Just a quick thank you to everyone who's congratulated me on Facebook and on Twitter and, you know, in person. And if you don't know what I'm talking about, well, I'm talking about this cutie (the one on the left):
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
While some things give us reasons to argue, some things have been instinctively clear to both of us.
For example, while we disagree on the best way to deal with our 2-year-old boy when he throws food off the table, we didn't have to agree never to call each other Mom and Dad. It has been clear from the beginning.
Maybe it's because we share the feeling that our identities beyond Parent must be maintained, or maybe it just doesn't sound good to us. But there's just never been a question. Never been a discussion. Never an argument. We WILL NOT call each other "Mom" and "Dad."
But now that he's started referring to both of us as "Honey"... Well...
For example, while we disagree on the best way to deal with our 2-year-old boy when he throws food off the table, we didn't have to agree never to call each other Mom and Dad. It has been clear from the beginning.
Maybe it's because we share the feeling that our identities beyond Parent must be maintained, or maybe it just doesn't sound good to us. But there's just never been a question. Never been a discussion. Never an argument. We WILL NOT call each other "Mom" and "Dad."
But now that he's started referring to both of us as "Honey"... Well...
Thursday, March 11, 2010
It's been a few months since Gabriel left his first comment on this blog. He's commented here a few times since then, and I did the same on his blog. I commented on many posts, none of them I can find right now... Like the one he wrote about his son de-friending him on Facebook. Come on... I have to find it... There you go.
But with months of me visiting his blog, today was actually the first time I read his About section, which is actually a Frank Capra-esque 10-part story of a man struggling to keep the promises he's made to his family as he faces brutal reality.
Those ten posts are a great introduction to the blog, although, like me, you can get in at any time and find accessible, friendly, and honest writing.
Monday, March 1, 2010
When she gave my boy some cars to play with, I was happy.
When she gave him some ribbons to put in his hair, I thought, "This could be a learning experience."
When she gave him a toy brush to use on her unicorns, I thought, "Why Not?"
When she asked him how he'd like to dress her barbies, I thought, "Well, he looks like he's having fun."
But when she took his hand, walked him to the kitchen, pointed at her collection of mermaid fridge magnets, and asked, "Which mermaid would you like to be?" I dragged him back to the toy cars.
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