There’s no way I should be hiding all of the truth from people if this is going to be a readable blog, right? Who wants to read regurgitated horse-S from a guy who sorta speaks his mind if it’s probably not going to bother people? Truth is, if you’re bothered then I said something that hit a part of you that you’re likely not happy about. You’ll stop reading or you’ll hate me and come back out of spite. Or you’ll agree and we can say “OK, let’s go forward.” It’s not my intent to offend anybody – that’s just a bonus.
So about these homo’s getting married… KIDDING, loosen up. Every adult should be allowed to enter a legally-recognized civil union and you can call it whatever you want, as long as we’re treated equally and allowed, on our own accord, to screw it up on a case-by-case basis.
It’s my intent to share whatever I can from my personal perspectives on life, parenting, health, and work in hopes it will connect with whomever reads this, and will keep them coming back, and they’ll tell their friends. Hopefully it will be entertaining, either from a comedy or mildly dramatic view. But overall it’s unfair to ask for anybody’s time if this is boring and repetitive and another boring “DadBlog.” I’ve read a few and thought how truly boring the dad’s come across, and wonder if they’re coming off like that to get laid at blogger conferences or if they really are that wussified. I have plenty of Compromise DNA in me, but a few entries on a few other DadBlogs almost made an “innie” out of my scrotum.
Where-to from there? How about food!? Shouldn’t try and ride the horse through highest waters just yet.
We’re having a renaissance of toddler eating habits in our house. With 1 toddler and 1 nurser and everybody working full-time there’s only so much time and so many hands with-which to prepare food. Many experts (I know they are because they wrote it on a website!) about toddler eating have said to give your kid what you’re eating, and they’ll come around to it.
Let/Make them try a lot of things. They won’t starve unless you with-hold all food from them. As parents WE dictate to the CHILD what’s available to eat. It doesn’t have to be dungeon gruel and the last of the ox gristle. But if we gave in to our son’s pouting about meals every time he hit a 7 on the Grumpometer, he’d have a steady diet of cookie-rabbits and juice. While it would ensure zero hassle at meal time, it would probably damage my oldest boy’s physical and emotional development. He’d be on an unhealthy path via nutrition and constant catering to his whims. The world doesn’t work like that, we don’t work like that, so neither will meal time.
In doing so we’ve had a few shortened lunches and dinners while baby carrots were left on the plate and cries came from the booster seat. Sometimes a single floret of broccoli designated the entire table a war-zone. Then eventually a few berries were eaten. Then a lot more. Then some brown rice with chopped vegetables became a staple. And recently the baby carrots diminished by a few by the end of the meal. He actually lived, acted, and slept very well in the aftermath of regularly having various foodstuffs on his plate. We usually have a starring role for a nearly-natural chicken nugget trio, a yogurt-fruit smoothie, applesauce, whole-grain pancakes, and the like. But as a dad who has fought the weight battle my whole life I want to get good nutrition habits into my son from early on. I can’t do that if I don’t eat healthy. I’m not perfect – I’ve had sensuous moments with brownies and slices of pizza that I still think of when I’m hungry – but at the very least I want my boys to try all kinds of food, see what they like, then mash it up into a paste and bake it into a cookie shape so they’ll eat it, stay thin, and have a perfect life. The end.