tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281Sat, 21 Jan 2012 14:41:44 +0000Father's FablesChild MolesterconstipationHoneymoon PhasePotty TrainingPneumoniahumiliationGifts3 Second RuleDogsPhotoHospital StayStereotypesFather BlogFeedingNew DadPractice BabyHouseCoincidencecuteMovierunny noseComputerCrashFormulaVomitPillow PetBackupQuestionsSick BabyCameraHalloweengasBald BabySunscreenWorkPublic StrollerCoughVideoPlay RoomLogoGirlPimpingWalkingTVSchedulebowel movementsPregnancyParkToysImitationPipesChristmasHackerWhiskey GumsPhotographyLil' StinkerpoopBehaviorCrawlingfrog songStaycation IdeasColdSmileAntsMovie ReviewTalkingStrangersSmilingDroolPicnicNapTeethingFirst Birthday PartyDad To beDad NapDad-To-BeTipFirst StepsTV Show ReviewNew FatherToddlerPregnantbabyThe Upside Down ShowChivalryBody FluidsPicaBaby GadgetsFreeHigh ChairBriberyZoboomafoosleep deprivationMessFather's DayFish HatcheryBurritoOld PeopleFather-To-Bemonkey songTwitterPartymonkeysburpDownsizedReviewThe Evolution of Dadnew babyTaking StepsYo Gabba GabbaTylenolGreen BeansdiaperPlaygroundHigh Chair CoverFather Doesn't Know BestSantaNewsleepTrick or TreatMovingMama Mirabelle's Home MoviesPulling UpPit BullsblowoutChipotleCrazyFirst TrimesterVirusDad BlogShoppingFoodTips and AdviceHand-Me-DownsSecond ChildNew FathersMilestonesBaby ProofingFacebookPlayPresentsFirst BirthdayTop 5Father To BeMeconiumPinkMimicCold and Flu SeasonSleep TrainingSandBest Baby GadgetsFinger FoodsPetting ZooNew DadsAccessoriesEmergency RoomStaycationdiapersBaldOliviaFirst WordsRice CerealAdviceToddler BedBeachAbsent Mindednessfrogspublic gasIce CreamchildbirthSnotMovie ReviewsFirst FoodsvisitorsTimeBaby GirlCakeCroupHikingMother's DayA lighthearted look at the hilarious, bizarre, and down right gross aspects of parenting, from the perspective of a new father.http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/noreply@blogger.com (Aaron)Blogger69125FatherDoesntKnowBesthttp://feedburner.google.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-1766359006343374255Sat, 30 Jul 2011 05:14:00 +00002011-08-02T08:03:43.363-07:00Tips and AdviceTipHospital StayFather Doesn't Know BestDad BlogMeconiumAdviceWhen my daughter was born, I was hardly prepared for the experience in the hospital, both before and after delivery, and I found myself bumbling through my first few days without anything resembling knowledge of what the heck I had gotten myself into. Luckily, by the time my son came around, just a few short weeks ago, I had figured out a much better game plan. While there are plenty of sources http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/qqYf_M6obAU/tips-for-dads-for-successful-delivery.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R2x3nmXrF-M37592u2xF9wpcOlc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R2x3nmXrF-M37592u2xF9wpcOlc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R2x3nmXrF-M37592u2xF9wpcOlc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/R2x3nmXrF-M37592u2xF9wpcOlc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/qqYf_M6obAU" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2011/07/tips-for-dads-for-successful-delivery.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-4057046371151076886Sun, 19 Jun 2011 20:22:00 +00002011-06-19T13:22:48.569-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's DayIt's been quite some time since I've posted to Father Doesn't Know Best, but I couldn't let Father's Day go by without writing a new post. Between work and chasing a toddler around the house it's been a busy last couple of months, but with the birth of my second child (my first son!) only a few days away I will be back in the fatherly-blog saddle very soon! I've also been putting some work into http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/Fulg0DSavA0/fathers-day-2011.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/as7kqePrI-7uwGkuybRcq8EUHRo/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/as7kqePrI-7uwGkuybRcq8EUHRo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/as7kqePrI-7uwGkuybRcq8EUHRo/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/as7kqePrI-7uwGkuybRcq8EUHRo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/Fulg0DSavA0" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2011/06/fathers-day-2011.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-6953440391250603833Mon, 28 Mar 2011 05:03:00 +00002011-03-27T22:03:29.109-07:00Toddler BedSleep TrainingFather Doesn't Know BestFather's FablesPillow PetBack in December (I know, it's been a while since I've posted) we decided to make the jump from crib to toddler bed, and luckily Santa was on the same page as us. Only a few days before Christmas my daughter had figured out how to semi-safely climb over the edge of her crib and drop to the floor, so our plan to get her a toddler bed for Christmas couldn't have been more perfectly timed. Since myhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/jHkM-u0PenA/magical-toddler-bed.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VSjVyI26f_1Of5I__ES-ZUM1kZ4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VSjVyI26f_1Of5I__ES-ZUM1kZ4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VSjVyI26f_1Of5I__ES-ZUM1kZ4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VSjVyI26f_1Of5I__ES-ZUM1kZ4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/jHkM-u0PenA" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2011/03/magical-toddler-bed.