When my daughter was three and a half, she developed a real “tude.” She seemed to transform from my delightful, lovely, vivacious, angel to an uncontrollable, defiant, demon-kid about every five minutes.
MRS and I debated …

I’m sitting here with my brother and Amber emails me to write a post for MHM. I ask my brother—single, by the way—what I should write about for the Mamas. He says, and I quote, …

Mrs. McDad is a well renowned leadfoot. So, [my daughter]THREE’s recent report didn’t exactly come as a surprise. It did, however, hammer home the point that I now have two little “ratsâ€? in the house. …

Much to MRS’s chagrin, our sex life has popped up as semi-frequent topic on my blog. And today, it rears its ugly head again. In the past I’ve complained about the systematic collapse our bedroom …

(Editor’s Note: We are proud to announce that our very own Mitch McDad received a very generous mention in Time magazine. Hats off to him and all the great daddy bloggers out there!)
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This is dedicated to all you new and almost new dads.
Needless to say, if your lady is on board with nourishing your child from the melons-of-life, count your blessings. Sure you may have to …

A common conundrum plagues the male species. We don’t listen. Our women know we don’t listen. They use this knowledge against us so artfully that it has become mere reflex; so much so that they …