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This morning, it looked like my wife was finally going to be able to break through the airport deadlock after Snowpocalypse NYC, so we (on vacation all, here in Florida) had to separate her from the kids. As I mentioned before, my kids barely spoke to me during the five days she was here, so [...]

My son has peed on so many things in his short life—chairs, walls, toys, and, above all, my lap—that it is almost remarkable that he had never peed on the one thing he is supposed to: a toilet. Until now, that is. As of 8:15 p.m. yesterday, we are the proud parents of a boy who [...]

Note to football players and other high-level athletes: God doesn’t exist, and he certainly doesn’t give a shit about your physical trials and tribulations. And, yes, congratulations to the Saints, but no, your victory does not “prove that football is more than just a game” (it’s a game); nor does it “validate” New Orleans as [...]

It’s hard for me to believe that in the two short months of Dadwagon’s existence, I haven’t once written about my nanny situation. Or nannies situation(s). But current events have prompted this post. To whit: • At 13 months, Sasha speaks Chinese. Or, really, understands Chinese. Tell her to “pai-pai shou” and she’ll clap (pai) [...]