In our household, the lines of the past that steadfastly identified what was considered "man" and "woman" responsibilities were more opaque. It's not the easiest job in the world, but to be honest I felt pretty good about being what most people would label a "modern dad" and I wore that title like a badge of honor. My title was put to the test however the day my wife brought a particular hula monkey toy home for my son…
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Baby Blastoff's styles and colors are carefully chosen by Emily to work for any gender, while still being super-fun and hip. Emily's mission is to create an alternative to the "pink is for girls, blue is for boys" paradigm in children's clothing. As a life-long tomboy who was forced into girly pink-y princess clothing growing up, I raise my glass of whiskey to you, Emily. Fight the good fight!
Throughout my pregnancy I'd sit with my friends, often at a bar, sipping orange juice and Seven-Up and suspiciously eyeing my other female friends who weren't drinking. I watched drinking patterns to see whether or not I could "score" a maternity leave buddy for at least part of my year as a stay-at-home mom. Although I have many close friends who often act as designated driver, no one was pregnant while I was. I have a handful of mom friends who are at home right now, but they all live outside of the city and on average are a fifty-three minute drive away.
We very intentionally moved to our current home after a series of not-quite-right trials elsewhere in the country. In such a site, we saw our lives unfolding with love, adventure, and fresh air. And then, we lived in the home for a year, and realized things were not the way they had first seemed. The less pleasant characteristics of our neighborhood began to creep in, and their severity ranged from small to glaring.
I love my dog, but I don't like him anymore. I used to be able to look past his constant barking, awful separation anxiety that leaves us un-wanted surprises when we get home (we've tried medication and behavior modification), and tendency to knock over our toddler often. I used to get angry with my husband when he would talk about not liking our dog, but now that I'm pregnant with our second, I find myself in the same boat. I don't want my dog to be gone, I just want to enjoy him like I used to.
What the hell is spool knitting you ask? Spool knitting (aka "French knitting") is basically knitting done in a constant spiral instead of in rows. It's typically used to make sleeves and socks, but a small spool, like the kind I used as a kid, produces what's basically a long rope. And here's how it's done…
When we started planning our first international family trip, we had a few co-parenting hoops to jump through; negotiation and compromise is often the name of the co-parenting game. For this trip to happen, I had to assure my son's father that he would continue to have the routine contact he enjoys in our daily life, and that we would keep him apprised of our travel plans. As I sat down to work all the kinks out in this travel agreement, I learned several valuable lessons we will continue to employ as we enjoy traveling as a family and keeping all branches of our family tree satisfied and smiling.
While there are plenty of things that haven't made touring any more difficult with our baby, there are also plenty of considerations we take that probably seem first nature by now. We have to figure out nap times. We keep bedtime in mind. We're always surveying our venues, hangouts, and potential non-motor-home sleeping quarters for baby-friendliness. Luckily, we're self-sufficient: we have two forms of heat (propane and electric), plenty of blankets, and everything we need inside our mobile house.