I love my kids, I just hate parenting
Just when you thought it was safe to turn on NBC, the Olympics are back. Again. I swear, ever since they started alternating the Winter and Summer games, it seems like they’re always on, or almost on, or were just on. They’re fine. Some of the sports are great. If there’s a real story –Read more about Zombie Post: Jumping Through Rings[…]
My son has had a bit of a stomach bug this past week, which led to his first experience with vomit. He took it well. More surprisingly, I took it well. I hate vomiting more than I hate anything. Even the Jets. It literally makes me sick. Which is a problem, since that starts aRead more about Zombie Post: Flu Treason[…]
It finally happened! A British woman gave birth! I’ll never understand the hoopla about a famous person having a baby. This time around, it’s so extreme that it almost seems put on. Like we’re all starved for something stupid to focus on. Escapism at its limey-ist. Oh well. I have little to say on theRead more about Zombie Post: King Baby[…]
I wrote the post I’ve resurrected below one year ago. It’s a charming little trifle about my son’s increasingly bad behavior. Little did I know that what I thought, last May, was the onset of the terrible twos – though I even admit in the post that I might be a tad premature in thatRead more about Zombie Post: Little Did I Know[…]
There’s something funny about “resurrecting” a post about raising my son to believe in God. Amirite? But with all this ridiculous Pope stuff in the news, I thought it made sense to revisit this old post, written only a few months after my kid was born. It’s about the conflict between my own disdain forRead more about Zombie Post: No Church in the Child[…]