In which Papa Zesser, after what was mostly a lovely day with his off-spring, considers the similarities between an infant who doesn’t realize she has gotten very tired, and a drinker who believes that an endless succession of “Just one more” will lead to eternal good time, and not sudden anger or tears followed by a brutal hang-over.
Maybe babies don’t work in such mysterious ways after all. Click the headline to read more.
In which Papa Zesser ponder a week that saw the emergence of not one — but two! — new teeth, amid much wailing and gnashing of teeth. And the baby cried quite a lot, too. (Click the headline to read more.)
In which Papa Zesser reflects on pain following a miserable night, even as his Baobao plays happily behind him as he types; a far cry from the agonized howls that rang through the air 12 hours before!
In which an exhausted Daddy Zesser flashes back to the Bad Old Days, when sleep was a fleeting luxury, and curses his daughter with the wish that, someday, she too will become a parent, so that she’ll understand what she puts her parents through! (Click the headline to read on.)
In which Papa Zesser ponders sudden panic, the dangers (and benefits) of comparing cousins, and revels in a sudden accomplishment. Also, he finds himself disregarding the advice of Doctor Spock against his better judgement.
In which Papa Zesser looks back on 244 days of his darling Baobao’s life, and is forced to consider how lucky he and Raven have been – because yesterday was a hard day indeed. Click the headline above to read more …
In which Papa Zesser once again learns a valuable lesson about safety — and its opposite. The terrifying truth is that danger lurks almost everywhere for a soon-to-be toddler, and a daddy’s job is going to get harder and harder. Do you want to know what new lesson I learned the other day? Then click … Rock, what, scissors? (Letter #010)
In which Papa Zesser looks back on his first moment of terror as a father. Read more by clicking the headline above.
