Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Newdaddy Times Two!!

I am proud to announce that there will soon be a new member of the Newdaddy club: me! Yes, folks, Newmommy is pregnant.

It shows how poor of a blogger I've been: due date is five weeks from today.

In an effort to balance my too-busy-to-write-long-posts with the enjoyment I had last time around with sharing my adventures, I've decided to start a twitter feed: NewdaddyInNJ. When I've got a lot to say, I'll still use this blog, but for the bits-and-peices, follow twitter.

Looking forward to going around this crazy merry-go-round again!!!

Saturday, March 20, 2010

An Open Letter to Bad Parents

Dear Parents-With-the-Six-Year-Old-the-Three-Year-Old-and-the-Baby-Who-Brought-The-Whole-Family-To-Hooters-Thursday-Night-at-11-p.m.,


Taking a cue from the great Michael Scott, I (a grown adult) joined three other grown adults Thursday night at Hooters to watch round one of the NCAA tournament. (By the way, I went 22-10 in the first round, with 15 of my sweet sixteen still alive). I am not necessarily proud of my selection of venue and, I must say, being the father of a little girl, I felt mildly sleazy. However, one can't argue with their wings and the cost of pitchers.

But then, in you came, at 11pm, with a six-year-old, a three-year-old and a baby. I ask again...seriously?!?!?!?!? It's like a kid getting arrested for DUI, there are SO MANY things wrong with that. First, it's 11pm. Your kids should be in bed. They should have already eaten. Your three-year-old looked like he was about to pass out. Even with the giant rack in his face. (I do realize that a giant rack in a baby's face is quite typical, but this isn't exactly how it works.) Also, it's Hooters. Despite the fact that they have promotions aimed a kids for some reason, and a kid's menu (which I had to take home with me for the comedic value), it's not exactly a kid's restaurant. It's even less so at 11pm. I'm not going to get into issues of nutrition.

I'm going to go out on a limb here and say: children shouldn't be in bars at 11pm.



Saturday, March 13, 2010


Yesternight (n), last night. "Daddy readed me a book yesternight." [I guess "readed" would also be kidcabulary.]

P.S. As I was writing this, I hear, "Dad, here's your tutu!" Uh oh....