As a stay at home dad, I don’t get all caught up in trying to portray some manly macho image to my kids or to the world to counter act the fact that I stay home and do a traditionally female role. It honestly doesn’t cross my mind 99% of the time. We have 3 boys and 1 girl and I can’t say that I go around intentionally trying to steer their play time toward “gender appropriate” toys. If my daughter wants to play with monster trucks or footballs then I let her and if my boys want to play with princesses and baby dolls then I let them do that too.
Recently my youngest child hit one of those major milestones. I’m not talking about taking his first step or speaking his first word. I’m talking about being able to sit up in a grocery cart by himself.
Saturdays in the South during the Fall are dedicated to one thing…College Football. Last weekend was no different. My family has had 4 season tickets to the Florida Gators for 52 years. I went to my first game when I was 6 years old, I was hooked. Gamedays were a big deal when I was a kid. My whole family would meet at my grandparent’s house and 4 lucky people would get to go to the game and everyone else would stay behind and have a game watching party.
We don’t do a whole lot of arts & crafts around my house. It’s not that I have some aversion to it. I actually enjoy painting and the like, but it’s really challenging with little kids. It’s usually super messy, set-up & clean up take 45 minutes while the project itself only lasts 10 and the resulting project will either end up in the trash or a box in the garage within 3 days. Today, however, I decided we were going to throw caution to the wind and break out the paints.
Trips to the doctor’s office are always unpredictable. Thankfully today was one of those days where my wife had off and I didn’t have to take all the kids in with me. The two youngest had well-checks so I tossed some extra snacks into my bag and off we went. Both kids fell asleep in the car on the way…that’s going to mess up nap times later. After checking in and clearing up an issue where they got one of my other kids mixed up with another child on a previous visit I head to the waiting room. The waiting room is always a special adventure. I sit there like a fly on the wall while the moms carry on with their motherhood conversations. Today’s topic of conversation was public breastfeeding.