Category Archives: Fatherhood

We’ve been letting Sarah have 15 mins with the iPad before bed on certain nights. It’s amazing the games she’s able to play at four years old and how well she does at them, but imagine my surprise when I … Continue reading →

Ah yes. Nothing feels more manly than skipping down the street, your belly fat unleashed as your shirt flaps upon a playful wind. Looking back over a shoulder with an ear-to-ear smile as your daughter’s pink Dora kite finally cooperates … Continue reading →

It’s taken me three decades to find an artistic style disturbing enough to unleash the things living in my head, but my talents pale in comparison to my three year old daughter’s. In about 5 minutes of work, painting what … Continue reading →

Speaking of fairies – Sarah is three years old, which means daddy gets to shop in the “pink aisle.” Normally I don’t mind our toy store outings because I can shop for Transformers (our basement is slowly succumbing to a … Continue reading →

I try hard to be a good dad, I really do. I know how scary it must be for other parents when a haggard, sleep-deprived American in a Braindead t-shirt (yup, the lawnmower scene in all its glory) picks up … Continue reading →