Guys know about a lot of things...

…apparently baby stuff isn’t one of them.

Guys, guys, guys. Some of you really need to step up your game. The tidal wave of house husbands is starting to make you look downright foolish. Now don’t get me wrong, I know guys aren’t stupid. We know a lot, about a lot of different things––like sports, cars, blue jeans, fishing, the list goes on and on. And I’m right there with you fellas. As many of you probably know, there’s nothing I enjoy more than getting under the hood and working on my car’s carburetor…or struts even. Yes, I would go so far as to say strut repair is one of my favorite leisure time activities. However, just because us guys know all about such manly things, doesn’t mean we can remain completely clueless about our offspring. Look bros, I’m on your side, I really am, so consider this some constructive criticism. After all, the house husband movement is just as much about male empowerment as it is about female empowerment. All of us need to become more well-rounded.

Let me give you a few examples of this male blissful ignorance I have encountered in recent weeks. Presented for your reading pleasure in bulleted list form (take note, here I am exhibiting my well-roundedness…the ability to use both numbered and bulleted lists).

• I was at one of my favorite local sandwich shops recently (let’s call it the St. Louis Bread Company to keep things anonymous) when a really nice guy approached me while we were waiting for our orders and asked about my stroller. First, to my most loyal readers, I know what you’re thinking, “What happened to your air of inapproachability? Have you gone soft?” (Newer readers, if you’re lost, check this out to help get you up to speed (and aspiring bloggers…that is called self-citation, blogging is all about self-promotion)) Trust me, I have not gone soft…well, with one small exception. There is nothing I like talking about more these days than baby equipment and/or baby statistics…I will go to any lengths to spread the house husband word. So, I was practically giddy when our sandwich shop gentleman asked if my stroller was one of those convertible stroller/car seat things. “Yes, indeed,” I responded, barely able to contain my excitement. I then launched into a nuanced description of the stroller’s features and lay out, complete with pertinent hand gestures. As I was explaining that there was a car seat component that lifts out, but that it had a height/weight limit that Jacob had outgrown, my protégé shook the deer in headlights expression from his face and said, “So, it’s almost not worth getting, huh? Since they outgrow it so fast.” Now, I could be underestimating this guy, as he might be planning to kick it seriously old school and put his baby in a cardboard box in the backseat for the first six months or so, but I’m not entirely sure what his other options are as far as newborn car seats go. My hypothesis, he was suffering from a very common guy problem, a lack of understanding that babies don’t reach Jacob size within 2 or 3 months and zero appreciation of baby weight/height ranges in general. Our next example will illustrate this further… 
• I was at another one of my favorite sandwich shops recently (let’s call it Subway) and the cashier (a guy, obviously) asked how old Jacob was, because he was, “A beast!” I told him he was around nine months. He said, “Yeah, I have a 12 month old, but she’s tiny…like 28 pounds.” 12 months…28 pounds? I guess that might be tiny…if he has a baby elephant.

See guys, it’s really just the basics. Heights and weights. Car seats and strollers. Don’t get me wrong, I’m no expert on baby stuff, but I’m getting to the point that I can get by. That’s our goal guys…the ability to get by. Remember, since we have successfully played the expectations game over the past several centuries, the bar is so low that we can practically topple over with very minimal effort. Together we can do this.

2:30

So, what are you supposed to do at 2:30? I hate 2:30. By 2:30, I've used up all my best baby-entertaining material. Hilarious voices, walks in the stroller, each and every toy in the toy bin, random car rides, flap books that teach us how to do everything, you name it. By 2:30, Jacob has either already napped, or more likely these days, won't be napping without an epic struggle. And I do mean epic, like Biggie v. Tupac Hit 'em Up style epic. And to make the situation even more dire, How I Met Your Mother never comes on before 4:00 and Keeping Up with the Kardashians is only occasionally on, on a seemingly random schedule I've yet to decipher -- ahem, not that I care. And if all of that wasn't enough, at 2:30, Michelle won't be home from work for 5 more hours. How is that possible?!? 

What won't I do to serve my readers? #dedication

Thus I ask again, what are you supposed to do at 2:30? I mean, everyone knows what to do at 4:20, but alas, for 2:30 there seems to be no easy answer. Luckily for all you non-working schlubs out there who can't just kick back and chow down on some bon-bons...or whatever it is working folk do in their corner offices...because a miniature human is ceaselessly propelling himself across the floor in a furious army crawl in unending pursuit of the glory that is Baptism by dog-bowl water (see above), I've been toying with a few ideas to mitigate the 2:30 problem. In random numbered list form they are as follows:

1.   Make a Starbucks run. Mundane and hackneyed, I know. Also, not particularly effective or desirable from a time-killing or health perspective, but remember, we’re desperate here. I’m assuming that if you’re reading this, and thus have access to the internet, you probably live within 5 minutes of a Starbucks. However, 10 minutes of relief is better than nothing. As to the potential long-term health impact of Starbucks wares, the key is, the effects are likely long-term, and really, who wants to even think about living to see a post-Keeping Up with the Kardashians world anyway?

2.   Drive around until the baby finally falls asleep…then drive around some more because once he’s asleep there’s really no other option. Granted this option is riddled by at least three problems. Let’s call them A, B, and C to keep things clear and organized. 