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-2448487063033702689Mon, 14 Feb 2011 04:31:00 +00002011-02-13T21:15:50.603-08:00PhotographyFather Doesn't Know BestHand-Me-DownsFather's FablesSecond ChildI've been doing a lot of thinking about the upcoming birth of our second child later this year, and the more I think about it, the more I realize that it really sucks to be the second-born.For starters, while I really was VERY happy to find out that we were going to be having another kid, I wasn't the same over-the-moon-ecstatic that I was when I found out that my wife was pregnant with our firsthttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/ttpP56Ltmco/it-sucks-to-be-second.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)1<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ujoyitp4mYcCY3EGRh1yl_5NZsU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ujoyitp4mYcCY3EGRh1yl_5NZsU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ujoyitp4mYcCY3EGRh1yl_5NZsU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ujoyitp4mYcCY3EGRh1yl_5NZsU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/ttpP56Ltmco" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2011/02/it-sucks-to-be-second.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-5802017733171314830Sun, 30 Jan 2011 21:18:00 +00002011-01-30T14:12:44.118-08:00Potty TrainingFather Doesn't Know BestFather's FablesBriberyA few months ago, my daughter started becoming more aware of when she had "filled a diaper" (I know, it's a thinly-veiled euphemism), so after a talk with our pediatrician, we decided to start potty training her. So, we bought a potty-training seat, the kind that goes over the actual toilet seat, and started attempting to potty train her.Unfortunately, after a few attempts to get her to stay on http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/J4nknofxABM/bathroom-bribery.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)2<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AFh3t-IcPZrywiltnBJAPAKFz8o/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AFh3t-IcPZrywiltnBJAPAKFz8o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AFh3t-IcPZrywiltnBJAPAKFz8o/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AFh3t-IcPZrywiltnBJAPAKFz8o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/J4nknofxABM" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2011/01/bathroom-bribery.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-4649730650517752713Mon, 17 Jan 2011 15:17:00 +00002011-01-17T07:17:13.049-08:00Father Doesn't Know BestFirst TrimesterPregnancyFather's FablesAfter going on a bit of a hiatus from blogging, I'm back with big news: I'm going to be a daddy...again! (But you already knew that from reading the title, didn't you?) Yes, there will soon be one more tiny mouth to feed, one more tiny butt to poop on me, and one more tiny protagonist (or antagonist, depending on how you look at it) for my stories of bumbling fatherly semi-triumphs. Truth be toldhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/yW_bYvicNwo/im-going-to-be-daddyagain.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_-EkD3wdLyJpSglNOYOfC-d0xx0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_-EkD3wdLyJpSglNOYOfC-d0xx0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_-EkD3wdLyJpSglNOYOfC-d0xx0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_-EkD3wdLyJpSglNOYOfC-d0xx0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/yW_bYvicNwo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2011/01/im-going-to-be-daddyagain.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-247001384853334283Fri, 12 Nov 2010 14:30:00 +00002010-11-12T06:30:01.688-08:00TV Show ReviewYo Gabba GabbaZoboomafooThe Upside Down ShowOliviaMama Mirabelle's Home MoviesTop 5TVWhile my nineteen-month-old daughter could care less about whether or not the TV is on in the room that she's playing in, I still try to avoid watching shows with adult themes while she is present. And, because I have a strange obsession with having the TV on for background noise in whatever room I'm in, even if I'm not watching it, I find myself keeping the TV tuned to Sprout or Nick Jr., http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/sJK70iJSJDI/top-5-tolerable-tv-shows-for-toddlers.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)8<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mTPzutwKfrqg4RQrfGd3a3ux4fA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mTPzutwKfrqg4RQrfGd3a3ux4fA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mTPzutwKfrqg4RQrfGd3a3ux4fA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mTPzutwKfrqg4RQrfGd3a3ux4fA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/sJK70iJSJDI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/11/top-5-tolerable-tv-shows-for-toddlers.