Within twenty-four hours of becoming a dad, my brain was ready to explode from all the new, funny, and frustrating things that were going on in my life. Because parenthood goes by so fast, I started turning these memories into parenting cartoons (Instagram) and letters (blog) that I will one day give to my son when he is old enough to appreciate it...maybe thirty years later when he has his own kids?!
We've been having a lot of fun sharing the sympathies, struggles, and laughs from parenthood with others along the way, but I've also struggled with the moral dilemma of "sharenting" - sharing photos/experiences of my child on social media without his consent. I've finally come to terms with it, and have also decided that if I ever make any money from this project, we will donate all our proceeds to a charity (suggestions welcomed!) that will give other families the opportunity to experience joy and happiness as we have.
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I Fantasize About How To Get Back At Him
I Got Myself...i Mean I Got Baobao A Wooden Train Set. It's Awesome
There Is One Silver Lining To Trump As President
This Is My Family
Sometimes, we all just end up hanging out in a 100sqft bathroom. It doesn't smell great.
Babies Are Just Cute Fart Machines
A Toddler Penis =/= An Adult Penis
I'm still shocked and sad about the shooting in Vegas. It has just been one terrible event after another this year. When I wrap my arms around Baobao now I find myself thinking I’m trying to protect him as much as I am just hugging him...and to me, that shift in thought is a sad reflection of our times. Our thoughts continue to go out to anyone and everyone that has been affected by all these tragic events.
Dat Baby Smell
The Slowest Animal On The Planet?
I Need To Work On My Core Muscles
Bubbles. Bubbles. Bubbles. Did I Say Bubbles?
If It's 5 Attempts For A Selfie, It's 50 Attempts For A Family Picture
And Please Don't Ever Ask Us This Question
There's Something Mystical About Being A Baby
I Supposedly Take Out Trash For A Living
I take out the trash / recycling / compost every morning as I leave for work. And this is apparently what Baobao thinks I do all day when I’m not at home...or so he tells my wife.