Thursday, August 4th, 2011
It’s no secret that part of my “gimmick” as a parent blogger is to simply maintain a positive outlook and tone. In fact, my optimistic attitude angered and frustrated dozens of people with g>one blog in particular, which caused a brief uproar on Parents.com’s Facebook wall. But while I choose to be Mr. Positive, I also choose to be real; I don’t sugarcoat anything.
One of the major ways I am able to remain positive, as a dad who is potentially always in a situation where I could easily be frustrated simply because of the fact that I am dealing with an infant who has a reputation of being illogical, is to keep my expectations low. Because with reasonably low expectations, it’s much more difficult to become disappointed.
I personally am more likely to experience an ongoing sense of well-being when my expectations are consistently met; even if those met expectations don’t include a decently positive outcome. I guess it just feels good to be right about something; especially regarding the uncontrollable and often unpredictable future.
Therefore, our recent flight from Nashville to Sacramento with our son went better than I expected; for the fact that A) our luggage didn’t get lost; B) we didn’t miss our connecting flight in Denver; C) Jack didn’t vomit all over me during the middle of the flight; and D) I wasn’t aware of how hungry I was from not eating dinner before the flight because I was too preoccuppied with my reasonably low expectations about Jack not doing well on the plane ride.
One of the things that being a dad has taught me is that I am the kind of person who has to be (or at least feel) in control of the things in life that I think I am supposed to be able to control. And when I can’t control certain situations as a parent and am aware of how not in control I am, I get really stressed out and anxious.
So perhaps the worst parts of flying to Sacramento were actually just in my head. Still though, in reality, it wasn’t a smooth and seamless transition. Instead of continuing the entertaining details and stories of the trip in this post, I will instead tell all about it in the following post.
Therefore, I now coridially invite you to read the sequel:
Surviving My Infant Son’s First Plane Ride.
Categories: Deep Thoughts, Home Life, Story Bucket, Storytelling | Tags: daddy blog, flight plans, infant, Nashville, positive parenting, Sacramento, setting expectations, taking a baby on a plane, vomit
Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011
Here’s to the land of In-N-Out Burger and Jamba Juice!
This evening, the three of us will be boarding a plane to Sacramento, California. My wife, who is from there and is one of ten kids, obviously has a lot of family out there and this will be the first time that they will be meeting Jack. When it comes to this trip, I have preconceived ideas about what will happen.
On my list of pro’s, there’s the fact that once we get there, we will be having a very relaxing, enjoyable time hanging out with the family. In addition to seeing everyone, I look forward to running each day amidst the palm trees during the perfectly cool, Sacramento mornings.
I will not be bringing my laptop, therefore I am taking a break from The Dadabase for a few days. Basically, I am unplugging from the real world. Granted, I’ll be taking my camera, along with a notebook, to bookmark the stories involving Jack that will ultimately become Dadabase posts.
The downside to all this is that we have to get there and come back, on a plane, with an eight month old little boy. I just can’t convince myself that I will find that process to be less than slightly unnerving.
I am remembering myself from ten years ago as a 20 year old guy who got so annoyed by having to sit near a crying baby on a plane. Now, I will be the parent of that baby; for six hours there and six hours back.
One good thing about the flights is Jack has entered his phase of being obsessed with his mommy. If she’s in the room and not holding him, he’s upset, for the most part. At least he will get plenty of “mommy minutes.”
It’s stressful to think that after spending so much effort to get him on a mostly predictable sleeping schedule, that he will be spending nearly a week in a time zone that is two hours behind what he is used to. Will that mean he’s ready for sleep an hour before dinner and that he will wake up full of energy at 4 AM? I already know the answer.
You take the good with the bad and call it life: Sacramento will be splendid as it always is, but flying to the other coast with an infant will be rough. It’s the sweet and the sour; I accept it as my reality.
It will most likely be nearly a week before I publish a new post. Please don’t think that I have abandoned this blog. Instead, I cordially invite you to catch up on my 130+ other posts here in the meantime; as well as Parents.com’s other bloggers.
To find my older stuff you may have missed, just look to the right of the screen where it says “archives.” They go all the way back to April 2010 when I began daddy blogging; my wife was just a couple of months pregnant back then.
Wish me luck and sanity for the flight. I will surely need it. Seriously, I am so craving an In-N-Out burger all of the sudden.