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-495289640898492274Fri, 05 Nov 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-11-05T06:30:00.425-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestDad BlogHalloweenFather's FablesTrick or TreatPimpingLast weekend was Halloween, a day which my 19-month old daughter has no concept of. Nevertheless, we dressed her up in a Halloween costume and hit the streets to take her trick-or-treating for the first time, to collect a bucket full of candy that we had no intention of letting her eat. We went out with a few of our friends that live nearby, and over the course of an hour my daughter was able http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/alqGCkCpC3w/pimping-for-candy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)1<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e9Fc1IF9p9X47vtN-aaUzyP0g6g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e9Fc1IF9p9X47vtN-aaUzyP0g6g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e9Fc1IF9p9X47vtN-aaUzyP0g6g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/e9Fc1IF9p9X47vtN-aaUzyP0g6g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/alqGCkCpC3w" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/11/pimping-for-candy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-6370071075753267740Fri, 22 Oct 2010 13:35:00 +00002010-10-22T06:35:00.191-07:00Tips and AdviceStaycationPicnicFather Doesn't Know BestHikingPetting ZooFreeParkStaycation IdeasPlaygroundFish HatcherySome time a few years ago, when taking a vacation was outside of people's budgets, a marketing executive somewhere coined the term "staycation" to describe "a period of time in which an individual or family stays and relaxes at home or a nearby hotel, possibly taking day trips to local area attractions." In 2009 Merriam-Webster made it a real word by adding it to their dictionary. While the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/00Ab6DRsSz4/planning-staycation-for-practically.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)2<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u9FI_r7nfwxjFeSBtu2hFOUKrE8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u9FI_r7nfwxjFeSBtu2hFOUKrE8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u9FI_r7nfwxjFeSBtu2hFOUKrE8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u9FI_r7nfwxjFeSBtu2hFOUKrE8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/00Ab6DRsSz4" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/10/planning-staycation-for-practically.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-6135872346596119512Fri, 15 Oct 2010 13:37:00 +00002010-10-15T06:37:00.145-07:00Potty TrainingFather Doesn't Know BestFather's FablesWhile I had fun watching my daughter achieve milestones like her first solid food, first steps, and first words, the milestone that I've been dreading since before she was born seems to be fast approaching: potty training. Starting a few weeks ago, it seemed like she was becoming more aware of when she had a wet or dirty diaper, and as the days went on, she would become visibly uncomfortable http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/V3R9xLCCDQo/its-potty-time.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)3<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eYV0b1uwUAesSY0-bRW_uGSlSj8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eYV0b1uwUAesSY0-bRW_uGSlSj8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eYV0b1uwUAesSY0-bRW_uGSlSj8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eYV0b1uwUAesSY0-bRW_uGSlSj8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/V3R9xLCCDQo" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/10/its-potty-time.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-2787376431193904234Fri, 08 Oct 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-10-11T21:35:04.523-07:00MimicFather Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's FablesImitationIt has been said that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. If that's true, then I should be extremely flattered, because my daughter has recently taken up mimicking everything that my wife and I do and say. In some cases the mimicry is sweet, in most cases it's funny, and occasionally her mimicry borders on the inappropriate. Yesterday, she tried to imitate the sound of me burping. http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/hnyug2zkIKI/monkey-see-monkey-do.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QJ0T6Fqb0kZCoF68AEt1GM8ohjg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QJ0T6Fqb0kZCoF68AEt1GM8ohjg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QJ0T6Fqb0kZCoF68AEt1GM8ohjg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QJ0T6Fqb0kZCoF68AEt1GM8ohjg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/hnyug2zkIKI" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/10/monkey-see-monkey-do.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-7877104855612834392Fri, 24 Sep 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-10-11T21:37:32.396-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestPit BullsFather's FablesToddlerStereotypesIn the animal kingdom there are numerous creatures that are misunderstood. Spiders are often feared even though they serve the purpose of eating garden pests, vultures are synonomous with death but they also act as nature's garbage men. In my home there are two more misunderstood creatures: my toddler and my Pit Bull. If your initial reaction to the fact that I have a toddler and a Pit Bull (a http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/tcgPSpaPPO0/toddlers-and-pit-bulls.