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Thursday, May 24th, 2012
A year and a half.
It was a year ago yesterday that The Dadabase officially premiered on Parents.com with “Welcome To The Dadabase.”
Today, I want to share some advice with any mom or dad out there who is considering, or at least curious about, starting their very own mommy or daddy blog.
If you’re wanting to start blogging about your kid mainly just to share with friends and family, then I simply recommend going to WordPress.com and get to typin’. That’s all the advice you need from me.
But if you are like I was back in April 2010, recently having found out I was going to be a parent and wanting to be the best darn baby blogger I could be with hopes of “going pro,” then this article is perfect for you.
Here are my top 7 tips on how to start a baby blog:
1. Be both personal and international. You want to engage two different types of necessary readers: Friendly Followers-family and friends who read your stuff because they love you and your cute kid. And Cosmic Crashers- people who don’t care who you are but want to learn about some buzzing new topic you’re covering in the world of parenting.
2. Be different. Before I started my blog, I was determined to find my “schtick.” I wanted to be the first ever daddy blogger who documented his thoughts from the moment he went public with the pregnancy, on a weekly basis.
Even now, I don’t know of any other dad who has done this. You can go back for over two years and find between one and seven blog posts each week about my son and my thoughts as a dad. What’s your schtick?
3. Be willing to be wrong. I am constantly wrong when it comes to my opinions and viewpoints regarding all those polarizing, controversial parenting topics from circumcision to raising a vegetarian child.
Not only am I wrong at least half the time, I’m totally cool with it. I don’t mind being crucified one day and praised the next. I am both the good and the bad guy.
4. Be consistent. Can you commit to writing at least one blog post per week? If not, stop reading now because this isn’t for you.
Just like with advertising, your work needs to be omnipresent. And just like with the news, it needs to be fresh.
5. Be egotistical. Speak with authority. Assume your story is interesting, then prove it. Ever heard of what’s called “the blogger’s ego?” Well, I depend on it.
6. Be weird. In the midst of sharing the chronologically predictable advancements your child experiences each week, make each event special by pointing out the strangest aspect about your kid learning to eat solid foods or learning to walk. “Quirky” sells.
7. Be named well. You have to come up with a really cool name for your blog; one that represents you well. Consider your kid’s name or your last name or something people won’t be able to forget.
Good luck and may the force be with you.
Categories: Deep Thoughts, Must Read, People, Storytelling, The Dadabase, Writing | Tags: baby blog, blog, blogging, culture, daddy blog, mommy blog, Star Wars
Thursday, April 12th, 2012
I’m not endorsing letting toddlers play inside refrigerators, but I am admitting that my son likes to chill… by sitting on the inside ledge of the refrigerator.
After I bring him home from daycare and he eats his dinner, Jack has a routine of playing with each of his toys from the living room.
One of his newest favorites is his Fisher-Price lawnmower. He likes to mow the kitchen floor as my wife prepares our dinner.
Of course, like most hardworking toddlers, he treats himself to a much needing break.
As soon as my wife opens up the fridge for some ingredients, Jack seizes the opportunity and plops himself down; always mesmerized by whatever products happen to be sitting there on the bottom ledge of the door.
He makes me think of an old man wearing overalls who walks into a general store as if to say to himself, “Ah, think I’ll just rest here a minute and take a load off.”
By this time of day Jack is just wearing a diaper and a t-shirt and it’s interesting to me that he is always unfazed by the coldness of the surface he is sitting on.
After a minute or so, he grunts his way back up and finishes his job with the mower.
I guess the funniest part about this daily routine is that as his parents, my wife and I completely go along with it; causing him to think it’s completely normal to mow the kitchen floor then take a rest inside the refrigerator.
Yes, it’s scary to think how a big part of my job as his parent is to teach him what is normal.
Tuesday, October 11th, 2011
Last week on Facebook I kept seeing daily updates from an expecting first-time mom who mentioned how excited she was to finally meet her son.
It took me back to a year ago here on The Dadabase (I’ve been daddy blogging since April 2010, six months before he was born) when I was the one anxiously wondering what my son would end up looking like and acting like.
Like popping a quarter into the machine of Made in China toys and waiting for a fun surprise, so I waited for who I thought would be a little dark complected boy.
