Usually, every Friday when we put together “A Week on the Wagon,” we try to discern a uniting theme for the past five days’ posts. Were we all cranky? Did we put up a lot of funny pictures? Was Theodore cranky, Nathan morbid, Christopher nerdy, and Matt drunk? But sometimes, nothing emerges. Like this week. …
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A DadWagon proclamation: Fatherhood means learning to live with repulsion. From the moment our children emerge frog-like and slime-coated from the birth canal, we suffer and, silently, retch. But we put up with it all—through months and years of filthy diapers and ass-backwards temperature readings, on for even more years of crusty noses and spontaneous …
Did anyone occupy his normal seat aboard the Dadwagon this week? It appears not. Matt, our househusband, spent the start of his week in Rome, alternating between scarfing down bucatini all’amatriciana and explaining his life to various bemused Italians. (Hey, man, maybe you’re not getting weepy over your kid–maybe it’s the wild swings in blood …
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Nathan, along with DadWagon friend PetCobra, joins forces with the video powerdads over at DadLabs to create the first episode of PopSmack, where bloggy types mouth off about whatever they feel. This week’s topic: vasectomies–love ’em, hate ’em, have ’em? Must be said, Nathan looks a bit like a severed head in a box. Is …
