Snow Day with Sasha: Time to Drink!

It’s been a while, hasn’t it? A while since we took on that hoary, divisive subject: babies in bars. Well, if you’ve been waiting for a chance to foam at the mouth about the diaper-clad set occupying the dive where you get sloshed, then wait no longer! First, send a thank you to Bloomberg’s Board …

Crime & Punishment: Toddler Edition

Sasha is generally a good kid, so we don’t spend much time disciplining her. Sure, she’ll occasionally cry and scream to get her way, but then she’s no different from her mother. Only when she’s truly defiant—say, throwing food on the floor even after we’ve warned her not to—do we get mean, and issue a …

I’m Not a Big Boy Anymore (and Sasha Will Never Be)

God, it’s great when babies become toddlers. After two years, I can finally really talk to Sasha, and I even managed to bargain with her the other day: She wanted to watch Elmo, but she didn’t want to clean up her Legos. I said no, clean up first—and it worked! She stewed for a minute, …

In Which Sasha, Unknowingly, Confronts Her Genetic Destiny

Oh, the joys of riding the F train home with my daughter, Sasha! In a not-so-crowded subway car, she points at my eyes: “Daddy’s eyes!” she says. “Where’s Sasha’s eyes?” She points. “Where’s Sasha’s nose?” She points. Then she points at my nose. “Daddy’s nose.” Cute. “Daddy’s big nose!” Uh, cute? “Daddy’s BIG NOSE!” she …