I love my kids, I just hate parenting
I taught my son to say “smash!” like the Hulk. It’s awesome. But now everytime I show him a superhero, whether it’s Spider-Man, Superman or even Aquaman (I have a t-shirt. Don’t hate.), he does his “smash!” routine. So on the Fourth I took him to the pool to try and show him the differenceRead more about Smash! v. Splash[…]
This Fourth of July, Mom and Buried and I are faced with a bit of a dilemma. The same one we are faced with everyday, really.
We want to celebrate our country’s birth in style by getting drunk out of our minds.
But we have a kid. They should call it “Lack of Independence Day”.
This holiday weekend marks the beginning of the summer season. Everyone agrees that summer is fun, right?
Of course, when you have a toddler, summer isn’t quite the same as it used to be.
We leave for a trip in two days. With my baby. I don’t know why either.
My son is going to hit the eight-month mark while we’re on vacation in Ireland. I’m pretty nervous about my son’s first plane ride. Nervous and scared. Mostly that another passenger will get so pissed about my unruly child that he’ll yell at my wife and things will get physical. You know, valid concerns.
We’ve gotten some tips for flying with a baby, things like: try Benadryl, and bring a new toy to distract and confuse him with its newness, distribute pre-emptive goody bags, etc. And we may or may not try these. But there’s one thing we’ve been trying already – conditioning my son for what he’s about to experience, in order to make it easier on both him and ourselves.
I wrote a list about how to train your baby – for vacation and for life.