Sometimes the things that my boys end up fighting about are astounding.
“He told me to put in PANTS!”
“He keeps singing ALONG with me!”
“He said I’m NOT a NINJA!”
“He ALWAYS gets to hold the Costco receipt!”
“But I wanted to finish lunch FIRST!”
And of course
“HE HIT ME BACK!”
What crazy things do your kids fight about most?
It used to be that the roles of parents were fairly well defined, based on whether the parent in question were a man or a women. Here in the 21st century, where such roles are no longer so clear, many often express confusion about which parenting responsibilities should fall on which parent.
If you too find yourself wondering if you are doing something in the course of raising your children that is really your job, or should be done by your partner, here is a handy guide to help you…
I don’t know what it is about Frozen that has made it such a huge hit — I mean, other than the obvious all-around excellence that makes it massively appealing to children and adults — but clearly Disney is not oblivious to it. The release of Frozen on DVD yesterday felt like it happened really fast (strike while the fire is hot, I guess), but man, I have never in my life heard from more parents who were happy to go pick up a movie on the week it was released.
Get comfy, moms and dads and aunts and uncles and grandparents the world over, because you’re going to be seeing this one a lot.
Parenting is stressful. Parenting is full of joys. It takes you to the deepest lows of self-doubt and frustration, as you carry the burden of trying to mold a new human into a functional member of society. It takes you to the highest of highs from the smallest things, like a child who goes a day without an accident, or the feeling of a job-well done when you see your child show kindness to another.
Remarkably, both extremes make me want to eat my feelings, as reward or as comfort. I’m beginning to believe that this is why I am still fat.
How about you?
I had the opportunity a couple of weeks ago to have a chat with Heidi Murkoff, author of the What To Expect series, talking about dads in the media.
Joining us were some other voices in the dad world, including Matt Schneider and Lance Somerfeld, founders of the NYC Dads group, author, producer and actor Dan Bucatinsky, media consultant and daddy blogger Benjamin Floyd, author and MIT professor Don Unger, teacher and blogger Seth Taylor, and author and cancer fightin’ advocate Jim Higley.
Heidi is a strong advocate for dads, I am happy to say, and it was a great conversation:
It’s March 14th again, and unless you live somewhere with no internet you probably know that geeks everywhere are celebrating Pi Day, when the date (3/14) matches up with the mathematical constant known as “pi” (or π) that is the ratio of a circle’s circumference to its diameter, and is approximately equal to 3.14 when rounded off neatly.
Here’s the thing, though. It’s not people that love math and actually understand the significance of “pi” who really celebrate — though they certainly do! — it’s all people who want an excuse to eat more pie.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
Enjoy your pie!
Have I mentioned that I’ll be at the Dad 2.0 Summit in Houston, Texas in a couple of days? I totally will! I’m going as a representative for the National At-Home Dad Network, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. I’m really looking forward to getting to meet and hob-nob with a chorus-line of my favorite dad bloggers from around the interwebs, not to mention people from various brands who want to “discuss the changing voice and perception of modern fatherhood.”
Yes. We now live in the future.
I’ve seen this pop up a lot this past year, and felt I needed to do something about it.
Did someone post an image, seemingly a screenshot from one of the Back to the Future films, along with a claim that today’s date is the very day that Marty McFly arrived in the future?
You know the one, with hoverboards and automatic shoelaces?
Well, to verify such a claim all you need to do is follow the simple chart above.
Or just watch this clip from the movie itself:
Not October 21st, 2015? Then no. Marty isn’t here yet.
For a long time I’ve considered both of my boys to be, all things considered, “good eaters.” Battles over food are fairly few, and they’ve both been willing to try (and sometimes end up liking a lot) many different, sometimes surprising foods.
That said… they are still toddlers. And given the choice, what they want to eat seems to be the same thing every toddler wants: something other than what I’ve made.
I imagine even the most adventurous toddler’s meal selection would look something like this.
Does this look familiar? What sorts of foods are the “go to” requests for your kids?
This show called Octonauts premiered fairly recently on Disney Junior, based on a series of adorable books by some fantastic and inspiring artists that call themselves Meomi. It quickly became a favorite in our household. It looks great, it’s fun, actually interesting, and just downright cute.
But I could never quite get it out of my head though that there was something might familiar about Captain Barnacles Bear and the Octonauts. I finally figured out why.
This past year my wife and I joined a local gym that has two amazing things going for it over other gyms who have taken my membership money but are little used:
- They offer FREE child care while you exercise! The hours this is offered are slightly limited, but this is a massive incentive for me to get to the gym a couple of times every week.
- Unlike many gyms, each of the showers are private, rather than a wall and a dozen shower heads. Call me crazy, but a couple of extra walls and curtain make me feel a lot more comfortable.
It’s so nice to be able to drop the boys off for an hour or so while I simultaneously get a break, get some exercise, and am able to get a hot shower uninterrupted by a crying baby or invading toddler.
What I have noticed recently though is a startling correlation between the days I don’t get to the gym and the days I never am able to find time for the luxury of a shower. The only exception seems to be days when my lovely wife is home to run defense for me AND I have somewhere I need to go that requires some consideration of personal hygiene.