Parenting is a battle of willpower and our ability to shop for groceries is the only thing that keeps us in the game long enough to survive another day.
Husband and father. Communication specialist by day, freelance writer by night, asleep by later that night.
I don’t think you can legally call yourself a dad until you’ve held your face three inches away from a grocery cart handle and asked, “Who is it?”
Fatherhood has a way of nulling the part of your brain that makes you care about yourself, which is why I’m losing my dignity one step at a time.
Despite being the most amazing example of human willpower and strength, Marvel won’t make a movie about stay-at-home moms – and that’s a shame.
The NoseFrida is something I never thought would exist on the open market. The booger straw.
My current getting-ready-for-bed routine is something I never expected – mainly because everything makes so much noise.
Essential oils quickly escalate from “wow, these smell nice” to “I want to spend all our money on these.” Here’s a guide for the one on the other side of the obsession.
Holidays with a baby aren’t that much different. It’s just that I now find myself frequently asking about bows, buffalo plaid and musical elephants.
During cold weather, we dress our baby following one simple rule: there’s no such thing as too many layers.
A new father, bonding with his infant son during meal time, contemplates the milestones ahead in their relationship.