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)2<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/26_7-Y3ooROkS-gSYosikx3CGW8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/26_7-Y3ooROkS-gSYosikx3CGW8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/26_7-Y3ooROkS-gSYosikx3CGW8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/26_7-Y3ooROkS-gSYosikx3CGW8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/tcgPSpaPPO0" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/09/toddlers-and-pit-bulls.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-6867973536287793616Fri, 17 Sep 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-10-11T21:38:10.921-07:00FacebookFather Doesn't Know BestDad BlogTwitterThe Evolution of DadNewLogoFather Doesn't Know Best has been up for one year now, and over the course of the last year I've had a lot of fun writing about my experiences as a new father. Originally, I had started FDKB after discovering an underwhelming amount of support for new fathers in the general media, and as a way to share my experiences as a father with others, in the hope that I could provide a little help, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/P2CbXdoB5N0/new-look-same-great-taste.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)2<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FFgXlhSfc1EQCklHTYxr68-IJE4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FFgXlhSfc1EQCklHTYxr68-IJE4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FFgXlhSfc1EQCklHTYxr68-IJE4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FFgXlhSfc1EQCklHTYxr68-IJE4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/P2CbXdoB5N0" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/09/new-look-same-great-taste.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-280859890244763120Fri, 10 Sep 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-09-10T06:30:00.892-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's FablesPinkI love having a daughter. Truth be told, having a daughter has probably allowed me to be a more loving and affectionate father, because I've never been afraid to show my feelings for my daughter or tell her how much I love her. The last seventeen months have been the happiest of my life. Although, while being a daddy to a little girl has consumed every aspect of my life from the moment she was http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/-4rsq2RUr9g/i-think-in-pink.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SXX0XDgDTswSNjHEkPmuhiY8mZU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SXX0XDgDTswSNjHEkPmuhiY8mZU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SXX0XDgDTswSNjHEkPmuhiY8mZU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SXX0XDgDTswSNjHEkPmuhiY8mZU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/-4rsq2RUr9g" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/09/i-think-in-pink.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-3574232078062476566Fri, 03 Sep 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-09-03T06:30:01.803-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's FablesCoincidenceBack when my daughter was just a drooly little bundle of a potato sack that couldn't even command her arms and legs to move under her own volition, much less make sounds that could be translated into anything resembling English, it was fun to pretend that her movements were purposeful and the sounds that she made actually translated into a discernible language. As she got older and her http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/yyulJ4GmzNQ/coincidence-i-think-not.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tDepFMLO4KU7pAhm3YFi9RfWF8c/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tDepFMLO4KU7pAhm3YFi9RfWF8c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tDepFMLO4KU7pAhm3YFi9RfWF8c/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tDepFMLO4KU7pAhm3YFi9RfWF8c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/yyulJ4GmzNQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/09/coincidence-i-think-not.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-9172642878636317668Fri, 27 Aug 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-08-27T06:30:01.316-07:00AntsFather Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's FablesI remember a period of time, when I was a kid, that it seemed like our house was constantly plagued with ants. Regardless of how many ant traps we would lay out, or how many times we sprayed Raid in their path, the ants kept coming back. However, at some point after fighting a losing battle with nature for a few years, the attacks stopped, and the ants left us. Even in my adult life I’ve been http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/NeA3VXKFzX4/welcome-to-paradisefor-ants.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UyWFs11UD7w6V4J1D51jqw-QIgQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UyWFs11UD7w6V4J1D51jqw-QIgQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UyWFs11UD7w6V4J1D51jqw-QIgQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/UyWFs11UD7w6V4J1D51jqw-QIgQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/NeA3VXKFzX4" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/08/welcome-to-paradisefor-ants.