18 Jun

Dad and Buried Posted in Music No comments

By the Power of Skullcandy

Disclaimer: I partnered with Best Buy and Skullcandy to promote their headphones, but all opinions and whining about my kids are my own.

Almost every time my wife is on the hook to get me a gift – my birthday, Christmas, our anniversary – she gets me headphones. Over the course of our relationship, I must have gotten a dozen new pairs of headphones. Over the ear, noise-canceling, waterproof, a bluetooth necklace pair; I’ve been gifted them all.

I’m not complaining. I love getting new headphones. I’m always on the lookout for the next best pair. This Father’s Day, I did not get new headphones. Because I didn’t need them.

I have Skullcandy’s Push True Wireless In-Ear Headphones.

10 Jun

Dad and Buried Posted in Uncategorized 7 comments

Weight Watching

At what point do I shove a toothbrush down my son’s throat?

The dude is HUGE.

Let me level-set a bit: I’m not talking Maury Povich huge; I live above the Mason-Dixon line, people. But he’s got rolls. At 9 months-old he’s got rolls! My friends jokingly say he must have something stuffed in those huge cheeks of his but it’s not a joke to me: I am COMPLETELY CONVINCED he has something in there. It’s the only explanation. It’s not like we’re feeding him french fries and milkshakes.

But he looks like that guy from Big Trouble in Little China. And I don’t mean Kim Cattrall. Something must be done!

To Ireland in a Handbasket: Tips for Traveling with a Baby, Schadenfreude Edition

Having just survived an intercontinental trip with our 8-month-old baby, I am ready to share what I’ve learned. I’ve already discussed how well my son handled the trip and while I’ll be the first to admit that it wasn’t exactly easy, or quite as relaxing as previous baby-free vacations, it wasn’t nearly as bad as we’d been led to believe it might be.

Of course, I know that’s not what many of you want to hear, especially on this blog, so…I wrote the following list for you. Consider it your daily helping of schadenfreude.

31 May

Dad and Buried Posted in Shut Up No comments

Pain in the Ice

Quick follow-up on Friday’s post about the summer heat.

Last night we installed the window units in our apartment – it was muggy as hell and with the little guy having sweated a fair amount the night before, we didn’t want to take any chances. So I threw one in his window and turned it on.

Then came hours of worrying. Was it too cold? Is he wearing enough? Is the filter clean? What if we just use the Fan setting? Will he be to hot? Can we set it to turn off automatically?

Hot and Bothered

Last year at this time, as New York was entering what would prove to be a sweltering, relentless summer of 90 degree days and off-the-charts humidity, my wife was bracing herself. Despite our plans to a) not have a Fall baby (Fall is already overloaded with holidays for us) and b) not be pregnant during the summer, both of those things were well past the point of no return. She was six months in and it was about to get unbearably hot.

Window units offer little respite from the heat in a NYC apartment building, especially one on the top floor. Summer was no picnic for totally un-pregnant, occasionally drunk me, I can only imagine how miserable it was for my totally super-pregnant, never-eve-close-to-drunk, constantly achy wife.

Thankfully, one year later and 8 months into parenthood, that’s all over. Except now we have a kid to worry about, with another hot summer on the horizon. Sigh.

Can babies melt?

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