If you’re looking to elevate your holiday gift-giving experience this year, it’s time to ditch those crumpled, ancient Christmas lists.

My weekends are hijacked by random kids’ birthday parties, and I'm over it.

Shoes have started mysteriously disappearing around our house. Where have they gone?

Welcome to the chaos of sleep regression! When your baby’s sleep schedule becomes a wild mystery novel, filled with plot twists and midnight awakenings.

I’ve seen the inside of a doctor’s office more times this year than I had in the entire 37 years of my life. Thanks, kids!

Welcome to the thrilling world of competitive parenting, where the race to give your kid a leg up starts before they even set foot in kindergarten.

One thing you quickly learn as a parent: everything is perpetually sticky. Seriously, everything.

I want to explore something that my wife and I have noticed: the darker side of technology that’s ruining our relationships with our children.

Forget the terrible twos and the horrible threes -let’s talk about the little monster that shows up when your child turns five

This parenting gig is exhausting, and sometimes, no matter how hard we try to be perfect, things inevitably go wrong.

My laid-back dad attitude has translated into more laughter and fewer psycho-kid meltdowns. That’s what dads are here for, right?

Struggling with the question: How many gifts does a 7-month-old really need for Christmas?

What is it about babies that makes everyone feel the need to touch them? They’re like tiny tractor beams for unsolicited rubs, pokes, and pats.

This summer, my wife and I took the plunge into the world of youth sports, thinking our 4-year-old son, would have the time of his life. Spoiler alert: we were wrong.

I faced the inevitable challenge of explaining death to our little one for the first time.