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And The Award For “World’s Best Father” Goes To Dave Engledow…

Thursday, September 27th, 2012

22 months.

We modern dads can be a sensitive crowd, as learned from this year’s Huggies fiasco. It comes down to the fact we don’t want to portrayed as the idiots that sitcoms and commercials have made us look like throughout recent decades.

I have pointed out several times by now the cliche about men freaking out when changing their kid’s diaper. It’s so annoying to see another token image of a goofball dad holding his nose or making a theatrical face while taking care of “diaper doody.”

Unless, that image is part of Dave Engledow’s “World’s Best Father” photo series, which is currently buzzing on the Internet. (Let’s be honest- that’s why I’m writing about it now.)

His photos poke fun at negative stereotypes of dads. In other words, he’s unknowingly supporting my “Non-Doofus Dad Awareness” cause by showing the world hilarious, over-the-top examples of how not to do this thing called fatherhood.

Engledow explains it this way on his Kickstarter project page which he set up to fund the World’s Best Father 2013 Calendar:

“The character I portray in this series is intended to be a parody of the father I hope I never become–distracted, self-absorbed, neglectful, clueless, or even occasionally overbearing.

I’ve always used humor as a way to deal with my personal fears and neuroses, and in many ways these images are often an attempt to do just that–to illustrate humorously the fears that I and, as I’ve learned, many other new fathers have about fatherhood”

Without a doubt, this is my kind of guy.

I have a feeling that like me, he would mock, not celebrate, the idea of a “Dadchelor Party.”

One of my favorites of Engledow’s “World’s Best Father” series portrays him as an overzealous dad/coach who is training his toddler daughter to become an Olympic diver: He is coercing her into jumping off the mantle into a small wading pool on the living room floor.

Another shows Engledow struggling to win an arm wrestling contest with his young daughter.

Some parents these days seem to nearly beg for our attention when it comes to pictures and status updates about what’s going on with their kids.

After you check out more of Engledow’s pictures, it becomes clear that he doesn’t have to beg for any of our attention. He already has it.

 

In case you missed that first hyperlink to transport you to his web page, featuring his pictures, here it is again:

World’s Best Father 2013 Calendar

Image: Engledow Art Photography.

 

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Decent Family Pictures With My Toddler Are Rare

Sunday, April 15th, 2012

16 months.

Good family pictures are hard to come by; whether self-taken snapshots or professional portraits taken in a studio.

And with a toddler, well… you don’t need me telling how difficult and frustrating it can be to try to get a toddler to cooperate with that.

There are very few pictures of our family including all three of us. In the ones that do exist, my son usually isn’t looking in the same direction as us.

But we’ll settle for those ones as long as his head isn’t turned facing the complete opposite direction; as the majority of them are.

It’s either my wife or myself taking the pictures most of the time, so often the picture ends up being of just one of us parents with our son.

I always thought it was weird how we’re supposed to smile in these pictures where we break the 4th wall.

It’s like, “Oh, you just happened to catch all of us when we were having a family moment; all smiling.” Yeah right.

A realistic family picture for us, at best, would probably be like the one featured on the right:

I am attempting to take a picture of any potentially photogenic moment of my son and wife. So to capture a true image of my family, it would include me with the camera.

The last time my sister visited us in Nashville, she took a lot of pictures of my wife and I interacting with our son. She explained:

“There are a lot of them the way you like; where no one is actually looking at the camera.”

I laughed because she was right; yet at that point I had never really thought about it before:

When I share a picture with anyone, I like for it to be as natural and “in the moment” as possible.

Sure, we do smile a lot. We have a lot to be thankful for.

But to assume those smiles are always real for each person in the picture; well, at least speaking for myself, what I am really thinking most of the time when having to pose for a picture is, “Hurry up and take the picture already!”

When I take pictures of my family, I just want to capture that real life moment, when possible; whether it’s an official portrait or a very amateur snapshot on a lazy Saturday morning when I’m wearing a $9 Muppets t-shirt from Target.

So while I’ll always accept a random stranger’s offer to take a picture of my family and hope it turns out halfway decent, my main concern in regards to taking pictures of my son and wife is not that I am in the picture too.

Because honestly, the image of the three of us is always in my heart and mind. I don’t need too many physical reminders of that.

Here’s a real, legitimate portrait of my family for Christmas 1986; back when my sister was a toddler and I was a Kindergartner. This is definitely “in the moment.”

