Confessions and learning to stop the judgement
I got the look. You other parents will know what I mean. The bad parent look. The why-weren’t-you-watching-your-child-more-closely-and-see-now-look-he-got-hurt-look. That is indeed what happened. We were at the food court, late for an appointment, stuffing ourselves with inappropriate-and-unhealthy-for-children-fast-food, when our son, who was, unbeknownst to us, dangling perilously on top of a food court table, took […]
A backpacking, mandolin-playing rock-loving DILF
This is my husband Josh. He’s such a great daddy. I’m so proud of him. *heart* He is going to school right to be a geologist since he likes to play with rocks. He starts the masters program next year! This summer he’ll be staying at home with our son, who turns 5 months old […]
Music store DILF rocks the cradle
Holy crap do our DILFs rock. We’ve featured a few musically inclined DILFs since we began this feature but this week’s hot papa has a new spin on the prominent daddy passion. Thanks to Kayleigh for sending us this snap of her fiance, Sean and their four month old girl, Audrey. She tells us “Sean […]
Things are going to be different
Everyone kept saying to us, “things are going to be different when you have a kid”. They always said it with a slightly evil smile, and went on to explain that we would never again have time to cook nice meals or sit and enjoy each other’s company or brush our teeth.
MamaLit Book Review #2 – Sleep is for the Weak
Arens, Rita (ed.) Sleep is for the Weak: The Best of Mommy Bloggers including Amalah, Finslippy, Fussy, Would Coulda Shoulda, Mom-101, and more. Chicago: Chicago Review Press, 2008. Warning: 1. Do not read this book, until after you pee, if like me, your post-baby bladder is less than, um, reliable. 2. Do not read this […]
Andrew, the Sci Fi DILF
You met Andrew in Alissa’s post about “Who’s watching the baby?” But today you get to know Andrew in a whole different, DILFier way.
Who’s watching the baby?
I’m not offended when I’m asked these questions, at least not for me. But I feel a little irked for Andrew. What, because he is a man the best he can do is “babysit” his child?
You’re not REALLY a parent: a nanny’s perspective
It’s true. I am not really a parent. I hear it all the time as I walk by and push my stroller with the two 19-month-olds in tow. We go to play dates and lunches, do crafts and sing songs. Most of all? We enjoy our days together as I work hard to create good little humans that will hopefully become good big humans.