Being A Stay-At-Home Dad

In order to shepherd my four-year old son through the turbulent waters of Post Toddlerhood, and to ensure that the lad does not get stuck in the school to prison pipeline, I recently quit working and became a stay-at-home dad. First, let me say kudos to all stay-at-home parents out there. This is a rough gig. Very rough. Second, can anyone babysit? Kidding.

Harry, my son, is a spirited young buck and funny as hell, so while I am working on the follow-up to Alphabet Land (and writing “lifestyle” articles under the pseudonym Olive Winks), I started writing a blog called Breakfast With Harry. It’s all about my attempts to feed my little man breakfast.  Occasionally, I rant/muse/complain about kids and parenting and how surprisingly difficult it is to make instant grits. Here’s the link if you want to check it out.  

 

2 thoughts on “Being A Stay-At-Home Dad”

    1. Thanks, Margot. Fortunately, my wife does pretty well, and I was never that into being an English professor/instructor whose primary job was to torture college kids about misplaced semicolons.

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