A couple of days ago, The Huffington Post published a call for submissions — they were looking for stories of how parents met their significant other, but as if told to their children (a la How I Met Your Mother).
And since they only wanted a paragraph, you lucked out. Us old timers can get a bit long-winded. So my dearest JJ, below is The Story of How I Met Your Father…
I know I said I’d post a week’s worth of SuperLunchNotes the Monday after, but it’s Valentine’s Day and Papa has been out of town for a few days and won’t get back until late tonight and we’ve had a couple of snow days and I’m going nuts and need to spread some cheer.
WEEK 27: Feb 10 – Feb 14, 2014
I was thinking I’d probably save Monster Week for Halloween, but that’s a long way away, and JJ had rediscovered the cheesy late-70s Godzilla cartoons on Hulu. I say “rediscovered” because he’d devoured them all about a year earlier when they were on Netflix. If you’ve never seen it, at the very least you need to check out the epic theme song. At that age it must be fun for everything to be brand new about every six months!
There were a bevvy of monsters to choose from, so I’m sure I’ll be able to do a sequel down the road with Mssrs. Cookie, Grouch and Sully, among others. However, I draw the line at Godzooky. What a tool.
WEEK 26: Feb 3 – Feb 7, 2014
Thus starteth my attempt to bring my SuperLunchNotes to the bloggety-blog on the regular. My plan is to post twice a week — an older batch and the most recent week — until I’m caught up. And then probably just post the previous week every Monday. Or not — I’m open to suggestions!
And if none of this is remotely interesting to you (it barely is to me), then just please come visit Designer Daddy often to look at the pretty superhero doodles. Cool?
WEEK 1: Aug 12 – Aug 16, 2013
A couple of months ago we took JJ to his first live theater experience, and something odd happened. A friend who works at the Atlas Performing Arts Center in DC suggested we check out a kids’ holiday show being produced by Arts on the Horizon, part of Atlas’ Theatre for the Very Young season. While JJ had gotten through his first full movie theater showing, we’d yet to expose him to any live theater. The Washington area has a wealth of options for kid-friendly programming, we just weren’t sure our little ball of energy was ready for them. Or they for him.
But the show was called Drumming With Dishes: Holiday Edition, so it sounded like it would be nice and loud and chaotic. Great to mask the likely din created by a crowd of rowdy preschoolers, but requiring earplugs and Advil for us weary parents.
The day arrived, JJ seemingly excited for this new adventure. Our drive was a good 40 minutes. We parked across the street from the theater and JJ and I went on ahead while Papa paid for parking. Yet as we started to cross, my usually outgoing son started stalling. He said he didn’t want to go, that he in fact wanted to go home. What-the-huh?
We stopped on the sidewalk a block away and I asked why. “I just not want to go!” was his pouty reply. I tried walking with him a few more steps and his fear and resistance only increased. I’m not sure if he was scared of the unknown experience or unfamiliar neighborhood, or if the planets were misaligned just so. Whatever the cause, I was determined to find a way to make this happen.
Papa caught up and I explained the situation. He and JJ stayed outside while I went in to scope things out. I made my way through the lobby, weaving through groups of kids, parents, babies and grandparents. As I picked up our tickets, I overheard an employee say they’d be leading everyone to a play area before the show began. Good thinking — they’d done this before.
I went back out and the three of us forged back in. As we got inside the door, I explained we were going to a playroom. No response. As we walked down the hall, following a herd of other families, we stopped so he could bang on a timpani drum. Meh. As we got near to the playroom, I saw a door open to where our performance would be. I asked the attendant if we could peek inside. We took a quick look into the black box theater, but I could tell my little ‘fraidy tot wasn’t interested.
The playroom was a neighboring black box, with rows of seats against the back wall and a collection of toys and baskets of books in a corner. We sat down in the front row of chairs, I got some books for JJ, then went to the bathroom. When I returned, Papa and JJ were on the back row of chairs, looking through a book, while all of the other kids ran around. This was going to be interesting, I thought.
I just wanted to give a quick shout-out to Chevrolet for airing two commercials during the opening days of the Olympics that were inclusive of gays and lesbians.
Yup. CHEVY. Bastion of American capitalism and producer of big-ass trucks. The last word in “Baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and…”
Chevy paid upwards of a BAZILLION* dollars to run two commercials featuring gay couples during the Olympics. The Olympics being held in Russia, where the government recently legalized homophobia, essentially sanctioning hate crimes.
It’s hard to believe a week ago I was in New Orleans beginning an intensive three days of networking with other dads, talking about the role of dads, learning how to be a better dad and getting some face time with my online dad pals. But now I’m back to life, back to reality. And putting all these things that I learned into practice. The hard part.
Not so hard? Having breakfast the first morning back with my reason for being a dad. Sitting there listening to him, watching him, just enjoying the moment and basking in his early morning scruffiness. Some face time, if you will. If anything, my weekend away taught me anew how to be present with my son.
Yes, I realize for “just being present” I sure took a lot of photos; but as you can see, he didn’t really notice until several shots in.
I spent the summer of 1993 in southern Siberia. The Berlin Wall had had been down for less than three years, and as with other Communist nations, Russia was opening up in ways unimaginable to the world less than a decade prior. The country celebrated Russia Day for the first time that summer on the 12th of June. This holiday marked Russia’s sovereignty from the USSR. It was also my 24th birthday.
This trip abroad was the “final exam” of the missionary training school I attended my first year out of college. Missionary training what now?!? That’s a story for another time… I’m here to talk about my friend “Viktor.”
As I mentioned over in a post earlier today (ain’t I prolific?), I lead a workshop on blog design at Dad 2.0 Summit. While I felt relatively prepared, had a clear agenda, bugged Doug French until he scored me a monitor, and put together some pretty darn cool swag to hand out, the only thing I was not prepared for was Charlie Capen and Andy Herald from How to be a Dad coolly sauntering over (I hear that’s how they all walk in Cali) to the first of my three presentations. I’m pretty sure I gave them a look of “What are you doing? Go away! You’re intimidating me with your combined blogging/design prowess!” Yet I kept my cool until the end when I opened it up for questions about the design principals I’d just eloquently finished discussing.
Andy raised his hand, “Dude, why aren’t your superhero notes on your blog?”
“Dude, they need to be on your site STAT.” I’m paraphrasing, except for the dude part. (Remember – from Cali)
Charlie said something in an attempt to help interpret the Andy-ism and I got a little confused about what was going on and said something about we can talk about it later, but I think Andy told me again to put it on my site.
Luckily the bell rang and they had to leave. But I gave it a lot of thought. I had given it a lot of thought a lot of times before, but thought if I put it on my site every day it would be too much, or possibly force me to write more to fill in the other spaces, or maybe I could just do a week’s worth at a time. Mainly I just over-thought it a whole lot. Because really who cares as long as you get to see cute doodles of superheroes (and monsters), amiright?
So I did it and here it is (up there, top of the page). Now please like and share and come back every day and repeat as necessary. Oh, and please tell Charlie and Andy I did what they said. And also Stacy (the mother-flippin Editor-in-Chief of BlogHer and a great gal to do Jell-O shots with) because she also said I should do something with them. I’m a little fuzzy on the details. (Remember – Jell-O shots)
Okay, so I promise not every SuperLunchNotes post will be this long and annoying, but I thought it warranted some explaining.
Please tell me what you think. If you like, love, hate, meh — whatever your opinion, drop me a note.
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