My Dog Wears Diapers

Ok, so I’ve neglected my blogging duties—once more, it’s worth noting. In my defense, however, I’ve had my hands full with something important. That ten-pound sleep sack to the left requires a lot of attention, and despite being so large coming into the world, he’s still not big enough to fit into any of the baby containment devices we have awaiting him. I doubt they’d hold him anyway, especially if he’s hungry.

You need not fear this turning into a baby blog, if that’s what you’re thinking—the money ain’t right, and I can’t be that preachy. Besides, “My Dog Wears Diapers” just wouldn’t work. On the other hand, if you’re looking for a side-by-side comparison of the dog’s diapers vs. the boy’s, I can assure you it’s in the works. read more…

Normally, I’m not the gloating type. You’ll never see me pulling a Sharpie or cell phone out of a concealed location following a rousing play in a pick-up game, though I have entertained the idea of changing my name to “Palidogringo.” But I have to celebrate my recent quasi-victory over my cable company, despite the fact that it took two months and five phone calls. read more…

We’re getting closer to Zane’s arrival, so we’ve reached that consternating point all new parents face: putting together some of the bigger critter containment devices you got in showers. I decided to document our journey to assemble one such contraption—a baby “jumper,” which is basically no more than a plastic seat, various hygienic baby distractions, and a few rubber bands.

It’s all so very easy, as you can see to the left. Seriously, you open the box, and this mess all kind of vomits out at one time, which may be apropos. That said, it doesn’t inspire one to pick up tools and get to constructin’. But with enough Elmer’s glue and duct tape, one can do anything, I’ve learned, so we girded ourselves and set to work. read more…