In which Papa Zesser cuts his baby book reviewer’s teeth on a 12 page (counting covers) French-language picture-book. Can he keep the review as short as the book? Click the headline to find out!
One thing one can never say about baby foods (other than good Canadian cheddar, of course!) is that they are an especially spicy culinary genre. In the first year especially, such kitchen staples as salt, sugar and even honey are verbotten. So it takes more than a little imagination to keep baby satisfied! If the … Variety is the spice of spiceless foods
In which Papa Zesser considers his family’s philosophies of food, and how Mama Raven puts it into practice. Click the headline to read more …!
In which Papa Zesser strives to justify to his daughter his long absence from this blog.
It’s true, she’s having none of it, but maybe you will!
In which Papa Zesser celebrates his daughter’s 100th day on Earth, in his first (of many? he hopes so!) epistle to his darling daughter.
In which Papa Zesser realizes he is (almost) well-rested. Today and for several days (in a row!) previously.
Is it possible the trend will continue?
In which Papa Zesser fesses up to his biggest mistake as a father yet!
Or was it?
And why is a milk-drunk baby promoting this entry?
In which Papa Zesser ponders time’s swiftly flitting arrow, the sheer strangeness of playing soccer with people a generation (and more!) younger than he is, and finally, indulges himself in some picspam, since Raven took a number of really good shots.
Fatherhood ain’t all feeding and diaper changes, ya know!
In which Papa Zesser tries to come to terms with “baby brain”.
Or maybe, is just trying to pin the blame for this blog’s lack of regular production on a helpless infant.
In which Papa Zesser is roused at the un-godly hour of two in the afternoon by a shocking and disgusting development!
Oh sure, the little one looks sweet and innocent, but the truth is something very different indeed …