An important part of this post is that I haven't thrown up since 1997, which explains a lot. The story of a dad's frantic texts to his wife during their toddler's barfing . . .
One of the most enjoyable things about being a relatively new parent (Jay's a Toddler now, but every day is a brand new, fun, albeit downright terrifying experience) is . . .
We went on a family trip to the Halloween Spirit store this past weekend, and my toddler immediately took a liking to the scary pop-up monsters that operate with a press of a . . .
You’ll never stop needing her, and if you are one, you’ll always be depended on. I learned this a couple of weeks ago, when I called my mom sobbing, overwhelmed and missing . . .
A lot of my friends gave birth to their little ones right around the time that I had Jay, so I've been following all of the Instagrams, Facebook posts and Tweets of said . . .
With no relatives nearby, no real-life Babysitter's Club to call and two Daycare tours that destroyed a little bit of my soul, I put the posting "out there." Private Facebook . . .