Wednesday, July 18, 2007

That Furry Thing

My 5 year-old was cuddling with my wife and not letting her go saying,
"I’m going to make you stand here for ever and ever and not let you go"
Mommy says, "I need to eat and go to the bathroom,"
5 year-old says, "you can take your penis and 'psssss' (makes a urination sound in the direction of the bathroom)"
Mommy, "I don’t have a penis"
5 year-old, "Then you better stretch that furry thing and go like this (pretends to be urinating from the master bedroom's bed into the adjoining bathroom)"

Maybe it's time to stop being naked in front of our kids.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Busy schedule


To avoid the constant, "What day is X's birthday party, when is grandma coming over, how many days until the school year is over?" I've taken to drawing pictures on my 5 year-old's calendar and crossing the days off so he can keep up with his schedule with only minimal parental questioning.

Tuesday, June 26, 2007

plucked from an email to a new dad friend of mine:

"a couple of days ago, after a long assed day, & weekend for that matter, of family obligations (pre school graduation fri, pre-k classmates b-day party sat, a 50 wedding anniversary party sunday), everyone's asleep and i finally get to hang out a little, put the headphones on and chill on the couch then about 15 mins later, from upstairs i hear some gagging gurgling and moaning, i run up stairs and my 2 year old had puked up huge chunks all over his bed, which he shares with his big brother, nothing like bathing and washing the puke filled curly hair of an upset toddler at midnight, plus some got on his brother who luckily stayed asleep as the wife wiped him off. then after all that i'm rewarded by the toddler wanting to cuddle his mother back to sleep so i get to clean up the two pints of puke that cover his pillow and sheets.

hey feel free to hit me up with any questions, i've even read a couple of books, some good, some too wimpy and one from a right wing christian coalition that my mom gave me, she didn't realize that it promoted beatings, it was good to see some other points of view even though i didn't agree with everything it had to say, or even most of it, though the instilling accountability in your kids aspect i liked, i'm actually am a fan of rules and structure for kids, i figure with the parents my kids have there's a pretty good chance that they are going to turn out to be freaks/counter culture/ alternative/ whatever is the appropriate term for people who don't just accept the crap society feeds to them and blogs to the beat of their own drummer, anyway i've known plenty of freaks, some who have self discipline can make a niche for themselves in the world and be successful on their own terms, other freaks, even those with a lot of talent who don't have the ability to structure their lives, career plans, relationships or whatever, often wind up free floating and sometimes much worse. "

so to recap, no beatings, but no taking bullshit either, remember for better or worse you're the adult in the parent child relationship, don't get caught up trying to be their best friends, your job is to act in their best interest to help raise responsible, high functioning adults, not cater to whatever will make them be quiet, or whatever makes things easier for you in the short run, unfortunately, the harder path is usually the one that needs to be traveled with kids, not harder as in meanness, but harder as in more time, effort and patients on the parents part.

Monday, May 28, 2007

fresh from the M&M slaughterhouse

My very soon to be five year-old asked my wife yesterday after seeing an M&M commercial where the candies are anthropomorphized, "Are M&M's real?" Meaning are they living beings.
He also seems to think he's a vegetarian like his Daddy, because he eats some of the veggie "meats" that I eat and has given his maternal grandmother a hard time about eating animals. She wanted to tell him that he's not a vegetarian, but I told her if she still wants him to eat meat at least until he's a teenager (when I plan to give him the option to convert over from the darkside) that she'd better leave him to his misgivings. The funny thing is that I never told him he was a vegetarian, just that I was.

Friday, May 18, 2007

Hits from the Palm.

if you read this the day i posted it, sorry for the lack of spell checking, i must have thought i saved rather than posted it, anyway i guess reading typos never killed anyone ...

