I don't think there's enough emphasis on helping Dad's be awesome. Good gear, good tips, good company, and the like.
You see, I am a self-described HyperDad. I want to be the best at every aspect of fatherhood (diapering, feeding, teaching how to throw a curveball, hitting a fadeaway jumper, changing the oil, tying shoes, brushing teeth, skipping rocks ... you get the idea) to both of my boys. And I like to think that I would be just as enthusiastic about ponytails, princesses, ponies, and the like if I had a daughter.
In reality, though, I would probably spend my time teaching her how to take a charge, how to catch a frog, and more than anything how to say NO to boys.
Anyhoo, I recently put my fatherhood skills on the line and entered a mommy blogging contest sponsored by baby product manufactures. It appears that they aren't interested in what a Dad has to say. And they certainly aren't interested in making products for us. So I'm doing it on my own. So there.
No, I can't lactate. No, I can't carry a baby in my uterus. Bite me.
