[This week’s post is brought to you by two weeks of interrupted sleep, dirty diapers, and belching with my beautiful daughter. It’s not my best nor most cerebral post, but I hope you enjoy it.] First degree burns from your steering wheel. The smell of sun-dried ketchup. A run through the sprinkler to—as my 3-year-olds […]
Life and Parenting
I Have SCS: Smartphone Checking Syndrome
My smartphone is the best and worst part of my life. Do you remember a time when you didn’t carry your life around in your pocket? Some of you young whipper snappers may not, but old Dr. Curious didn’t get his first Motorola flip phone until sophomore year of college. We didn’t even have internet […]
Did We Wait Too Long to Have Children?
Our first child was born when my wife and I were 35-years-old, an age at which—in some parts of the world or in past centuries—we might have reasonably been expecting our first grandchild. We were even late to the childbirth party by contemporary standards: the mean age of first-time mothers in the United States in […]
Welcome, New Human!
The Curious family—Big Brother T, Dr-Mrs-Dr. Curious, and I—were thrilled to welcome our new daughter, Baby S, to the world this past weekend. She arrived via a single gargantuan push, as second children are wont to do, while I stared unhelpfully in anticipation—my only job, to call out the baby’s sex for mommy, forgotten in […]
Yes, I’ll Wrestle with You
I don’t have many memories from my life as a young child: a few images or feelings that, given the malleability of memory, may or may not represent reality. With this letter (and perhaps others in the future), I hope to provide my son with a window into his life and our relationship during his […]
A Parenting Book for Nihilists?
[This post turned into a book review, something I had not really planned but, hey, anything goes here. Hope you enjoy it (and check out the book)!] The literature on parenting is daunting (and inconsistent) at best, overwhelming (and wrong) at worst. I dabbled in it during months leading up to the birth of my son, but fatigue […]