Over the weekend I was doing the solo parent thing as my husband went off to his annual Boys’ Trip to Chicago. He’s been going every year for nearly a decade, meeting up with four to five of his college homies to talk, eat and (barely) sleep baseball.
So The Youngster and I were kicking it on our own, doing our CT Thing … uh, which means going to the water park, ripping through the playscapes, building garages with LEGO, and having picnics in the middle of the living room.
And a little bit of this:
Since I was waaay short on “free time” (which, by the way, needs to be stricken from the lexicon on account that it’s a lie! OK… /rant), there were a few stories I spotted and earmarked—mentally— to read later. Yeah, so I got to maybe five of the things on that For Later List, but I wanted to share a couple of them with you.
First, a laugh… a Facebook friend sent me a link to the Honest Toddler’s Approved Recipes. I actually only got a chance to read it this morning, which was perfect timing. My son’s favorite food is toast. Carbs-smarbs. The man is all about that bread. He has a slice every weekday morning for breakfast. (And it needs to be wheat bread. He was once served white bread at a diner and looked at it like: And where are the crayons for me to use on this piece of crispy paper? Points for mama!) So I had a big chuckle at the toast “recipe.”
Also from the Huffington Post, this dad wonders if the picture he posted of himself sitting on the front porch with his daughter (wearing just a diaper) was inappropriate. Of course, he started wondering about this after The Internet Comment Gallery descended upon him with their “THIS IS WRONG! YOU ARE BAD!” song. Have a read of the post, take a look at the picture and tell me what you think. Was he wrong?
Speaking of dads, The New York Times had two interesting stories that kind of show us that times are a’changing. Well, sort of changing — we are still talking about this stuff, so let’s call it selective progress.
Anyway, the NYT pieces were both about dads: One on men gaining weight once they enter fatherhood and the other focused on the male biological clock. Reading the headline to this last story, I made a noise that’s best described as a cross between a gulp and a snort (awful, basically), because I had recently pitched this story idea to a women’s magazine editor. She passed (“Hmm, I don’t really see it.”) and went on to tell me the kinds of stories she that was “really gassed about.” They were all essentially the next reality show you’ll hate-watch. Trust.
Sigh … Journalism, how did you get here? (But that’s a whole ‘nother post.)
Happy reading, friends. Let me know what you think either below in the comments or on Facebook.