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!
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 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 Zessers ponders human adaptability.
And also looks back (with video proof!) on your first encounter with cheese!
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.