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Advice For Dads

Letter to The Baby: A word about your father

Dear Little One,

I am writing this to you on Father's Day, so it seems like a good time to tell you about your Papa, and just how lucky you are to have him.

You're not a Dork. You're a Dad

Every year, I get hired to write something about the dorky Dad. Or the clueless Dad or the Dad who has no idea how to pull his pants up in the morning and Lord knows he's not going to know how to raise a baby unless some way-wiser woman tells him how. It makes for good media, it's funny and for the most part harmless. I just want to tell you guys though what I really think. I think you're awesome. The world would be a sorry place without Dads. We need you guys because...You're Guys. A Dad's contribution is as important to a child's wellbeing, growth, development and security as Mom's.

A New Dad's Field Guide

Back in the days when men hunted with clubs and didn’t worry about back hair, fatherhood was a simple concept: 1. Have sex. 2. Be conveniently out hunting or gathering when baby arrived. 3. Behold offspring and grunt approvingly. // Years later, fathers still were an unwelcome appendage in the birth process. My own dad told me that after I was born and Mom was getting dressed to take me home, the nuns in the Catholic hospital where she had me made him leave the room so he wouldn’t see my mother wearing her slip.

A Guy's Guide To Having A Baby

The first thing that happens when you announce your wife’s pregnancy is people congratulate you. The next thing they do is start telling you how it will go and what you should do. The most specific advice—nearly all of it useless—will come from your single friends, while those with children will just arch an eyebrow and say “Hmmm” when you mention your plans. Never mind: Here’s everything you really need to know.

x-treme dad

Skateboarding. You probably picture wild teenagers doing it, not responsible family men. But at the same time that he became the most successful and spectacular star in the sport’s history, Tony Hawk found ways to be fully involved in raising three sons: Riley, 9, from a previous marriage, plus 3-year-old Spencer and 10-month-old Keegan with wife Erin. Given Hawk’s fast-paced life (he’s starting a 24-city tour soon), we were lucky to catch him in his Southern California home.

Dads and Daughters

If you’re expecting a baby girl—or have a brand-new one—you might find it hard to imagine her going off to school and playing sports, let alone dating, getting her first job or even choosing a husband. But those days will be here before you know it, and there are ways to give her a leg up right now.

Becoming Dad

A group of men — some of them expecting fathers, some dads already — got together recently over pizza and beer to talk about what it’s really like to be a parent. Once we edited out all the Monty Python jokes and references to that cute chick on Survivor: The Australian Outback, what was left were honest admissions, valuable advice and true tenderness. That, and a couple of veggie slices, which one dad-to-be took home for his pizza-craving wife. 

Hands-On Dad

The baby cries and cries during my first extended experience holding an infant.  Offering to give two friends a break, I had convinced them that I was the man for the job of  baby-sitting their 3-month-old boy. My generosity sprang from self-interest. I wanted to have children with my wife, but she complained that my actions when babies were around made me a liar. As the youngest of four, I had no experience baby-sitting. When my wife and I visited friends with children, I wouldn’t pick up the babies.

A New Dad's Q&A

I humbly ask your forgiveness for what I’m about to do. I’m about to break the No. 1 rule of being a man: Thou shalt not ask for directions.

And Dad Makes Three

What time will you be home tonight?” I ask the man in my life, Brett, as he walks out the door every Saturday evening. “Will you be home tonight?” invariably follows.  Brett is on his way to a bar or to dinner with a “friend.” Sometimes he comes home; sometimes he doesn’t. When he does, it’s usually very late — after the clubs close. He wakes me up with a whispered “hi” and slides in next to me under the covers. He holds me and tells me how his night went. I tell him what Robby, my 5-year-old son, and I did. Then we fall asleep — usually with me clinging Siamese-twin close to him.