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Tuesday, November 5th, 2013
2 years, 11 months.
This week on Facebook I was introduced to a cool type of picture that parents can create of their kids.
I don’t know that it’s called, though.
So until I do, I’ll just call it a “collage profile.”
Featured here is the picture that introduced me to it. Granted, this is a professional picture, by my friend Joe Hendricks, who took Mommy and Daddy’s wedding pictures as well as our pregnancy pictures.
To me, this is the perfect example of how it should be done. A+!
The concept is simple: a picture of a kid, superimposed with various, random texts showing their name, age, and interests.
What a cool idea! I have no idea who thought of it first but I hear that it’s trending on Pinterest.
Just for the fun of it, I threw one together for you. Eleven days away from your 3rd birthday, I now have a better visual of the stuff you’re into during this exact stage of your life.
A few months from now, I assume some of these listed interested will be replaced with others.
But as for right now, I can preserve this sort of visual bookmark on your life.
While I’m sure this kind of picture can be created on several different websites out there, the one I used is Picfont, where I do all the captions for your pictures. I like it because it’s free and doesn’t require a login and password.
So whatever this trendy kind of picture is called, it’s something I should probably do every so often.
The fact that you currently like the color pink… I have a feeling that’s going to change in the next couple of years and then we’ll really have something to laugh about.
Well, assuming you’re reading this years from now… Yes, son… you used to love the color pink.
But mainly as it relates to monster trucks!
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Wednesday, September 11th, 2013
2 years, 9 months.
It’s nearly amazing I take you as seriously as I do each time you come up with some random new toy request, yet I always do whatever it takes to find it for you.
Thanks to some help from Nana, you became the proud new owner of The I-Screamer from Mater’s Tall Tales, because she bought you the entire set of characters from that episode, in a boxed set.
Plus, there’s the black van you asked for, then obtained, this summer after Papa spraypainted one of my old toys from the Eighties.
What could it be now?
Your new mission: to find a “pink Hummer.”
Not a giant ride-on toy, just a small pink Hummer to play along with your other Hot Wheels cars in our living room: one small enough to easily carry around with you everywhere you go, too.
While the color pink is typically associated with girls, I know it’s just a rare (and therefore highly sought after) color for you.
You don’t see a lot of pink trucks, pink SUV’s, or pink Hummers out on the road when we drive to and from school each day; even with the sporatic Mary Kay vehicles.
Today, you saw a yellow Jeep driving in a lane right next to an orange Jeep, and you went hysterical in the back seat:
“A-a-a-a-a-a-a…. A-a-a-a-a yellow Jeep! N-n-n-n-n-next to the or-or-or-orange Jeep!”
Orange and yellow Jeeps aren’t as easy to find, so it was a big deal for you to see them together like that.
You appreciate the uncommon things in this world.
And I’d have to say, pink Hummers are definitely uncommon things in the world.
It was interesting to recently learn it wasn’t all that long ago that the color pink became “a girls’ color.” I figured it had just always been that way.
However, an article entitled “When Did Girls Start Wearing Pink?” on Smithsonian.com sheds some light on the subject:
“Today’s color dictate wasn’t established until the 1940s, as a result of Americans’ preferences as interpreted by manufacturers and retailers.”
You just like pink because it’s a weird color for a car. That’s all it means.
In fact, I think it’s totally cool that you are proud of your appreciation of the color pink.
Whenever I ask you what your favorite color is, you always respond the same: “Um, pink… and black.”
There’s this little boys’ t-shirt I see every so often when we’re out in public. It’s hot pink and it reads, “Real boys wear pink.”
Real boys are so confident in the fact they like pink, that if they wear pink, they don’t need to talk about it. They just own it.
Son, you want a pink Hummer. I’m going to try to find you one. And it’s going to be the toughest pink Hummer anyone’s ever seen!
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Saturday, June 15th, 2013
2 years, 6 months.
Last Friday, like most uber masculine dads in America, I randomly felt compelled to wear my hot pink pants and white leather dress shoes to work.
And it should go without saying that you can’t be caught wearing hot pink Polo pants from the clearance rack at TJ Maxx without sporting an equally 1985-esque white fedora.
Well, one thing led to another, and sure enough, you wouldn’t let me leave the house that morning without running upstairs to grab your white fedora to match Daddy.
