“7 o’clock! Screen off!” I announced. “Okay,” she agreed. “8:15! Pajamas and teeth!” I added. “Okay,” she allowed. “I’ll rea… Read More
Dear Fern, Pretty soon men are going to start saying things they have no business saying. They will imply that you owe them something, that you are inferior to them and should therefore give… Read More
I have a good friend who’s locally famous (internationally, if you count the blog) for his fairy doors. And I have a five-year old obsessed with the macabre and roadkill and skeletons… Read More
It’s astonishing how quickly I’ve come to define parenting in terms of things I’ve missed. Like: my kids have never pooped in the bathtub. Now isn’t that an adventure… Read More
After preschool drop-off is supposed to be naptime for toddlers, but we’ve got neighbors coming for dinner and we desperately need at least a single grape or stick of broccoli or somet… Read More
Like all insomniacs, I blame my occasional bouts of sleeplessness on something. Tonight the culprit is the Outside Lands Festival. Sitting up in bed at 3-something-a-frikkin’-m, I&rsqu&hell…Read More
Fern had a little cut on her toe yesterday, and somewhere in the periphery of my toddler-addled brain I heard her friends — over for a playdate — plan to put a bandage on it. "Ho… Read More
“Dad, I drew you a picture!” has started to strike fear into my heart. To wit: I can’t honestly say if I’m more disturbed by all the woman’s pubic hair (anatomi… Read More
We don’t do a lot of juice around here, but Fern’s friend was getting some at our playdate today so I let her have some, too. Of course, I used that “kid juice” you c… Read More
We’re supposed to be in the middle of our long, foggy summer by now but the rain won’t stop. And whether it’s down to that or the fact that my coffee maker isn’t work… Read More
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