
Oh, poop
I think I’ve hit another milestone of fatherhood. Sure, I had already been sprayed during diaper changes and been spit up on during burpings. But as of this this past weekend, (drum roll please), I was pooped on…right into my hand during a diaper change. 🙂 And all I could do was laugh. That isContinue reading “Oh, poop”
Late night breastfeeding with Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel
My son, only a week or so old, has quite the well-developed set of lungs. He likes to show them off to us usually ni the middle of the night, working himself into such a tizzy during breastfeeding that he’s too worried about screaming to get fed than actually feeding. Hey, when you’re under 14Continue reading “Late night breastfeeding with Paul Simon and Art Garfunkel”
The Dorky Daddy 