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-9192761949655877890Fri, 20 Aug 2010 13:30:00 +00002010-08-20T06:34:58.151-07:00TV Show ReviewYo Gabba GabbaFather Doesn't Know BestDad BlogTVAt some point before my daughter was born, I had read that watching TV before the age of two can be detrimental to a child's development. It had something to do with being able to tell the difference between 2D and 3D images...or something to that effect. So, being optimistically irrational (or is it irrationally optimistic?) new parents, we vowed to keep TV from our daughter's eyes until she washttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/PPz3IyvVRaM/i-want-dj-lance-rocks-hat.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)1<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/joGUK9G04DPkp4zxqVG6rGHN0Oc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/joGUK9G04DPkp4zxqVG6rGHN0Oc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/joGUK9G04DPkp4zxqVG6rGHN0Oc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/joGUK9G04DPkp4zxqVG6rGHN0Oc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/PPz3IyvVRaM" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/08/i-want-dj-lance-rocks-hat.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-8449543685036998798Fri, 13 Aug 2010 13:45:00 +00002010-08-13T06:45:00.215-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's FablesCameraLast weekend, we took our daughter to the state fair. Even at 16 months old, it’s apparent that she really loves animals and even has a library of picture books filled with different animals, from the exotic to the mundane. (Thank you Baby Einstein for teaching my daughter what a Kookaburra is…but maybe we could have just started with “Bird”?) So, we thought the fair would be a fun place for her http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/GIJ3Mmitf5U/life-through-viewfinder.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4IyhDejbVNKCe-pTxXOfl9sWN6Q/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4IyhDejbVNKCe-pTxXOfl9sWN6Q/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4IyhDejbVNKCe-pTxXOfl9sWN6Q/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4IyhDejbVNKCe-pTxXOfl9sWN6Q/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/GIJ3Mmitf5U" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/08/life-through-viewfinder.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-255239544782564744Fri, 30 Jul 2010 13:45:00 +00002010-07-30T06:51:45.503-07:00Honeymoon PhaseFather Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's FablesI used to love traveling. In my previous career, I spent a few days each month travelling around the country, staying in four-star hotels, and eating at steakhouses on someone else's dollar. It was a lot of fun, and although it took me away from my wife and dogs for a few days each time, I really enjoyed it (and rarely felt guilty about it.) As soon as my daughter was born, that all changed. I http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/ot7XLh8titk/honeymoon-phase.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)3<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1_5VD572yhL9Z0ZMoiOt3TU7TYk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1_5VD572yhL9Z0ZMoiOt3TU7TYk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1_5VD572yhL9Z0ZMoiOt3TU7TYk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1_5VD572yhL9Z0ZMoiOt3TU7TYk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/ot7XLh8titk" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/07/honeymoon-phase.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-2356185421906364985Fri, 16 Jul 2010 14:00:00 +00002010-07-16T07:00:03.193-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestFather's FablesChivalry Back when my wife and I first started dating I insisted on the most of the chivalrous standards, including opening doors for her and picking up the dinner bills. Even if it were raining out, and we were taking a car ride anywhere, I would walk around to her side of the car and open the door for her. When my wife got pregnant, my chivalry kicked into exaggerated overdrive as I would try even http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/hBXXtRVkGK4/chivalry-is-dead-fatherhood-killed-it.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x0-aPDQwtiqun3c7UN3C61CFuow/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x0-aPDQwtiqun3c7UN3C61CFuow/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x0-aPDQwtiqun3c7UN3C61CFuow/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x0-aPDQwtiqun3c7UN3C61CFuow/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/hBXXtRVkGK4" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/07/chivalry-is-dead-fatherhood-killed-it.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-2590677137871754226Fri, 09 Jul 2010 14:30:00 +00002010-07-09T22:20:18.297-07:00ScheduleFather Doesn't Know BestWorkTimeFather's FablesI started a new job last week (the reason I missed my usual Friday post) and my new schedule has taken some getting used to, compared to my previous one. Previously, I had a job where I worked a 9 to 5 schedule, including an hour for lunch, Monday through Friday only. My commute took about 8 minutes in either direction, and if there wasn't somebody that was trying to convince me to sell their http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/6TLgCy_SFhU/call-me-crazy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ovd0NO0PZrUtDzAwm_ljYXdDBxE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ovd0NO0PZrUtDzAwm_ljYXdDBxE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ovd0NO0PZrUtDzAwm_ljYXdDBxE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ovd0NO0PZrUtDzAwm_ljYXdDBxE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/6TLgCy_SFhU" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/07/call-me-crazy.