You may remember (the, oh, millions of you who think of yourselves as regular Dadwagon readers, and by millions I mean “dozens”) that we recently made a weeklong series out of the kids-in-restaurants argument. Well, Matt’s employer has weighed in, recommending a few fine-dining places that claim to welcome small children. I have no argument …
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Like any child her age (1.5 years), my daughter Sasha wears diapers. Pampers, to be specific. With Dry Max technology, whatever that is. Every morning, we get her up, change her, give her a bottle of milk and wait for the smell of her poop to start emanating throughout the room. Then she gets a …
From time to time, I wonder if JP would have been better off I’d never split up with his mother. It’s usually a micro-spasm of guilt at knowing he has to adjust to separation from one parent or the other all the time. Then I remember what it was liking living with his mother, and …
If you’re the first-time dad of a new(ish) child, which mom owns the day? Your wife, your lifemate, who is exhausted in ways she never thought possible? Or your own mother, with whom you’ve been having celebratory breakfasts every May for 40 years? Sometimes it is possible to keep everyone happy, and this weekend was …