I should have known that when a father and son leave the house wearing matching white fedoras, something magical is bound to happen.
It has been our tradition that on Friday afternoons, I take a late lunch break, waiting until you’ve woken up from your nap, to pick you up from daycare and take you somewhere adventurous, like the nearby park.
However, this particular Friday, a guy in the office next to mine won some kind of contest where he had the Budweiser Clydesdales deliver him two cases of beer.
Interestingly enough, this happened right as it was time to pick you up. So instead of going to the park, I took you back to my office to see the giant horsies.
Granted, I had already changed out of my Miami Vice costume into my work-out clothes (a classy Smurfs t-shirt and an oversized pair of faded cargo shorts from 25 pounds ago) and in hindsight, I see that you may have been wearing your fedora backwards the whole time, but hey, we got our pictures made with the Clydesdales!
We even got the meet the Budweiser Dalmatian.
So lesson learned. Whenever your Daddy feels like being random and wearing hot pink pants and a white fedora, just roll with it.
Because something cool is surely about to happen…
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Tuesday, May 14th, 2013
2 years, 5 months.
Sometimes you call me “Miss Daddy.” Slightly less funny is the fact you call Mommy “Miss Mommy.”
Given that most of your daytime hours are spent at school, it’s easy to understand that how natural it could be for you to want to call me “Miss Daddy.”
(That’s somehow a pretty fitting term for you to use, considering Mommy and I just bought you a pink sports coupe with a silver skull on the front, named Bone Crusher.)
It’s not like there are male teachers at your school, to familiarize you with the term “mister.”
Actually, I’ve never thought about it before, but my honest feelings about there being a male teacher at a daycare… that would be pretty weird and I wouldn’t feel comfortable with it.
But hey, that’s all speculation anyway. I suppose it’s simply me being gender biased in that I only feel comfortable with the thought of female teachers at your school.
Now that I’m thinking about it, though, I would imagine that if your daycare suddenly hired a male teacher, there would instantly be a good number of parents pulling their kids out and moving them to another daycare.
I think it’s one of those nearly irrelevant conversations that could cause quite a stir on Facebook, but in reality, I would bet most moms and dads would agree that they wouldn’t feel comfortable with a male worker at their kids’ daycare.
A lot of people would like to believe that gender equality in the work force is always an attainable thing, but the free market tends to decide otherwise. I predict that male daycare workers are bad, or at least a gamble, for most daycare businesses.
I’m sorry, but I’ve been conditioned to distrust men I don’t know around little kids; especially my own. If I wasn’t weirded out by the thought of a male daycare worker, then I would be weird.
P.S. I published a follow-up to this 24 hours later called How I Was Wrong About Male Daycare Workers, which discredits much of what I said here.
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Saturday, March 9th, 2013
2 years, 3 months.
You are a boy… and you definitely act like it. You make it so obvious that little boys are wired much differently than little girls.
It’s a rare sight to find you without some kind of overly masculine (and therefore predictably goofy) Hot Wheels car clenched tightly in your hand, whether it’s on the car ride to day care, watching Hard Hat Harry on Netflix at the house, or even navigating your way around any given playground.
At no point do you ever need me to tell you what little boys should like. You are currently obsessed with monster trucks, but it’s not something I prompted.
You just saw a toy monster truck one day and asked me, “I can like that? I take it home?”
The answer was obviously yes. Now you have like 7 of them.
One of your daily routines on the way to school now is to go through the colors of the rainbow in reference to monster trucks and/or Jeep Wranglers:
“I have a blue monster truck? I can drive it?”
I will reply, “Jack has a blue monster truck… He drives it!”
Next you’ll say the truck (or Jeep) is black, orange, purple, or even pink. Twice now you asked for a “dinosaur Jeep.” I’m still trying to figure that one out…
I contrast this against what I see the girls your age doing at daycare. They are always tending to either the baby dolls or the pretend kitchen and food; meanwhile the boys are wandering around, looking for trouble… I mean adventure.
It’s not that I have to stereotype little boys versus little girls. That’s just naturally how it ends up.
Even if you want to drive a pink monster truck or Jeep, the fact is still that you want to drive a monster truck or Jeep.
It would be different if you were fantasizing about a VW Bug, Mini Cooper, Mazda Miata, Dodge Neon, or a Toyota Rav 4.
I say you just can’t hide your masculinity, even behind the color pink.
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