Thank you for your votes! As many of you know, I conducted an informal survey recently and asked you what your favorite posts were. These 12 from A Daddy Blog received the most votes from you.
In almost all, the best parts are your comments! So, be sure to read those. Thank you so much for all of your support and advice as I ventured into this brave new world of fatherhood (and blogging)!
With no further ado, here are your top picks:
Stop and smell the diapers. Just a few suggestions from one dad to another…
What if you received a letter from your child… a letter written in the future? What if you didn’t like what it said? What if there was still time to fix it?
My daughter can’t look away when Dora the Explorer it’s on. Dora is like crack for toddlers! Perhaps “hate” is too strong a word, but I do have a few choice thoughts on this pint sized annoyance.
Too often parents suffer in silence after a miscarriage, believing they are alone, feeling perhaps somehow it was their fault. It’s time for the silence to end.
We’re planning our first family vacation with our daughter who will be 4 years old then. How do you stay in the same room, and still do naps and sleep at night?
Yes, I’m a dad and I’m about to talk about breastfeeding! Actually that’s the point of this blog. We don’t talk about it enough. I wish someone had talked to me.
I decided to write this letter to you, Sweetheart. I know, of course, that you can’t read it just yet, but it’s not meant for the current you anyway; it’s for a future you.
I read someplace the phenomenon that is the “mommy blog” has not taken off in the same way for “daddy bloggers” because men would not use such a demeaning way of labeling their work. I don’t agree.
Let’s daydream for a moment of summer; the summer ahead and the hazy memories of our childhood summers past. Oh, and I’ll tell you a tale of THE AMAZING THING!
You women know the things we guys should never wear, but some of you are too nice to tell us. You’re not doing yourself or us a favor by keeping it secret. Did I miss anything?
Many, many years ago in a land far, far away… well, in Florida… a baby boy was born on this day. My father who took this photograph of my mother and me, passed away before he was able to meet his beautiful grand-daughter. If he can still see us, then this morning he saw my barely two year old girl sing… really sing… “happy birthday” to her daddy.