 

 

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Kama Sutra For Parents of Young Children

Tuesday, February 14th, 2012

14 months.

Just in time for the spirit of Valentine’s Day, I found this helpful illustration of Kama Sutra for us parents with small kids.

Through Facebook, I found it on another daddy blog, called How To Be A Dad. The clever artist behind this picture is Andy Herald.

By now, despite my purposely misleading title, it’s obvious the “Kama Sutra” positions I’m referring to are the hilarious sleeping positions that two parents and a baby end up in when they all share a bed. My personal favorite is “Jazz Hands.”

Back before our son was born, my wife and I fully intended to let our son Jack sleep in the bed with us, but it just never really mutually caught on. Thank God.

What was I thinking?!

For the first several months he slept in his Pack-N-Play next to our bed. Then at 7 months old, I trained him to sleep through the night, in his own bed. (Yes, I’m very proud of myself for that.)

love my son.

Without hesitation, I would die for him. But I wouldn’t let him sleep in the bed with my wife and I at this point.

It works for a lot of parents. And I honor and respect them doing what works for them.

Here’s the thing: I simply don’t care what other parents do. I have enough to keep me busy.

Sure, I offer up plenty of parenting advice here on The Dadabase, but that’s all it is: advice for parents who are like-minded or at least open-minded in regards to my way of parenting. It doesn’t mean I’m right. It just means I found what works for me and my kid.

Every child is different. And that scares me, because if  (big word) my wife and I end up having another kid, I hate the thought that he or she may not be the kind that will sleep through the night in a separate room and bed down the hall.

I would like to think that my son’s trained sleeping routine is simply because of my deliberate efforts, but what if I’m simply lucky and/or wrong?

In the likeness of Cesar Milan being able to train dogs to make him a 7 course dinner while polishing his shoes and trimming his goatee, I want to believe that I can train any child of mine to sleep through the night in a separate bed.

Only time will tell if I’m right.

Man… I hope I’m right.

*I invite you to check more hilarious illustrations like the one featured here, as well as really cool blog posts about fatherhood, by going to How To Be A Dad. They’re on Twitter too; they have like 85,000 followers!  @HowToBeADad

 

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Little Boys Live in Their Own Little World

Tuesday, August 23rd, 2011

Nine months.

Have you found me yet? Yes, this really is my 4th grade class picture from the 1990-1991 school year, which was truly one of my favorite years of childhood. Why? I’ll tell you why.

First of all, I was in the same class as my “special friend”/crush since Kindergarden, Sara Shaw, in the plaid red dress on the front row. Secondly, that was the year that slap bracelets were the rage.

Thirdly, I was the perfect age to truly appreciate the Ninja Turtles in their prime; on the playground I always pretended to be “Nickelangelo.” Fourthly, though a lot of my friends’ parents banned The Simpsons in their households, my parents were cool with it.  In fact, I think I acquired literally a dozen Simpsons t-shirts that year.

And lastly, one of my favorite sitcoms was Family Matters- mainly because of Steve Urkel. You would think that Steve Urkel, America’s favorite nerd of the ’90′s, would not be someone I would aspire to look like in any way. But sure enough, I begged my mom for a pair of suspenders. And because this was a time when neon colors were quite fashionable, I was able to obtain a pair of neon green suspenders.

I wore them at least once a week to school. Unsurprisingly, I deliberately wore my green suspenders for Picture Day.

As it’s plain to see in that picture, I was 100% comfortable with my goofiness; mostly unaware and apathetic when it came to whether other kids thought I looked cool or not.

I was in my own little world, where daydreams and reality collided and I barely knew the difference.  (I guess not much has changed there for me…).

Based on my experience working with boys at summer camp for two summers in 2000 and 2001, then two summers teaching in Thailand in 2003 and 2004, something I learned was that pretty much all little boys are goofy in their own creative ways.

They are confident in being ridiculously weird, random, and off the wall.  If their clothes don’t match or they get a funny haircut like a mohawk, it’s considered “cute.”

This concept easily shows up in my nine month old son. Pretty much everything he does is hilarious. I’m so thankful for ” the necktie picture” we have of him. Because even though he sort of has a serious look on his face, he’s wearing only a pastel colored necktie and a diaper. It’s like he’s trying to be as sophisticated as he can, but ultimately, he’s like, “Joke’s on you, people”.

He may live in his own little world, but I like to visit that weird planet of his any chance I get.

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