Monday, September 30, 2013
A lot of the stuff was good nostalgia but had no value to anyone other than me. The one item that caught my eye was an old issue of Nintendo's player magazine, Nintendo Power. This issue was the premiere edition and was in great shape. I did a little research and found out that not only was this a sought after item but that two key components in the issue were considered somewhat rare: the included fold out map and a rear poll card. My issue had both.
I listed it on ebay later that day. I didn't get a huge amount for it ($73.00) but for something that had been sitting in the basement since my childhood and that had gone in the trash, I was pretty surprised and happy that I got anything for it. I wonder what made the 10 year old me think that this was worth setting aside. I wonder what the girls will be giving me to hold onto.
Friday, September 27, 2013
Wednesday, September 25, 2013
Monday, September 23, 2013
Somebody on a forum I belong to suggested last week that I did not have a "real job." Sure, technically speaking by the literal definition, he might be right. What was insinuated, that I do not work, is what I found bothersome. Below is my response.
"Haha, that's rich.
I don't blame you for thinking that way though. Before I was a stay at home dad to two children I was pretty ignorant to how much hard work being a domestic engineer was. I can assure you, I don't watch soap operas all day while sitting on the couch eating bonbons...
If you've never had to be at the beck and call of another person, someone who was wholly unable to look after their own well being and needs, than you have no idea just how much work it is. Now add into the mix that this person does not listen to reason, has no knowledge of logic and at times will ignore everything you say to writhe on the ground in a fit and you can see where the tough part begins. Multiply it by two...that is what I deal with.
On top of that add cook, taxi driver, maid and catch-all to the list as well as changing shitty diapers and I would argue that my job is far more work and more "real" than most people's. Plus the money I save the household by being home vs putting the kids in day care each month is equal to enough income to pay the house note and some of the bills."
In case you are wondering about the bird...that is just for all the folks I've encountered in the past two years that share his mindset. Oddly enough, nearly all of them were morons who are lazy and couldn't handle it. Maybe this post should have been titled "The Punch in the Face."
Friday, September 20, 2013
We met at a park and Sailor and his daughter killed it on the playground while he and I lamented our previous experiences being ostracized and shunned by stay-at-home moms. We bonded over our similarities and our surprise at the costs of daycare. We shared tips and tricks and discussed all the manly things we've forced our daughters into. It was awesome and we were both stoked.
In the end, the girls cooled their jets and ate a snack while we sat and bathed in the warm glow of catharsis. We made plans to meet again and talked about where we should go. I was surprised that he had met one other stay-at-home dad and it made me want to form a network or support group. Having harbored these feelings of being alone and experiencing the desperation and loneliness, I wanted to get in touch with other dads like us and let them know they are not alone.
Or maybe I just want more guys with kids and no jobs to drink beer with. You be the judge...and seriously, if you are reading this and you know a stay-at-home dad in or around Birmingham, please send him my way.
Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Monday, September 16, 2013
So Jimmy Dean's "Big Bad John" came on and almost immediately the girls were captivated by it. The largely spoken track, styled much like a story from traditional American folklore, tells the tale of a Cajun miner and a doomed mine. It was a big hit for Dean and won him a Grammy in 1962.
The lines "Big John" and "Big Bad John" are repeated several times in the 3 minute track. Towards the end I heard Sailor, in a bass tone, emit her own "Big John" which made Ruby and I both laugh out loud. Over the course of the week the girls asked to hear the song again and again and Sailor's "Big John" has been uttered at random points for no apparent reason. It is painfully cute and never gets old. I know their obsession and her take on it won't last so I am enjoying it while I can.
Friday, September 13, 2013
I used to try and clean it all immediately. I guess part of learning to be a parent is learning not to freak out about everything because believe me, there can be a lot to freak out about. In a few years when everything settles down a bit and the girls learn better control, self and otherwise, I'll have to spend a couple week going over everything in the house with a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. Until them, I'm just going with the flow...and learning to live in a house covered in color streaks.
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
Friday, September 6, 2013
I have bene thinking ever since about what I will say and do when she gets older and the conversation becomes a little less make-believe and a little more real. I am sure as she grows into her teenage years (and begins to despise and dislike her parents and all that we enjoy and represent) that she will probably not want a bike anymore just on principle. In the event that she does, what will I say and how will I act? I know I could start her young on a mini-bike and let her grow into bigger bikes learning how to ride safely as she goes but the thought can be a bit scary.
It is a hard decision for me, walking the line as a rider and as a father. I lost a good friend to a motorcycle accident in High School. I gamble it all every time I get on the road so I am not a stranger to the risks...and I am not sure I am willing to put it on the line when it comes to my children. I will not discourage them and I am thinking they'll get a lot of closed lot time. When they get on the road will be based on their ability and maturity as they get older if they want to pursue it.
Every time something like this comes up I am reminded that even though they don't always seem like it, these are the easy times. With us providing a safety net and a lot of the decision making the girls are free to stumble and fall with little to no consequence. As they grow and the net slowly pulls out from under them, the work we do now will be that much more important and the stakes much, much higher. All we can do is give it our best. Here's to hoping the foundation sticks.
Wednesday, September 4, 2013
Monday, September 2, 2013
Special thanks to our friends TJ and Amy who kept the girls all weekend so we could make the trip. Between their kids and ours, I can only imagine the chaos they endured. Also a big congrats is in order for our friends Christy and Davis who tied the knot. Best wishes on the new chapter.