Category Archives: Daddyblog

The Sprout, while playing a matching game by himself: “No, not quite right, try again,” “No, not quite right, try again.” “Yay! You did it! Woo!” I wonder if, when they record the audio tracks at PBSKids, it ever occurs … Continue reading →

I think I just had a discussion with my son. It started with him pointing at a piece of paper out of his reach. Me: Hi there! What are you doing? Sprout I point! Me Really? What are you pointing … Continue reading →

We just had the Sprout’s second birthday. Birthdays are going to be very interesting for Cory in the future, seeing as they are immediately preceded by a giant national cookout / fireworks / summer party called “Independence Day.” (Not to … Continue reading →

The Sprout has started talking, and a friend of mine reminded me that I should make a note of the things he says. Although he was suggesting I do it “so you will remember it later,” I suspect what he … Continue reading →

So it turns out that even very good parents can accidentally leave small children locked in a car: “The quality of prior parental care seems to be irrelevant,” [Professor David Diamond] said. “The important factors that keep showing up involve … Continue reading →

James Brown. Genticorum. The B52s. The Sprout enjoys all of these great musical artists. But this is his current favorite song: I’m afraid it is something of an ear-worm. Sorry about that.

My son, unthinking tool of patriarchal oppression. Since I’ve become a parent I’ve come face-to-face with a lot of the political and social issues that I never understood before — or noticed. Elf and I noticed early on in her … Continue reading →

Years back I was discussing violent video games with a friend of mine. I expressed the opinion that violent games are not a prime cause of violence but a distraction from root causes. My friend said “how many studies do … Continue reading →

At almost a year and a half old, the Sprout still isn’t quite ready for Christmas. Travel and colds upset his schedule so much that he didn’t open his presents until one o’clock in the afternoon, and he was still … Continue reading →