This morning Joey came up to me and asked a question.
“Daddy, what do bees do?”
Once I got over the relief of realizing he didn’t ask what birds and bees do, I got excited about the question. As I’ve talked about before, the opportunity to teach our kids stuff, and not just feed and bathe them, is really the part of parenting I’ve been most looking forward to. And, finally, standing right in front of me, was a bouncy ball wrapped in skin with a very serious desire to learn.
For years I have heard how great it is. How it’s my loss for being too proud, or too stubborn, to give it a try. I refused to believe I was stubborn. Hell-o, irony. Nice to meet ya. Instead, I considered myself to be disinterested, not really caring either way. But yesterday, I changed my mind. I decided, that for all men everywhere, I would step outside my comfort zone and try something new. (Cue the theme music.)
After all, how could I feel good about encouraging the kids to extend themselves as they grow up if I wasn’t willing to take that advice myself? That thought, and the possibility that I might actually enjoy it, led me to get in the car with my wife and head over to the local strip mall to put my gender stereotypes aside.
When gas prices got really high you heard all the experts suggest that you save up all your errands for one day and map out the most efficient route so you don’t backtrack and use up unnecessary gas. It was all about efficiency.
I wish someone had explained that to Joey. A perfect example is bedtime. As much as we’d like to have a routine, we haven’t been able to get one to stick. It’s hard in the summer too. I like to use the sun going down as proof that it’s time for bed. Works great when they’re tucked in before dinner during the winter and then blows up in my face when it’s twilight at quarter to ten in July.
One of my favorite new websites is one called Upworthy. It’s a collection of topics, videos and ideas that their staff has curated from the internet. All of their content is somehow tied in to social issues that we are faced with. I don’t always agree with their stance, but the ideas usually do make me think at least. Read more of this post… →
Not long ago I was at the mall, walking through the food court with the family. I was enjoying a free sample of fried-chicken and this woman came running up to us looking panicked. She said “I wanted you to know that he’s been hitting her.”
I looked down at the double-wide stroller and sure enough, Joey was halfway in Gianna’s seat playing “Why are you hitting yourself” with her face. That’s bad. It’s bad that he hit her and it’s bad that I was too busy chowing on Chicken Now to notice that my son was trying to reconstruct my daughter’s face in public. (That’s me, charter member of the Bad Dad Club.) But that’s not my biggest concern in this story. Boys will be boys; big brothers will beat the crap out of their little sisters.
There’s a club out there for everyone. And now, with the expansiveness of the internet, if you’ve got an interest (no matter how strange or quirky it is), you can find others like you. That’s great for people who like to play chess underwater. It’s also great for us parents. Because, once we have kids, we belong to a club too.
It’s my wife’s birthday today. I’m older than she is, so there won’t be any wisecracks about her age. Anyway, I really believe that you’re only as old as you feel, which makes today even more confusing for her.
As parents of young kids, we live in a cloudy funk of blended days. They are blurs of consciousness, sort of like that scene in Old School when Will Farrell gets shot with the tranquilizer gun…
Yesterday the power went out in our house for a few hours. Dani and Gianna were out and Joey was getting restless in the house. The thunderstorm had passed and the sun came out, so I took him for a “walk” around the block. He obviously had a ton of pent up energy as I learned when he put on a one-man concert for the entire neighborhood, using my face as his drums. Check it out…
On Saturday Dani and I took the kids to our local Susan G. Komen Race For the Cure event. I have two aunts that are afflicted with breast cancer and it is a cause that is very personal to my entire family. My aunts, uncles and cousins have been attending since my first aunt was diagnosed more than seven years ago and for one reason or another I hadn’t been able to attend until this year.
When we walked in I was overwhelmed, not only with the shear amount of participants, but also with the emotion that each one brought with them. Almost everyone there was either a survivor themselves or was walking/running in support of one. Sadly, there were others that were there in memory of someone they’d lost to breast cancer.