Wednesday, August 11, 2010


I keep some kind of a theme here, when writing about fathers' blogs. Each is very unique, don't get me wrong. Some work very hard to maintain their individuality, while others dive in to embrace their roles as Dads. (No value judgments here, by the way. I'm probably a little bit of both.) Some are funny, other very honest and even sad. Some write essays, others mainly use photos to show their feelings about fatherhood.

But there is a theme. There is the idea that we all have something in common. Sure, bloggers are in general introverts, and men kind of keep their thoughts to themselves anyway (also in general), so it's not very common for men to chat about fatherhood out there in the real world... But by connecting to each other on blogs (and on Twitter. I'm completely sold), we can be almost normal, and that situation we suddenly find ourselves in--namely, fatherhood--actually starts making sense.

But Josh from Dad Street has much more in common with me.

Josh has two kids, just like I do. Both of them add up to 39 months, which is very close to my own kids' 36 months.

What's even stranger is that he has one dog who's 4 years old, which is exactly equal in energy levels to the combined energy of my two 16 year old dogs!

And Josh has lived in Israel and in Baltimore before settling in California. Which is very similar to my situation. The only difference is that I would LIKE to live in California.

Both of us let our kids wander at Target, because it's more fun than sitting in carts.

And both of our older kids are amazing dancers. He refuses to admit it, just like I do with my boy, but I'm sure Josh's girl got her moves from her father.

Really, I'm a new reader, but it's clear from the first sentence you'll read that Josh writes in a very honest way about fatherhood, about his kids, about that whole Balancing thing we do even if we don't know we do it, and about modern life and its contradictions.

And he says Crap a lot.


Tuesday, August 3, 2010

A Parenting Metaphor

I have to say that most of the time, staying at home with two kids is probably not as difficult as I had feared it would be. Sure, there are moments when the girl is crying while I'm defrosting her milk, and the boy is crying because he fell down the stairs, and one dog is staring at me while peeing on the floor, while the other stands in my way because God forbid I go one day without stepping on her toes.

Some days are easy. Everything goes according to plan, and we're all happy when Mommy comes home.

And some days are full of these moments. As soon as I take care of one problem, another comes up. Or to illustrate my point:


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