What Not to Expect When You’re Expecting

What Not to Expect When You’re Expecting

A few years ago, I ranted hard against a couple who created a list of guidelines for visitors who wanted to stop by and meet their newborn. They were essentially expecting friends and family to barter for an audience with their baby via handouts and housework.

It made little sense that a couple with such bizarre manners and expectations would have anyone visiting them, let alone enough people who it required rules and regulations. After all, this was a generic newborn, not the Pope. It was utterly ridiculous, and my post quickly became one of my most popular pieces.

Most of us felt that the couple was entitled and oblivious. Apparently, they were pioneers!

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City vs. Suburbs

City vs. Suburbs

I live in Brooklyn but I grew up in the suburbs. Pete grew up in London, for some reason. On the latest episode of the podcast, we talk about the different challenges of parenting in each location. It’s a City vs. Burbs Thunderdome! One place enters, one place leaves! I never saw myself raising myRead more about City vs. Suburbs[…]

The Sporting Blues

The Sporting Blues

Sports! It’s not just the name of one of the best albums of the 80s. (Huey Lewis and the News FOR LYFE!) It’s also the subject of what is often one of the worst parts of parenting, whether your kids are into sports or not. This week on the Dad and Buried podcast, we diveRead more about The Sporting Blues[…]

Bedtime is Hell

Bedtime is Hell

It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times, it’s bedtime. You’ve done it, you’ve survived another day of parenting, and your reward – a few hours of adult TV, a glass of wine or beer, and a little blissful silence – is just around the corner. But first, you have one more challenge:Read more about Bedtime is Hell[…]

Explaining Multiple Sclerosis to My Kids

Explaining Multiple Sclerosis to My Kids

I could hear them talking in the other room.

My wife’s voice was soft, nearly whispering. My son’s voice, on those rare occasions when he interjected, was uncharacteristically tentative, uncertain and wary. I stopped listening. I knew what was being discussed.

My wife has multiple sclerosis. And she was explaining it to him.

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