I'm Her Daddy

That’s what she said. She said it. Yes she did.

The problem with kids getting taller is that their arms grow long enough to pull their toys back out of the trash.

At just over 2 she just asked for a pink football. I’ll take the win. That’s one for daddy.

Was it wrong? To get her to stop crying and fall asleep- in the middle of a long car ride – I promised her a puppy. She has not brought it up but I suspect like most women she’s saving it for the most opportune time. Like when she starts to negotiate for a cell [...]

Nothing makes a better first impression – than poop on the wall. We visited the first potential school for our daughter today. A nice Montessori school around the corner. The school’s director was impressed by our daughter’s curiosity, playfulness and independence. And then she pooped her pants.  – Our daughter that is. Not sure what [...]

My wife, as many others may do, gently rocks and soothes and hushes our daughter to sleep. Me? I learned a long time ago, from nothing other than  a book called Instinct – which I co-wrote with Life Experience – that the most reliable way to get a baby to sleep who’s caught in one [...]

….but there was toilet there – so that’s ok. Yes, for 48 hours we’ve placed a plastic potty in the living room as our daughter has been running around pantless, diaperless and all-in-all bare ass. Why? Because official potty training has begun. No more messing around! It’s three days of a bare assed baby stuck [...]

After weeks and months of practice, and many hand holding walks down up the hallway to the tune of “walking tall down the hall with daddy” she walk to me on her own today. 4 or 5 solo steps in the kitchen. and it was………….AWESOME!!!!!

I remember quite the clearly the day I became a man. And I recall the phone call I made to my mom to tell her her, “mom, today I became a man. Because today – I went to Syms.” and bought a suit. Well, today I became a dad. Just now in fact. Yes, my [...]

So why not cap the oil well with a huge diaper? Each morning Zoelle wakes up and on those morning when I change the morning diaper, like today, I’m amazed by 2 things – How can a diaper hold 10 pounds of liquid? And how the hell does she even move around with it?? I’m [...]

This post if for my own journaling purposes. I’ll get back to the “funny” with the next one. The date of this posting may not be precise but the important thing is to document the time between early June and now – late July, as a father and husband of a family on the move. [...]

Ugh. I’ll take the blame for that one. So many firsts to remember, but the first call to poison control is not a happy as her first tooth. But not to fret – too much – it turns out the sunblock I accidently dropped in her bag of chew toys was not that poisonous after [...]

Note to self – I felt the nubby tip of her first tooth today. Yayy – the days of teething.

Six months old today. And know what she’s getting as a present? CEREAL!!! Today is the day we experiment with “solid” food. A little rice cereal, breast milk concoction to be served on a tiny spoon. Recently I’ve been letting her chew on spoons to get comfortable with the utensil. But how much will make [...]

We have moved from our home in Brooklyn today. Destination – Albuquerque, NM. Why? Because that’s where the fresh air and open skies are. That’s where we hope to start anew in a home with a yard. That’s where 2 of my daughter’s grandmothers live. Why move? Because though she may not remember it, this [...]

She received her Hebrew name today – Chana. She cried for the whole ceremony except for when my mothers-in-law Skyped in and recited a prayer and when we held her high and sang traditional Jewish celebratory songs. It meant alot to me, and my wife – who’s not Jewish. It felt good to have her [...]

At 5 months she’s going to get whiplash. Whenever I take her from my wife, my daughter’s head spins almost entire around as if she was possessed in an attempt to track mommy and find out where she’s going and when will she be back. Daddy just doesn’t cut it. And bedtime with daddy has [...]

It has changed me. I don’t recall any event in my life having such an impact on who I am and what I see and thoughts I think.  She is all that -  and more. It has changed me, in two – possibly more, probably more – ways. First – who am I? That question [...]

Most mornings I leave the house for work while momma and baby are still sleeping or perhaps they’re sharing a little laughter as they begin to awaken. It’s a great sound to start the day. But this morning was different.   Last night my wife was kept up late working so this morning when our baby girl [...]

My first birthday as a dad. A daddy. A father. Nothing was better than getting a card held in the hand of my 4 month baby girl. Turns out she’s got good taste in cards. And clothes. I admit perhaps I’d feel younger if I were not a dad. Or perhaps it’s being a dad [...]

We bought into it.   Hook – Line and Sinker!  We took the bait. Damn you hallmark cards and afternoon specials. I blame YOU.  You and your fuzzy panda bears and pastel hues. Having Children is NOT all fun and games and happy jingles of joyful tippy toes.  It is NOT all hugs ans smiles and [...]

But she is. My wife can’t help but ask other parents of newborns how old their babies are whenever we have the chance. Why? Because inevitably our baby stacks up against those many weeks older than she. Our breastmilk fed baby certain;y has the healthy chub and an inquisitive stare that amazes me. But wait [...]

And they said it would never happen. But there we were, just the two of us, that’s right – just me and my wife, sitting at the movies. Where was our 3 month old baby? you ask. With my mother. And so it came to pass that my wife and I relived a memory of [...]

Come on now. Three times today we had to change her entire outfit because of what my wife lovingly refers to as “blowouts”. A “blow out” is when our little girl’s  diaper just can’t contain the explusion of breast milk in it’s post digested mustardy form and in some mysterious way end up traveling up [...]

Oh my god. If I have to carry around her around for one more second like a princess on a coach I’m gonna lose it. Calm in the curve of my arm as I pace around the apartment but God forbid I sit for a second and she make her displeasure known. The wailing begins. [...]