OG DAD #12: Inherit the Wind
A baby is like a Rorschach. An occasionally adorable, periodically screamy blob onto which we project our own fears, delights and inner damage. Or something.
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jerry stahl
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OG DAD #11: How To Depress A Baby
Ideas, as famed vegetarian and human breast milk fan, George Bernard Shaw, once said, are not responsible for the people who embrace them.
OG DAD: Milkaholic
It’s been forty-three days since Baby N came in for landing. Maybe too early to wax sentimental, but not, I hope, to revisit the particular weirdness of Mondo Maternito.
OG DAD: Lick the Sofa and Die
My fear, as a late-in-the game dad, was that somehow I’d end up in diapers before my baby was out of them.
OG DAD: Big Daddy Cannes
First time away from the baby, and the world is a strange new place. Before leaving, I spent an acid-without-the-acid-esque few days contemplating the tiny faux-hawked nipple-sucker perched atop E’s monstro breast.
OG DAD: A Stahl Is Born
Don’t let the idyllic lead full you. The night behind us has been so Game of Thrones-y that even now the blood squishes underfoot, the floor is littered with cast-off scarlet rags, stained plastic gloves.
OG DAD: Dope-A-Mom
Here we are, back in the doctor’s office. Our home away from home. We’ve come, yet again, to try and see why our unborn party ball has yet to start its descent into humanity.
OG DAD: The Anal Cauliflower, and Other Wonders of the Pregnant World
E raised her head on the table, dizzy from doctor-probing. “Wh-what? A hickey?”
OG DAD: Stir Crazy
What going on there in Wombville? Has she heard me fart? Why is she shunning our invitation? Last to leave the party in mommy-gut…
OG DAD: Insane in the Membrane
So, we’re back in the OB/GYN waiting room. Our baby still hasn’t come. The suspense, as they say, is killing me.
OG DAD: The Texas Jew Panel
For reasons I explained last time around, we are having our little she-creature in Austin, which has a reputation as the hipster heart of Texas.
OG DAD: The Hum
OG Dad will recount the adventures of a man who, in the proverbial autumn of his years, or at least the pre pre-autumn, discovers his girlfriend is pregnant. And having a baby. Whereupon hijinks, cosmic and mundane, ensue.