Taking my child to a restaurant or anywhere in public for extended periods has not been successful…until now.
As a father, this is a pleasing, yet endless request that makes it impossible to focus on any other task.
Despite my pleasure for Irish whiskey and Dropkick Murphys CDs, I have no use for St. Patrick’s Day.
It’s easy to forget how much of a pain in the ass these little angels actually are.
The God my daughter told me about is a maker.
It has been a challenge keeping my daughter occupied and everybody’s sanity intact.
Our current politically correct society has made swearing un-cool.
Despite having lost control over virtually everything else in my life, I still have the remote control.
Even in pre-school, at least it is so for my daughter, females travel in packs.
A rainy Saturday spent shopping with my teenage daughter was true quality time, devoid of siblings and phones.
As it turns out, the first party is as awkward as expected.
Sometimes it’s not your first crush that really matters, but your last.
I think the proudest moments come from the challenges that children consciously decide to conquer.
Repeatedly, I was awakened by my two-foot-tall alarm clock.
There are as many different conversations as there are participants, everyone seems to think they are saying something really important
Any endeavor that involves my daughter being the center of attention goes well.