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I am a stay-at-home dad to one fantastic little girl, my little Boobaby, born February, 2006. Before I started this career, I was a naturalist, outdoor educator, youth mentor, and many, many other things. We live in San Francisco.
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My Own Private Wisconsin
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I Got Nuts at BlogHer
Yes, I went to a BlogHer party. Finally, I experienced that clumsy thrill of entering a room full of people (whom I generally know only by their goofy pseudonyms). Women who mostly don’t know m...
Going to the BlogHer People’s Party Tonight?
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Reflected Pride
“Does Boobaby have a mommy?” You think you’ve heard everything a 5-year old boy is likely to say, and it turns out you’re wrong. H— is a cool kid we see at the playground a...
Parentus weekendus: natural history of the "weekend parent"
Pity the toddler who grabs those ropes now! I contemplated a lonely, half-eaten piece of pizza that was perching like a prairie dog on the back edge of one of the few playground tables this Saturd...
Friends-in-law: What are your kids’ friends’ parents?
Who’s that girl? I heard a roar at the zoo today. Given recent history, it made me a little nervous, but it turns out that it was just towheaded, three-something G— shrieking joyfully at u...
Sex Mistakes
Even scowling and in her boy shirt, I don’t think she looks like a boy. But I’ve known her for a while, so maybe I’m a biased judge. Boobaby is hairy. She was born with a mop and...
Finding My Balls at the Abusive Neighbors’ Place
Boobaby’s six-year old godbrother kicked a ball over the 15-foot fence behind our yard. (And if that sounds like we live in a fortress, remember that this is San Francisco. We’re on a stee...
Grown Man Singing
“Turn on the radio, daddy!” has become one of two-year old Boobaby’s favorite phrases. She trots it out, of course, any time I try to sing. Which is dozens of times a day. Mornings w...
Post 500
If self-referential blog posts are like lemon juice on your hangnails, now’s the time to browse on. I just noticed with some surprise that this marks my 500th post here at Doodaddy. The timing i...
I’m so sorry. Great job! That’s too bad. Fantastic!
I am a horrible adult when I’m being a parent, and vice versa. We ran into our neighbor coming home from the playground today. He was with his 6-year old daughter, whom, of course, Boobaby idol...
And I freak out again about little girl body images in our society
What is my 2-year old learning from this? On rainy days we get to play with paper dolls! Well, not paper, exactly, but the Colorforms "Dress-Up Fashion" game. And, like all paper dolls I&...
Houseguest Anxiety
We have a weekend houseguest, Working Mom’s best friend from childhood and Boobaby’s godmother. Suddenly, WM is doing a lot more housework and *ahem* attending to our love life in ways I&#...
Suburbs are freakshows.
I kid you not: suburban existence is way weirder than the Haight-Ashbury scene. OK, we’re not officially in a suburb, just a more residential part of San Francisco, but still, I just don’t...
Today I kidnapped the meter reader
The gas man dropped by to ask if I would let him install a new “smart meter” and I kidnapped him. “Want some coffee? Water? What’s smart about a smart meter? I’ve got a...
"Wow, You’re So Good With Kids"
Boobaby invented a game yesterday called "daddy pommel horse," or maybe it was "kiddie-elevator." She runs down a small slope to where I’m waiting at the bottom to catch her and ...
A Public Apology
A couple of weeks ago, my blog friend Aimee the Greeblemonkey posted an interesting “dissenting opinion” on Mile High Mamas about breastfeeding in public. You should read it (and everythin...