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I Can’t Believe I Waited This Long

As of today, right now, this instant, there are less than three weeks remaining until the world has reason to blame my mom and Barry’s mom for letting us live past puberty.

Well, either that or the world will have reason to rejoice.

Personally? I’m betting on the latter.

Yes, dudes and dudettes, in less than three weeks (18 days to be precise) the long-awaited playbook for new dads, the perfect gift for the man suffering through a baby shower, the book every new dad wishes he could have had and now can. . . it’s the publication date of A Dude’s Guide to Babies: The New Dad’s Playbook.

Hoo-rah!

dude cover

Yep, there it is, dudes and dudettes. That is one sweet cover, yeah?

Oh, yeah.

Barry and I really are proud of this book. It took a lot of work to bring it from a passing fancy in Barry’s brain to an actual, for-real, honest-to-FSM book that you can purchase right now and hold in your very own two hands.

In fact, if you haven’t done so, why not go there now and buy a copy? All you have to do is click on the picture there to the right.

Back already?

Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?

Now that you’ve purchased your very own copy, and maybe a couple more copies so you can be prepared when you next go to a baby shower and you’re stuck for a gift and the dad-t0-be is sitting there in the corner looking like a deer in the headlights, unsure what to do.

Go over there, clap him on the shoulder and hand him a copy of A Dude’s Guide to Babies: The New Dad’s Playbook and he’ll be ready to go.

Was that pushy? I didn’t want to be pushy?

One more thing. If you buy the book at Amazon.com, or any other online retailer, please go back and leave a review on the site to let others know how much you liked the book.

The more good reviews we get, the more people will see the book and the more people who see the book, the more people will buy it and leave reviews and so on and so on and so on. Sure Barry and I want you to do it so we can sell more books, but we really do sincerely think it will help a lot of shaky dads-to-be.

That’s all.

Well, let’s be honest. That’s all. For now. I will be back and probably more frequently than is good for me. Or you. Sorry. It’s just I’m so very excited.

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In The Land Of The Armless, The One-Armed Man Is King

by Richard

To quote Mel Brooks, “It’s good to be the king.” Or at least it would be if I really were in the land of the armless. Unfortunately, I’m in the normal land here where most everybody has two arms, two hands and can actually get stuff done.

Yep, you guessed right. It’s time for a whine-fest.

It’s been almost two weeks since I had my shoulder operated on and I’m already getting very, very, very tired of walking around with one arm in a sling, strapped to my body. My right arm is basically useless. I’ve been told I can’t even hold things with my right hand because I don’t want to strain the newly repaired muscles and tendons in my shoulder.

I never realized how much I actually do during the day until I couldn’t do any of those things.

I have to get help from my young dudes to tie my shoes. Zipping up is a monumental task. Putting on deodorant requires a few acts of contortions that would strain the credulity of India rubber men at the freak show. I can’t even wash dishes.

See, the thing is I know I have ADD. I can’t sit and do just one thing. If I’m watching TV, I’ll also need to read a book at the same time because I can’t just watch. During most evenings, I will be doing stuff in the kitchen while also keeping an eye on the TV or something similar. Now I can’t.

TV, by itself, is just so boring.

Sitting at the keyboard to write is a chore now. I have to type so very slowly. By the time my fingers have hunted-and-pecked their way to being even with my brain, my brain has moved on and forgotten what I was writing about in the. . .

Still, I can’t get too annoyed. I know I will get the use of my right arm back. Eventually. I’m a lot luckier than a lot of people who are learning to adjust to life with only one arm.

Still. . .

Still. . .

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