My son is turning seven months old this weekend.  As my first child and obviously only child, I’ve had to endure the slew of challenges that every new father has had to face – the shrill, high pitch cry-scream combination, the green sludge pouring from his rosy bottom, and the endless shopping list of items that only further reduce my PS3 video game fund.  But …

There are some things about my son in particular that I can honestly say that very few other parents have had to cope with.  In fact, no more than 1 in 100 according to the national growth statistics that are shared with our friendly, neighborhood mid-wife (remember we’re in Australia).  My son is a colossus.  He’s titanic.  He’s gargantuan. [Read Column]

My wife and I recently bought a house in the country where she has one of her dental practices.  Most houses in Australia fall into one of two categories.  They are either new, art deco pieces of crap the likes you’d see in Miami without the Cuban color palette or 85 years old with tin roofs and brick walls.

Our house falls into the second category.  It’s old, grows cob webs, and is nestled into a jungle-like yard and garden.

We have one bathroom in our new house, which is just great when my wife decides that she wants to spend an hour on the loo, browsing the Internet and chatting with her family.  Are you catching my sarcasm?  Cause I’m laying it on pretty thick.

The one bathroom thing is not exactly true.  The house is actually old enough that its got a largely ignored and disused outdoor toilet adjoined to the back porch, as well.  It doesn’t flush, so I just pick a spot near our annoying neighbor’s fence when my wife has monopolized the crapper for her eBay browsing. [Read Column]

My wife has this completely unsupported notion that listening to classical music will make you smarter.  She’s a doctor … ok, so she’s a dentist … but she’s got more medical, scientific know-how than I do.  In fact, thirteen years of medical training in dentistry, aesthetics, prosthodontics, masters, blah blah blah. [Read Column]

I’ve had the opportunity to do a lot of jobs in my brief tenure in the working world: paperboy, dish washer, accounting clerk, pizza cook, janitor, help line technician, lawn mower, computer tech, office assistant, legal aide, caterer, developer, graphic designer, and online marketer.  Since I’ve married a prosthodontist, I can add a new role to that list: dental assistant. [Read Column]

One of the biggest problems that I faced when I got married and now again that I’ve got a newborn son (4 months and counting) was the transition from bachelor to husband and now to stay-at-home dad. There is a profoundly different mindset and collection of priorities that have to be changed nearly overnight for the arrangement to be successful. Or at least semi-successful. [Read Column]