Are Superdads Media Whores?

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“FORGET yummy mummies, now we have cool dads. And the stakes are high, menfolk. If the internet is to be believed — and what sensible person could doubt it — the latest phenomenon to sweep the world is the rise of Cool Dad.

Yes, the days of yore when fathers steadfastly ignored their offspring are well and truly over. Which is good. And in his place is hands-on Superdad who loves nothing more than to have fun, fun, fun with his kids. Especially if someone just happens to be videoing his super-duperness so he can upload it to his Daddy Cool blog, seed the clip into Facebook where it goes viral, gets him on Ellen and hooks a book deal.”  Read more of this post

National Breastfeeding Week and Olivia Wilde

Apparently it is National Breastfeeding Week – or so the Facebook people say. Google says it was World Breastfeeding Week August 1 to 7. I missed it, but am going to write about it nonetheless.  It seems that Olivia Wilde sparked some debate with Glamour shots of her breastfeeding her kid .

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As it turns out, I have no idea who Olivia Wilde is, nor do I care if she has her picture taken with or without a baby.

I do however have some opinions about breastfeeding and how we view it.

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Why is Daddy such a Jerk?

The other day I was reading this article about interrupted sleep. Apparently sleep interruption can cause confusion, depression and fatigue. It can also have an impact on attention span and ability to make decisions.

These findings come as a complete shock!

I am reminded of something that our doctor told us shortly before Laura went into labour with our first daughter. He said ” you are about to find out that all the people you thought were jerks are actually just sleep-deprived parents.”

Three kids later it turns out that my kids are the ones who think I’m a jerk. Read more of this post

Learning to Crawl

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Life is full of challenges. Often we know where we want to know, and sometimes the path to achieving our goal is filled with obstacles and challenges. I have often heard that it is about journey, not the destination. In the case of learning to crawl, the destination is all about being able to go on greater journeys. The frustrating thing for those of the learning-to-crawl set is that they can’t even take baby steps on their journey. Read more of this post

Greatest Hits

When I started writing this blog 13 months ago it was a bit an experiment to see if I had enough content in me to keep up a steady stream of writing or if it was just the occasional thought or issue that inspired me to write. I had attempted a blog once before with a different objective. It was going to be my anonymous place that I could write all those letters to the editor that I periodically feel compelled to write but can’t because the topic touches on my professional work. That one didn’t pan out. I prefer to express opinions with my name attached.

Somehow I have managed to keep writing this blog and this post is my 100th. So on the occasion of my 100th post I am taking the opportunity to say thank you to everyone who has read one of my posts and to the 130 people who have subscribed and are willing to let me periodically invade their reader or inbox. I appreciate all the comments and discussions. Thank you to all of you who have complimented my writing and thank you to my wife for her editing skills and for giving me the time to write from time to time. For those who might have missed one of two of my posts here are my ten favourite ones in no particular order. Read more of this post

The Luxury of Peace

Yesterday I wrote a post about my daughter listening to news reports about the plane shot down over Ukraine. This morning I woke up thinking about how lucky I am that my biggest concern about the conflicts happening in the world is how my children will react to the news about those conflicts. Read more of this post

Talking with kids about planes that fall from the sky

Sometimes the world makes me tired.

This morning while I was wracking my brain for camp lunch ideas I suddenly realized that my seven year old daughter was standing in the kitchen with me. She wasn’t doing anything, just standing with the vacant expression that appears on her face when the wheels are turning in her head or she is in TV-watching bliss.

I asked her what she was doing and she said she was listening to the radio. Read more of this post