Now here I am a year later, with a blonde son who is experimenting with the idea of standing and walking on his own, literally applauding himself every time he makes it a few steps.
We live in a world where surprises are often hard to come by. If I want to know the population of Chandler, Arizona, it takes less than 7 seconds to find out on Wikipedia. No anticipation. Instead, instant gratification.
But having a kid is an exception to that rule. Parenting is a moving target and kids are constantly growing up and changing. Therefore, my son is a daily surprise to me. I never know what new thing he may do to catch me off guard- and I mean that mainly in good ways.
Will he finally begin walking today?
Will he discover a new body part today? (Yes, that is how I mean it.)
Will he fight back the boy who hit him by elbowing him nice and hard? (He did last week. I’m so proud of my boy for sticking up for himself.)
How will he make me laugh today? What random household item will become his newest toy?
I’ve been a lot of things since my son arrived, but one thing I’ve yet to be is bored.
Categories: Deep Thoughts, Growing Up, Must Read, Nostalgia, People, Recaps, Storytelling, The Dadabase, Writing | Tags: Arizona, baby, baby blog, made in China, Nostalgia, parenting
Sunday, October 2nd, 2011
From the time we found out we were going to have a baby, up until the moment we actually discovered out the gender of our child, we never questioned the fact that we were going to have a girl. It somehow simply made the most sense in our minds: We’re not into sports, we’re nearly vegetarians, and most importantly, we had had our perfect girl name picked out since before we were even married.
Then, to our hilarious amazement, we were told we were going to have a boy. We weren’t at all disappointed, just in complete shock. That huge element of surprise actually made the pregnancy that much more exciting.
Fast forward to over a year later, and now whenever a stranger sees our son in Whole Foods Market or our church, the most reoccurring phrase we hear once they take a quick look at him is, “He’s all boy!“.
This past weekend we were having dinner with some new friends, who have a daughter several months older than our son, Jack. As they were both standing up, holding onto the same toy, the girl’s mom asked us if Jack is big for his age.
My wife Jill responded, “Yeah, he’s kind of a giant: 90th percentile for height and 75th for weight.”
It’s one thing to have a boy when we were expecting a girl, but another to have the baby equivalent of a 6’4″ linebacker. Or at least Will Ferrell. I love ironic humor; it makes life so interesting.
Despite being a very creative person, it’s not easy for me to imagine having a daughter, instead of a son. Jack is all I know. I wouldn’t want it any other way.
I love his deep baby voice, his grunts as I wrestle with him and chase him around on the carpet, and the way that he and I share “deep thinking time” as I carry him on walks while my wife is preparing dinner. I love him so much.
If my son were a girl, the toy basket would be full of pink toys that play girly songs. I would probably use the word “princess” a lot. And I would have a child that passes a lot less gas… I (incorrectly?) assume.
So the day may come when my wife and I have a daughter and get to use our cool secret name for her. But as for now, we don’t have a little princess. Instead, we have an adventurous Gummy Bear named Jack who is somehow the perfect balance of masculine and adorable.
Sunday, September 25th, 2011
Now that he is equipped with eight teeth, we are trying to help Jack make good use of them. If it were up to our son, he would eat nothing but mashed up bananas. But this funky monkey must evolve into a wacky Jack who uses his hands and teeth to eat more solid foods.
Cheerios have proven to be the best transition for him so far. We have taught him how to use his pointer finger and thumb to pick up the cereal bit from the table. Right now he’s at the point where he can do that, but he won’t immediately put the Cheerio into his mouth: He simply plays with it.
But then, as is the current ritual, he puts it in his mouth, in the name of exploration. Next he realizes, “Oh, this is food, I can eat this.” The problem is that he hasn’t quite figured out what to do with solid food once it is sitting on the center of his tongue. So there’s this gagging process he goes through before he eventually swallows it.
We did discover this week that Jack loves rice and beans, which is the perfect size and texture for him to easily chew up and swallow right now. For what it’s worth, Jack is 1/8 Mexican; maybe that has something to do with it?
With Jack’s healthy build, you would think he would be chomping down Medieval sized turkey legs by now. Or at least jars of “chicken dinner” baby food.