Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Why don't my kids have a stroller?


It's been a little over a week since my nieces first birthday and she received two strollers. My boys have not received one. This is partially my fault since I didn't think about getting them one for their birthday's or Christmas; but why did no one else think of getting them a stroller?
I know their are gender stereotypes, but I thought we had moved past that. My boys do have a kitchen and they love to play with it, so I am hoping they would also like a stroller and a baby to take care of.
Companies have caught onto the fact that some people would like to have strollers for their boys (http://www.amazon.com/Castle-Toy-Umbrella-Doll-Stroller/dp/B000CBWWO4). And I would like for my boys to have one. I know some people think that boys should have "manly" toys like trucks and tools and stuff like that. But I expect that my sons, like me, will take a big role in the child rearing process; and I want them to start now learning about all of that stuff.
I know some people might tell me that that isn't what boys do, but I want my boys to grow up to become men.
And I think being a man is more about humility than pride. In other words, I don't want my sons to ever think they are too good to change a diaper or feed a baby a bottle, or whatever. There is strength in humility more so than pride. When people realize that not only are you willing to do the little things, but you are happy to do them you gain their respect. Often times, with babies, fathers get this more than mothers. Because mothers are "supposed to" do those things. I hope this outlook changes as my boys get older, but even if it doesn't I want them to be prepared to nurture and care for their kids they way, I hope, I nurture and care for them.
I think I'm going to go get my kids that stroller now.

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Being Funny


Jacob loves farts. Or at least he thinks they're really funny. I don't know why, he's laughed at them since he was about 18 months. I didn't teach him to laugh at farts, but for some reason he thinks they are funny. He also loves Nacho Libre. He calls it his fighting movie, but he just thinks it's really funny. I don't know what jokes he gets or doesn't get, but he is enthralled by it. It looks like he has a pretty good sense of humor.


I hope my kids are funny. Or at least have a good sense of humor. I think one of the more difficult things in life would be to have a child that didn't have personality that you could understand.


Both my wife and I have a pretty good sense of humor (I was voted class clown in high school). I hope my kids are pretty funny. I think it will make it easy for them to make friends and make them socially accepted, or at least not social outcasts.

It's fun to tell jokes and to laugh and I hope my sons start telling me jokes soon. I love laughing at them now and I can't wait to see what they will be like when they are older.


The other day Jacob was doing something and I about it (I don't remember what it was) and he told me something as a joke, because right after that he said "No, I'm just teasing."


Also, he does a lot of physical comedy. Like running around and banging into stuff and hitting his head on the couch. I know he does it for attention and thinks it's funny.

And Ben laughs at so many little things. The other day he was hitting my hand and I was saying "ouch" and that totally cracked him up. Funny faces and sounds also make him giggle.


I think my boys are well on their way to being funny kids and I can't wait to see it!

Tuesday, January 5, 2010


Well, we finally moved the boys into the same room. The first night was fine, but last night was quite difficult. Now when one wakes up crying, they both wake up.

We did this because we wanted a guest room and we figured it was time.

The problem is Jacob wakes up in the middle of the night and gets into bed with us. About half the time he doesn’t wake either of us up when he crawls in. But, inevitably, he wakes us up by squirming around and kicking us in the back or stomach or face. So last night we tried to put him back into bed and he cried. Then he woke up Ben, so he started crying.

We tried to let them cry it out, but they basically worked each other up.

I feel like it’s as bad as having a newborn, sleep wise I mean.

I hope the kids can manage this change.

I think it will be good for them to be in the same room, especially starting at such a young age.

They’ll learn, hopefully, that nothing is theirs, it is supposed to be shared. Also, I hope they stay up late talking and telling jokes. I hope they become really close brothers as they get older and really become great friends.

I just hope I survive this lack of sleep part!