Notes from my PDA:
From a few weeks ago:
late for school today not the the usual reason, i dressed my preschooler in an outfit consisting of a polo shirt and pants set with a frog logo, and frogs all over the pants, which looks like something a four year-old would wear for a round of gold or a day boating, basically it looks preppy.
My son says, "No I want something tough." OK but we're late, I pickup up football jersey but it's too wrinkled, so I compromise, no frog pants (there's like 50 embroidered frogs all over the pants, not very tough) but he's gotta wear the shirt. He cries and talks about kids making fun of his clothes, I ask if they normally do that, he says no, but he has told me about kids making fun of his sippy cup, which is for babies, so i switched to another type of cup after a while, one of which has Dora the Explorer, which use to be unisex, but then they gave her cousin Diego his own show, and now Dora is for girls, Diego is for boys, so someone had a comment about his new cup, what are these parents doing that kids are already making fun of each other? My wife said I have to remember that most of these kids have been in daycare since they were one before going to preschool. I guess it's like they've "been in the system" for 80% of their lives and that gang up and pick on the weakest link or whatever perceived weakness someone has. I don't remember this from when I was a kid, and the neighborhood where I live now is better than the one I grew up in.
Also my wife points out that my son unlike me, and like most people, actually cares what other people think and can't just ignore those who make fun of him. Which points out my bad advice to him about these situations, "If he makes fun of your cup again, just tell him to shut up," "I can't say that daddy," "How about, I don't care what you think or no one asked you, or just tell him to shut it," "Daddy how come you always tell me things to say that I'm not allowed to say in school?"
Back to the shirts, I tell him I use to wear polo shirts with alligators and tigers and never had any problems, he says those are tough animals he wants those kinds of shirts. I tell him that his shirt has a poison frog on it, and they are tough and can kill much bigger animals if they try to eat it.

Then he keeps stalling, hoping that we won't go to school.
When we finally get to school he doesn't want to take his jacket off, I talk to one of his teacher's about it she says, "let me see, oh no one is going to make fun of that, but if they do tell me and I'll take care of them."

He did have any problems at school and he went up to the leader of the crew of "tough" kids that he hangs with and offers up the information that he has a tough poisons frog on his shirt.

From July 30, 2006

My 1 1/2 year-old's first sentence was said to his older brother when he came downstairs, "Tom tah key's on!" As in Thomas the Tank Engine is on TV.

Thursday, May 17, 2007

My almost five year-old son walks up to me this morning while I'm on the john holding what looks like a crushed chocolate Mentos or hard candy of some sort. Groggily I'm like, "What's that?" Now the fact that I just saw him take his hand out of his pants should have aided me in putting two and two together, but I had just woken up, and it didn't look like anything bad, so I put my hand out and say, "Give me that," and it felt hard like candy but at closer inspection it certainly was not.
I asked him if he remembered going to the bathroom in his pants and he said no. I checked the underpants he slept in, and the one's he had just put on and they both showed no sign of being soiled, so it was like the mystery Mentos poop fairy dropped off a gift in his tighty-whiteys.

I know I often post the grosser aspects of being a parent, but I guess it is because, though I've come to accept it, being intimate with other people's bodily functions and their resulting materials is something so different from my experiences before I was a parent, that they seem somewhat surreal to me.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

Water heater pressure valve burst in our finished basement on my Birthday last Friday consuming my every action and thought for the past 5 days, soaked music studio, papers, boxes, foul smell, ruined wall to wall carpeting, etc. details when I get a life again.
Also previously postponed NYC birthday outing postponed yet again.

Saturday, April 14, 2007

HELP SAVE INTERNET RADIO

When I'm not doing my at home duties, or blogging I'm djing for my internet radio station, which is the only artistic outlet that I've been able to mesh with being a stay at home dad. Now the government and the recording industry have gotten together to drastically increase the fees for internet radio stations, no matter how small they are, whether or not they are professional or not-for-profit. It is yet another case of the big money drowing out independent voices and choices because they aren't making any money of small stations, and they can't control what we program.

Please check out the links below and petition Congress to repeal the unreasonable fees for independent internet radio stations. If these fees aren't rolled back internet radio will soon be as lame as terrestrial radio,
peace out and please help










DON'T LET THE INDEPENDENT INTERNET RADIO BE SHUT DOWN

Friday, April 06, 2007

Speaking of googling yourself

I never use my real name on this blog, so I can "keep it real," well really as not to have anyone read this whose feelings might be hurt, and then have to deal with the consequences. So after my last posting I figured I'd google myself and sure enough of the eight blogs I have, Dissonant Dad pops up as the first one! It of course being the only one where I want to keep my name secret, oh fucking great, hi mom!

