I was annoyed. It was past her bedtime, she was “summer stalling”, Mama had already read three books, now she wanted me to read the final book, but first she wanted socks, but not any of the three options I gave her, she wanted to pick, and then she wanted to go show mama. As I stood at her door with my arms crossed waiting for her to return from sock-show-and-tell, I remembered she was only three. I uncrossed my arms, waited patiently for her to do toddler things, and eventually she came stomping back to complete the evening ritual, because toddlers always stomp.
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From the moment we become parents (and during the 9-months prior for the mamas), we start having things taken away – our body, our time, our energy, our freedom, our control, etc. It’s rare when we suddenly gain something back of importance. Relax, I’m not getting all existential on you. I’m a simple guy and I appreciate simple things – like freeing up a power outlet in my kitchen with a new outlet containing two USB connectors! That’s right. I can now charge three devices where I was once only able to charge one (let’s be realistic, the coffee maker is not going anywhere!)
“Fixer Upper” is in my head; I want it to stop.
Part of parenting is being inundated with kid’s entertainment. The only problem with kid entertainment is that it’s typically super catchy, super annoying, and super repetitive.
September 22, 2013, was a pretty special day.
For those of you unacquainted with that particular day over two years ago, it was the day Isabel was born. It was the day Mama and I officially became Mama and Papa, and the day that our lives changed forever. And while we both have a ton to thank Isabel for, with Father’s Day around the corner, I am going take the mic for a bit.
It’s a well known fact that we Californians are suffering terribly because of the drought. My grass is turning brown and I live in constant fear that the water patrol will fine me for my errant sprinklers. The “record-shattering” El Niño that was hyped by nearly every weather expert also wasn’t nearly as “record-shattering” to us in SoCal as it was to our friends up north, nonetheless, it did keep my grass looking sharp this winter (and kept a few more dollars in my bank account). But, if the powers-that-be really really want to conserve water, they’d do one thing – figure out a way to explain to toddlers the perils of wasting water.
In my 2.5 years of parenting I’ve acquired many new physical and mental skills. I can cook dinner one-handed, survive Costco with a toddler, cruise the carpool lane at all times (yes, this is a skill), conduct conference calls holding a kid, concentrate amidst body-cringing screams, and sleep nearly anywhere.
Leaving the house with a toddler is always an adventure. Sometimes we get the angelic toddler who willingly sits in the shopping cart or stroller for the duration of the trip eating gummies and raisins; other times we get the whiny, finicky, “I want to be carried” toddler, who can’t be pleased (in her defense, this is rare). I swear if there was a way to go shopping that removed this variable entirely, it would make life much easier. Read more