I'm not sure if my blog qualifies as a daddyblog, but whether or not it does, this birth-story post on Baby Roadies qualifies as the epitome of the genre. My favorite bit is the author's paean to his kid:
Hank is sleeping well, letting us know when he’s crapped his pants and he’s going after that teat like a High School freshman. His head isn’t all wobbly like some inferior babies and he has actually rolled over from his back to his stomach twice now. He’s so advanced, our doctor says he is in the infinitieth percentile, which means that he is clearly the best baby that ever lived and there will be no babies better than him in the future. We modestly agree.