A Santa Fe dad shares heartwarming, comic, often ludicrous tales of raising a family in this laugh-out-loud book perfect for anyone who enjoys the edgy humor of David Sedaris or the whimsical commentary of Dave Barry. Waxing both profound and profane on issues close to a father’s heart—from exploding diapers to toddler tantrums, from the horrors of dressing up as Frosty the Snowman to the moments that make a father proud—Robert Wilder brilliantly captures the joys and absurdities of being a parent today.
With an artist wife and two kids—a daughter, Poppy, and a son, London—Robert Wilder considers himself as open-minded as the next man. Yet even he finds himself parentally challenged when his toddler son, London, careens around the house in the buff or asks the kind of outrageous, embarrassing questions only a kid can ask. A high school teacher who sometimes refers to himself jokingly as Mister Mom (when his wife, Lala, is busy in her studio), Wilder shares warmly funny stories on everything from sleep deprivation to why school-sponsored charities can turn otherwise sane adults into blithering and begging idiots.
Whether trying to conjure up the perfect baby name (“Poppy” came to his wife’s mother in a dream) or hiring a Baby Whisperer to get some much-needed sleep, Wilder offers priceless life lessons on discipline, potty training, even phallic fiddling (courtesy of young London). He describes the perils of learning to live monodextrously (doing everything with one hand while carrying your child around with the other) and the joys of watching his daughter morph into a graceful, wise, unique little person right before hiseyes.
By turns tender, irreverent, and hysterically funny, Daddy Needs a Drink is a hilarious and poignant tribute to his family by a man who truly loves being a father.

This compilation feels like a compendium of rejects from Wilder's hum)or column for the Santa Fe Reporter; it's a snide commentary on fathering two young children that masks parental indolence with humor. Breezy but shallow, the essays quickly grow tiresome. On the prospect of growing from two children to three, for example, Wilder writes, "Why go to zone defense when you can survive just fine with man-to-man?" Bill Cosby's body of work and Tim Bete's In The Beginning...There Were No Diapers: Laughing and Learning in the First Years of Fatherhood have shown that it's possible to poke fun at fatherhood, but Wilder's effort feels particularly undignified. It's hard to be simultaneously snarky and decent, and here his leanings toward the former win out. While the book paints a vivid portrait of paternal love, it also shows a dad who's not trying very hard as a parent. Not recommended.-Douglas C. Lord, Connecticut State Lib., Middletown Copyright 2006 Reed Business Information.