Grandma, Daddy said you're inept

SO, my son goes to pre-school with the child of a certain recently and publicly disgraced x-politician, which in my state could be any number of people, but just to not cause that family any more grief, in case they google themselves I won't be using their real names. Anyway my mother sees a Valentine's day card rather poorly and haphazardly draw by the progeny of said politician and in front of my son says, "That poor Fake Kid's Name, they sure do have problems," and as if this were some Meet the Focker's-esque family comedy my son blurts out, "Fake Kid's Name really has problems!?! What grandma, Fake Kid's Name has problems?!?"
Panic mode ensues and we come up with some cover lie that he buys and stops repeatedly saying, "Fake Kid's Name really has problems!?!" It was like he was really curious about what problems Fake Kid's Name had.

Now the kids not only pass information on to their parents, unfortunately it's a two way street and your kids will rat you out to your parents, or misconstrue something you say and pass that along to the grand parents and get you in deep shit.
This has happened to me twice, but at this time I can only remember the details of the last time it happened.
My son collects comic books, which I store for him some where that his little brother can get at, and where he has to ask me to get them out, so I can keep track of them while he's using them. I managed to keep all of my childhood comics to pass on to him, and with a little luck I'll be able to keep them in good condition until he's old enough to take care of them on his own, and who knows maybe pass them on to his first born.
So he's going away to maternal grandmother's for the weekend, and the week before every day, several times a day he's asking me if he can bring the comics to grandma's house, so at first I'm like no you can't, that's not a good enough answer, "Why?" "Well because Grandma's going to be very busy watching you two boys, and you guys will have toys spread out all over the house and it will be too hard for her to keep track of the comics, and to make sure you little brother doesn't tear them or draw on them."
Now by the 20th time that answer starts to be, "I'll tell you why, Grandma can't chase after you boys all weekend to protect your comics from your brother," 40th time, "Grandma's not so good at keeping track of stuff," 6 millionth time, "LOOK GRANDMA'S NOT SO GOOD AT TAKING CARE OF STUFF, ALRIGHT I DON'T WANT YOUR COMICS DESTROYED!"
Ring, Ring, "Grandma, Daddy said I can't bring the comics because you're no good at taking care of stuff!" Just fucking great, how do you explain this one away, basically not worth the bother, and frankly she's not good at keeping track of things and taking care of stuff, but I tried hard and long to keep my real opinion under wraps, but that little punk broke me like a first timer in central booking.

random thoughts from the past year: Punk lyrics & BHT

A couple of times a year I check my palm pilot for ideas that I had wanted to expound on in this blog but never got around to, so in order in particular:

* 10/27/2006. Helping my 4 year-old make 77 punk mix, his first mix CD, using the Damned, the Sex Pistols, the Clash's first albums, I was looking up lyrics online to cut out any songs with curse words. I still play plenty of music that has foul language around him, but I don't think his first CD mix should be chock full of "fucks and shits," besides the only time I've heard either one of my boys curse was shortly after I did, (what did you say, duck? right you said duck).
The pressing question is what about Antichrist and whore? I don't feel like explaining these, though I doubt they would pick these words out of a fast punk song anyway.
TODAY'S COMMENT: Can't remember if we used the song with whore? My two year old has taken to saying stupid, which no one in my house says, so I guess he got that from TV, the say stupid in Charlie Brown / Peanuts a lot. It's fun when we're out and he says,"I'm not stupid!" Another fun one is my wife made the mistake of giving him coffee once, and we are at an open house for picking grammar schools for his older brother, he starts to act up my wife tries to calm him down and while the Principal is giving her speech, he yells, "I want coffee!" *

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General Mills started making most of their cereals with 100% whole grains, so I mistakenly thought cool I don't always have to spend five bucks at the healthfood store for cereal, so I let my son pick some Dora the Explorer cereal. We get it home and I notice BHT is listed in the ingredients, at first i think its in the packaging, but a closer look reveals that it's in the cereal. I didn't know that it was legal to put BHT in food, I thought they stopped that when I was a kid.
The next time I'm at the supermarket I start to check out some of General Mills "healthier" lines of cereal, and most have BHT.
I noticed a number of years ago when I first started to eat healthier, that a company will promote one healthy aspect of a food, like low fat, less sugar, no preservatives, but it will still have a number of other unhealthy ingredients like corn syrup, partially hydrogenated oils, etc. and no sugar usually means so sort of synthetic sweetener, sorry I'd rather have fat kids then predispose them for cancer.
So basically don't let yourself be tricked no matter how distracting your kids are in the supermarket.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

