I love my kids, I just hate parenting
So my son turned four months old the other day. And today was my first day back at the gym since he was born. I’d like to type more but my arms just fell off. Give me a second. … Okay, I’m better now. (Hint: my arms didn’t actually fall off.) I’ve spoken before aboutRead more about Let’s Get Physical[…]
…was a fur-less baby that can’t even talk.
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Last week, I educated all of you on how to go about taking care of a newborn. I haven’t gotten the Baby Straight Jacket on the market yet, but I can already tell some of you are skeptical. A straight jacket for babies? Surely I must be joking!
I assure you I am deadly serious. Ask yourself this question: are babies all that different from psychopaths?
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Kid’s not even born and he already has a lot to answer for.
I am not a religious man. I certainly don’t believe that a literal Adam and a literal Eve were chilling in a literal garden when a literal snake offered them literal fruit from the literal Tree of Knowledge.
But after sitting vigil during my wife’s labor and delivery, I am coming around to the idea of Original Sin.
Today is my birthday. But, despite all the doctors and their fancy prognostication machines, it doesn’t look like it will be my son’s. Originally, when MomandBuried and I learned our son’s due date – which is today, by the way – I wasn’t exactly thrilled at the prospect of sharing my birthday with my kid.Read more about Birth Day?[…]