One night last week, around 11 p.m., I was about to get ready for bed when I heard crying from Sasha’s room. Once upon a time, I would’ve just ignored this—cry it out was our strategy back when the kid was being sleep-trained, over two years ago. But now, middle-of-the-night tears sound different, more serious, …
Author Archives: Matt
Cock-a-Doodle-Don’t!
So, for various reasons, I woke up naked in bed this morning. Jean and Sasha were already awake when I groggily pulled away the covers and stepped onto the floor. Just then, in bounded Sasha, who took one look at me, pointed at my penis, and started laughing. And laughing. And laughing. I stumbled quickly …
‘I Pee Awesome!’
It was not much more than a week ago that I lamented Sasha’s slow toilet training, enumerating the many, many places she has managed to pee (e.g., on her bike seat, on a cafe chair) while marveling at the sole instance of her actually pissing in a toilet in front of me. Well, much has …
Places I’ve Seen Sasha Pee
In her diaper. Through her diaper. Through the infinitesimal crack between her diaper and her thigh. In her bed. On the couch. In her undies. In her undies and her shorts. On a chair at the Van Leeuwen ice cream cafe. (Afterwards: “I didn’t pee on your face, Daddy!”) On her bike seat. On the …