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Part of my divorce requires the liquidation of all our marital assets, including the apartment I’ve lived in since 2004 (any takers?). I’m moving out early next week into a new apartment nearby, and JP’s mother is moving in while we put the place on the market (short answer: I’m a slob).
I’m curious to see [...]

So, perhaps our loyal DadWagon readers thought that now, with the NYC school year underway, that the Universal Pre-K bitching was finally at end, one way or another. Please, I would hope you folks know us better than that by now. We simply do not stop complaining here at DadWagon. We like to complain. We [...]

At some point in JP’s infanthood I started referring to alcohol as “Daddy Juice.” I don’t remember exactly when, but it seems likely that it was pretty early on, probably when he was old enough to reach for my glass of beer/wine/sangria, and for me to pull it away, saying, “Now, now. Not for you, [...]

Via Strollerderby today I learned that 41 American children died this summer because their parents forgot them in the car on a hot day. That’s a lot of absent-minded parents!
It reminded me of a story an older woman I used to work with told me about her first child. During her pregnancy, she and her [...]