(This is the third in our new series, “The Tantrum,” in which each of our four regulars will address one subject over the course of a week. Read about TV trauma here and ratting out your kid here, and Nathan’s post against long hair for preschool boys here.) Maybe this is just evidence of how distanced we …
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This year my wife, Jean, and I are going to undertake some projects. We’re going to refinance the apartment. We may renovate the kitchen. We’ll put Sasha in daycare. And I’m going to put together our last will and testament. Perhaps it’s obvious, but this is not one of the more enjoyable parts of being …
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When I saw this Vespa rocking horse, my heart stopped. It is just too perfect—how is it that only now, today, this exists? I want it! But not for Sasha. She can have a blow-up bouncy elephant or whatever toddlers these days are riding. I want it for me. And that’s because I’ve given up …
It’s hard for me to believe that in the two short months of Dadwagon’s existence, I haven’t once written about my nanny situation. Or nannies situation(s). But current events have prompted this post. To whit: • At 13 months, Sasha speaks Chinese. Or, really, understands Chinese. Tell her to “pai-pai shou” and she’ll clap (pai) …
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