Mom and dad blogs are total garbage. There, I said it. Someone had to. There is nothing to be learned from subjective sources about such a subjective subject. But parenting has it’s perks. To find them, sometimes you have to hunt. Usually they are buried in the dark corner behind the mess and the stress but they’re there. And they’re hilarious.
Being a capable and well-adjusted parent is in the ability to laugh, both at yourself and at others (you know, not mockingly). Take my advice on this, I’m not a dad blogger.
A few things you should know about me and dadforbeginners.com. This is not an online family photo album. In fact, I challenge you to find a full picture of my dashing son who went on a prenatal scavenger hunt through the gene pool and emerged with the chiseled features of a taut, pre-teen Scandinavian boy and the rugged yet subtle masculinity of the Brawny paper towel dude.
You should know that I am proud to offer free content in my little nook here in cyberspace. While I am never opposed to taking money from people, I write because I like to. I try to be interesting and useful as much as possible. Fell free to send me money if the mood strikes.
My son is the most amazing, innocent, perfect, comedic, infuriating, and lovable little ball of fleshy tissue to gain consciousness in my life. I am so overcome with paranoia, love, irritation, and questions simultaneously that I decided to come somewhere where no one else has a clue what’s going on either, the internet.
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