During cold weather, we dress our baby following one simple rule: there’s no such thing as too many layers.
Husband and father. Communication specialist by day, freelance writer by night, asleep by later that night.
A new father, bonding with his infant son during meal time, contemplates the milestones ahead in their relationship.
We lit a candle to properly grieve the end of the era when our parenting activities didn’t involve the word “chase.”
“Laugh like a baby,” “Cry like a baby,” “Poop like a baby.” Here’s what they mean…
A dose of reality is never more clear than when you compare a typical, pre-baby date night with the one we just had.
In this illustrated short story, three giants are on a routine hunt for tiny creatures until they encounter an unusual one.
I just finished my most recent round of babysitting, and I’m starting to understand why I’m not allowed to do it very often.
A jealous man learns the secret of Favian’s success and attempts to harness it at any cost.
A lonely man ventures into the woods and falls in love with a magical being. Someone else watches from the shadows.
I took an inventory of the things I know about my infant child and am now convinced I’m a major player in her superhero origin story.