Posts by New York Dad:
My shortest post ever.
The ferocity with which you find yourself loving and protecting your children as a parent goes beyond any primal instinct I have ever felt in my life. There, I said it. Carry on.
Pinocchio’s Whale and the Hi-Tech Parking Lot
I got back from Rome about a week ago and have been looking through my travel notes (yes, people still do that). Since I decided to enjoy my holidays away from the computer as much as possible I am just getting around to transferring some of these stories from paper to bytes. The funny thing [...]
No Mo Mo’ – A salute to Movember and farewell to my “Undercover Brother”
So sad to see it go, but alas I am mulling over bringing back the goatee and so after growing the mo’ for all of November for Movember – no mo mo’ for me. Throughout Movember, a group of about 50 dads was spurred on by our fearless ring leader Laid Off Dad and did [...]
My “Undercover Brother”.
As we turn into the last lap of #Movember , I wanted to confess that I was hoping for an “Abracadabra” look, but with a toddler and a newborn it’s a miracle I haven’t sliced my face up shaving. Therefore, I would like to introduce you to my “Undercover Brother.” He’s a scratchy little bugger. [...]
Newborn vs. Toddler – A (Very) Short Discourse.
With a newborn bringing my wife and me back to square one, I find myself double taking as my three and a half year old starts coming into his own. I look at our baby boy and then at my eldest and cannot believe that in such a short amount of time he has become [...]
The Brother P-Touch, my tendency to be OCD and my son’s ABCs.
I am following up on my OCD tendencies and the Brother P-Touch that I received to help fuel those tendencies. The challenge (and parents will appreciate the difficulty level on this one) was to organize and label the kids’ playroom, which in NYC also means the nursery/bedroom since 99% of us live in sardine cans. [...]
Curd, son. Nothing else in the world smells like that.
I love the smell of curd in the morning! It is something you forget once your child moves on to eating solids. The tangy, slightly pungent smell of regurgitated milk. It is oddly a comforting smell. It is a newborn smell. Certainly better than what happens when you move on to solids and things get [...]
LBK, LAK and reincarnation.
I realized early this morning while watching the minute hand on the kitchen clock sweep towards sixteen with the hour hand seemingly stuck on three that last time around I did not have a blog. Last time around was over three years ago when my first son was born and the only blog experience was [...]
The Brother P-Touch and that scuttling noise behind me.
As some of you know from earlier posts (Divide and conquer or fall asleep trying…), I am a bit of a neat freak. Of course as those of you who are parents know all too well tidiness is not part of the job description. The moment I put something away and turn my attention to [...]
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My More Dashing Side
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