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January 19, 2007

Notes From The Dad-o-Sphere

Honest, I'm not trying to steal Peter's thunder; it's just that I promised some folks I'd give them some love today.

First, if you haven't checked out Strollerderby, the blog lovechild of Babble.com, please do. Apparently I'm a Hip (grrrrrrrr) Urban Parent, but don't the fact that they let me in the door dissuade you; lots of good bloggers contribute, and it's worth checking out.

Second, brand new to the Dad-O-Sphere is The Father Life, a monthly 'zine (really - you have to download it!) chock full of good stuff. Is it chock? Or chocked? Whatever. It's pretty cool.

Finally, Maya's Mom has a contest going on; details can be found here. The manwinner will received a fabulous crown, handmade by legendary blacksmith and occasional DadCentric contributor Jay Allen.

TFGIFF!

Comments

I believe the term is Chokas

That's what we say here anyway, like after a meal.

"ohhhh mate, I'm fucking chokas"

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