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-3572080483668066272Fri, 25 Jun 2010 15:45:00 +00002010-06-25T09:05:16.684-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestblowoutDad BlogFather's FablesdiaperEvery parent has at least one tale of grossness involving their child that they have told countless times because, while it was disgusting and horrifying at the time that it was happening, it was actually a very comical story. My long-standing go-to story was about my experience with my daughter's first public blowout, which happened when my daughter was only a few months old. That http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/A_Hi5IY2xME/new-champion-of-gross-stories.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)1<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jJuNiIWtIgXdQf5eDOYyJKDyBks/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jJuNiIWtIgXdQf5eDOYyJKDyBks/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jJuNiIWtIgXdQf5eDOYyJKDyBks/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jJuNiIWtIgXdQf5eDOYyJKDyBks/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/A_Hi5IY2xME" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/06/new-champion-of-gross-stories.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-6641635674695543226Fri, 18 Jun 2010 15:21:00 +00002010-06-18T08:21:00.427-07:00Father Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's FablesFather's DayYesterday, I got to go to a Father's Day barbeque at my daughter's daycare, my first experience of being "invited" to attend a parent-specific event at the preschool she goes to (even though I pick her up and drop her off from the school on the two days a week that she goes there.) While I was there I found my mind drifting back to last year, my first Father's Day as a dad, and how I spent the http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/NIVIcJbM0Ok/how-time-flies-fathers-day-story.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)0<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bFVaizi5_uwsETz4qr70yBzRcg4/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bFVaizi5_uwsETz4qr70yBzRcg4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bFVaizi5_uwsETz4qr70yBzRcg4/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bFVaizi5_uwsETz4qr70yBzRcg4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/NIVIcJbM0Ok" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/06/how-time-flies-fathers-day-story.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-6473233615554028060Fri, 11 Jun 2010 15:21:00 +00002010-06-11T10:12:24.786-07:00Tips and AdviceSandFather Doesn't Know BestDad BlogTop 5BeachSunscreenLast weekend my wife and I decided to make a day trip to the ocean, a "short" three-hour drive down the road for us. Don't ask me why I decided to be so ambitious, when I could have just as easily driven twenty minutes to our local lake and had that much more time to enjoy the day. Call it a whim. We had been to the beach with our daughter before, when she was about 6 months old, but it was wellhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/cja8kQSbxRU/5-tips-for-successful-beach-trip-with.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)1<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pE6Y5tbrrahuviafqsJvGz0AnIg/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pE6Y5tbrrahuviafqsJvGz0AnIg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pE6Y5tbrrahuviafqsJvGz0AnIg/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pE6Y5tbrrahuviafqsJvGz0AnIg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/cja8kQSbxRU" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/06/5-tips-for-successful-beach-trip-with.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7782141405181409281.post-7588805017014739972Fri, 04 Jun 2010 15:15:00 +00002010-06-07T13:05:04.490-07:00Old PeopleChild MolesterFather Doesn't Know BestDad BlogFather's FablesSince becoming a parent last year I've noticed many baby-related phenomena, the most glaring of which is that it seems that having a child in your presence creates an unspoken invitation for just about anyone to come up and comment about them. Most of the time the comments from strangers are innocent enough, and take the form of compliments: "Oh, she is beautiful!", "She looks just like her http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~3/zYAllCFxnhQ/old-people-are-creepy.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Aaron)4<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KE0jHyLwn1BOw-v-6ke-xN0CqE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KE0jHyLwn1BOw-v-6ke-xN0CqE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KE0jHyLwn1BOw-v-6ke-xN0CqE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/1KE0jHyLwn1BOw-v-6ke-xN0CqE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FatherDoesntKnowBest/~4/zYAllCFxnhQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://www.fatherdoesntknowbest.com/2010/06/old-people-are-creepy.html