REBEL DAD LINK

Rebel Dad is great at home dad blog that I read about in the paper, not only is it a cool and informative blog, but it's got a ton of links to other stay-at-home-dad blogs. He was kind enough to link to Dissonant Dad, so big ups, mad props and good vibes sent in Rebel Dad's direction.
This reminds me I have to add a links section to my sidebar.

peace out

Experts denounce kids' cold elixirs

Some cause serious harm, they say

Sunday, March 18, 2007
BY ROBERT COHENSTAR-LEDGER WASHINGTON BUREAU

WASHINGTON -- Many of the country's leading pediatricians and medical experts have reached the conclusion that the most widely used cough and cold remedies for children do not work as advertised, and can cause a range of side effects including infant deaths from unintentional overdoses.
As a result, a number of prominent doctors and medical groups now oppose the use of over-the-counter cough and cold medicines for young children, unless recommended by a doctor.
And not just for young children: Last year, the American College of Chest Physicians issued guidelines that recommend against the use of such products for anyone under 14, finding they are "not useful ... and can actually be harmful."
Richard Irwin, a professor of medicine at the University of Massachusetts and chairman of an expert panel that issued the guidelines, said a scientific review of all available clinical data "found no high-quality studies" supporting the effectiveness or safety of children's cough and cold medications.
"Why use a drug not shown to work that can possibly hurt someone and maybe kill him?" said Irwin. "A common cold is a self-limited illness. We should not be using this with kids, especially young kids."

Despite growing concerns in the medical profession, OTC cough and cold remedies are heavily marketed for children and widely available at supermarkets, pharmacies and convenience stores. They include such popular brands as Triaminic, Dimetapp, Robitussin, NyQuil, Pedia Care, Little Colds and Delsym. Products advertised for use by toddlers and young children usually come in liquid form or chewable tablets.
Click here for the full article.

Monday, March 05, 2007

Oedipus & Civil Unions

A few months back my Pre-K son and I were joking around, at the time he was always talking about "marrying Mommy," oh Oedipus can you hear me, I guess some of Freud's cocaine fueled stabs in the dark actually hit the mark, it's funny reading about something Freshman year in college and actually seeing it happen in the flesh, anyway he knows that he gets my goat by saying he's married to Mommy, and we get into a "No, I'm married to Mommy," "No I'm married to Mommy," fight.
So I thought I'd throw him a curve ball and say, "Well I'm married to Matteo(my toddler son)," to which he responded, "A boy can't marry another boy!"
Arghhhh, well no they can't in most places, but there are civil unions, what if he says that in pre-school in front of the teachers, or worse in front of the kids with gay parents, they'll all think we're homophobic, filling our son full of hate, we're not homophobic, we lived in San Francisco for seven years and the old "some of our best friends in college were gay," but he saved my melt down by saying, "Well I guess if they can't find a nice girl they'd like to marry it's okay for a boy to marry another boy."
YES, he shoots, he scores! We conveyed our open-minded belief system without having to beat him over the head with barely age appropriate conversations.
I'm not one for sensationalism, but the fact that these boys are the same age as mine kind of freaked me out. I love the mother's excuse, "I was sleeping in the back room," like it's a situation that could happen to any responsible parent.

Video appears to show brothers, 2 and 5, smoking pot

You know how people always say, "You have to take a test to get a driver's license, you should have to take a test to have kids," well I think they should legalize non-physiologically addictive drugs but make people go through psychological testing to see if they are stable enough to handle them. I'm tired of teenagers and idiots serving as examples of why, "all drugs are bad," I know so many people that used recreational drugs responsibly (i.e. once they got serious responsibilities in their lives like kids & mortgages they either quit or drastically decreased their use), it's annoying that much of the public can't decipher the distinctions between, using, abusing and being addicted to drugs.