So we’re moving. At the end of this month. For the fourth time in the last five years. (Yes, I know, don’t remind me.)

And as we gather ourselves - mentally - and our stuff - physically - I started to think about the last few months and what tasks/responsibilities my wife held down (most) and what I did (whatever was left). And then last night “The Break-Up” was on HBO and that great scene where Aniston wants Vaughn to want to do the dishes, or at least offer to do the dishes.

“Why would I want to do dishes?” he says, so honestly.

And my wife turned to me and said: “Please apologize for your kind.”

It was then that I tried to decide what us men are really good for.

Here’s what I came up with: Read the rest of this entry »

Not that I have a problem with that, but it struck me as curious.

We attended the highly entertaining end-of-year performance at our daughter’s preschool last week, and after the parade of super-cute children, each teacher was given a bouquet of flowers. As I hooted loudly, cheering the teacher’s excellence, each teacher came across the stage, hugged the director of the school, and walked off…and then it occurred to me that all of the teachers are women.

Then I started to think back to all of my teachers in school - they were almost ALL women.

Then I searched for an answer.

But I am not convinced. Read the rest of this entry »

In honor of Father’s Day this weekend, I thought I’d send out a mass THANK YOU to all of you moms, who actually enabled us Dads to celebrate Father’s Day (last I checked, we could not reproduce on our own).

Since my own wife has banned me from my buying gifts for her (since she said she received too many on Mother’s Day), I am hoping that this tribute to the women in our lives will make her smile.

But while I’ve got you here, I thought I’d opine on the state of the American dad as sparked by Lisa Belkin’s recent piece in the NY Times and our own WIM bloggers writing on the recent Dad survey… Read the rest of this entry »

Hey, y’all, I’m getting just a little tired of all this Mommy Guilt talk.

Okay, I know you’ve cornered the market on actually birthing children and breast-feeding them. But I’m here to tell you that you’re not the only ones who are entitled to feel guilty.

Us Dads feel guilty, too. And for many - if not all - of the same reasons.

Let’s air them out. Read the rest of this entry »

Don’t you love it when a TV show gives you an idea for a blog post? Me too.

In this case it was the greatest TV show ever created (even though it went downhill in season 4 and beyond): Alias.

In the most recent episode (Season 4, Episode 13) that we watched (yes, we get it on Netflix, don’t get me started), one of the characters has “home-life” problems, according to the stock description. In translation: Character’s son was sick and puked on him, but he told his wife that he needed to go to work, handed screaming child to unhappy wife, and left to go save the life of his colleague in a foreign country.

But how do you juggle it? Read the rest of this entry »

A recent meeting ended at work and a colleague and I remained in the room, furiously typing emails. We finished, looked up, and realized we hadn’t done our catch-up chat in awhile.

We ended up talking family stuff (he has four kids - FOUR! - which I cannot even comprehend) and how we do the fatherly juggle.

“I don’t know how you do it with four. Your wife has a flexible schedule, right?” I inquired, digging for the magic potion to his life.

“Yes, but she teaches piano and has a weird schedule, so I am frequently the carpooler.” He replied, graciously, clearly a very involved father.

He continued: “Probably the only reason I still work here is because I can work from home a few days a week.”

Shocked? Read the rest of this entry »

Hey, did you know that Redbook can tell you how to keep your “man” in love with you for all of eternity?

It’s true. Just go and read this. Or, if you’re too lazy to click, I’ll give you the summary (with commentary, of course).

#1: Play Poker: I guess many men actually play poker regularly and they think it important, or would find it appealing, if their wives could play, too? Read the rest of this entry »

“It’s possible that these video montages are the only time in a guy’s life that he’ll cry in front of another guy.”

So I have a penchant for blog polls: How many of you have witnessed a man crying? Show of hands, please.

I’m going to guess the answer is a small number.

One more question for ya: Any idea to what the above quote is referring?

That’s right, the horrible corny song-cum-video-clips that CBS strings together at the end of the NCAA Men’s college basketball tournament, and yes, we all sit around after the game is over and wait for it, because, yes, it IS touching. Read the rest of this entry »

Yes, t’is true.

Our morning routine goes like this: child wakes at exactly 7:03 almost everyday, we all hug and then I usually dress child (or at least remove the pee-stinking diaper because my wife hates to); then I shower while my lovely wife beautifies child, makes breakfast and then I come downstairs smelling of Bulgari’s AQVA (a birthday gift). Tag team: my wife then hits the shower while I eat breakfast with our cutey-pie, empty the dishwasher, and then we have VITAMINS.

Hers and mine, respectively.

And that’s when I lie. Read the rest of this entry »

After the miraculous birth of our daughter, my wife decried that she had “done enough.” And I agreed. She stated that in return for her having endured hours of “hell” (which I did not dispute), I would be relegated to wiping butt (specifically POOPY butt) for as long as the butt required wiping. And I agreed.

And as I was wiping my daughter’s poopy butt the other day with a Seventh Generation wipe, slightly wincing from the odor, I realized that I would actually miss this. Read the rest of this entry »