A.  Driving around for an hour or so is probably more boring than playing with the baby for the same amount of time. By playing, I of course mean stopping the inevitable attempts at one-by-one devouring of the vertical blinds. And driving is definitely more boring that listening to the Dinosaur Trains theme song on endless loop.

B.  Driving around wastes gas and hurts the environment. This never fails to nag at my conscience. I really don’t need the planet’s degradation on my head, on top of everything else.

C.  Driving around wastes money. Of course, if we were really worried about saving money, we probably shouldn’t have had kids in the first place.

3.   Suck it up and tough it out. Not terribly appealing because it usually results in a crying mess….and the baby doesn’t like it that much either.

4.   Make up some type of grooming or general baby care activity (e.g., bath, feeding, awesome hair style experimentation) that doesn’t really need doing, but can serve to fill a few minutes. We’re really grasping at straws now…

So, what are you supposed to do at 2:30? Take home point…I really have no idea.

Dude, seriously?

The Wait, Didn’t I Used to Have a Blog Edition

So yeah, to all my legions of loyal followers out there in the blogosphere, I apologize for abandoning you. In my defense, I did have a baby almost 10 months ago now (well, my wife had a baby…I hate when men try to take credit for these things, and don’t even get me started on people who say “we’re pregnant”), so I have been busy. Well, maybe busy isn’t the most accurate descriptor, let’s go with occupied. I think all you parents out there will get where I’m coming from on that one. Nothing makes you feel simultaneously extremely busy and completely idle and non-productive as taking care of a young child. Never in my life have I watched so much mind-numbingly pointless television to pass the time during feedings, play time, naps, etc. Let’s just say, if you need advice on redecorating your house or the latest update on what your favorite Kardashian has been up to, I’m your man.

After my wife’s maternity leave was up, I took over the child care duties so she could go back to work. Guess that makes me one of those (supposedly) increasingly more common stay-at-home Dads (I prefer house husband, but that’s just me), although I’ve yet to come across another one personally. To be fair, I try not to leave the house or interact with other people when I can avoid it, so my sampling method might be a bit flawed. Why did I make this highly magnanimous sacrifice (not really)? Because I can “work from home” (aka I’m unemployed) and I was willing to put my career on hold for the good of my family (aka my wife can make more bank than I can). Anyway, getting to spend so much time with my wonderful, beautiful baby boy, filling a traditionally female-dominated role, has taught me some things that might be of interest to men and women alike. I present them here in numerical list form for no particular reason, because that’s how I roll.

I win!

1. This one’s for all the “working” men from the beginning of time who have dumped all the childcare responsibilities on their wives/partners. You stink. Especially those of you who have wives that work outside the home as well and yet still do most or all of the child care. I don’t care how much money you make/made and how you are the bread winner and how manly you are in fulfilling your very manly duties. You have no idea what unassisted child rearing does to a person. I mean, I split the duties pretty much evenly with my wife and I still find myself going nearly insane sometimes. Ahem, I mean, insane with wonderfulness and joy of course…because having children is nothing but happiness and sunshine (whew, I think I covered that well).
2.  Gender roles really are fascinating when you think about it. I mean, I find it pretty awesome that I often get heaped with praise for not completely ignoring my child. This has happened on numerous occasions in the past 10 months. I particularly enjoy it when my wife is present and the praise heaper usually adds a comment aimed at her that goes something like, “You’re so lucky!” Presumably because she didn’t marry a Neanderthal? I’m not sure if men have just been playing the longest expectations game in history (i.e., setting the bar progressively lower with selfish neglect of familial duties) or are just complete jerks. Probably the latter…we’re not that smart. Not to mention, we’ve even managed, through our historical control of all of our society’s key institutions (don’t knock it women, that’s what you get for lazing around with the kids all these centuries), to ingrain this expectation gap in official records and policy. For example, the Census Bureau counts father-provided parenting as child care (i.e., babysitting), but mother-provided parenting as, well, parenting. The only possible conclusion one can draw from these fun little instances of misogyny that pervade our society…being a guy is awesome!  
3. You know one thing that is awesome about taking care of an infant (disclaimer: I remain completely clueless about the different monikers for young children and the differences between them – baby, infant, etc – so forgive me if I use them incorrectly or interchangeably)?  The satisfaction one gets from getting your child to take a nap. For example, Jacob (my baby) fights sleep like Chris Brown and Drake in a nightclub. If he doesn’t fall asleep while drinking his bottle, you’re basically out of luck (I have to point this out, did anyone notice I used “bottle” in a completely different context in the sentence after referencing Chris Brown and Drake…I kill myself sometimes). Try to rock him, he throws himself back and screams; try to lay him down in his crib, he screams; try to lie down with him in the bed, he makes a Kamikaze-style headlong dive off the edge of the bed. So when/if you do get him to sleep after all that, the only thing to do is snap a picture (see above), text it to your wife with the caption “I win!!” and crank up some Zombie Nation and jump around a bit in celebration (note: make sure to leave the room before cranking up the Zombie Nation...speaking from experience here).
4. Hands down best thing about being a parent though, you can win any argument about anything (and I mean anything…don’t try to limit yourself to things that are actually related to having children) against anyone without children by giving a condescending snort and saying, “You obviously don’t have kids.” Boom, game over. I noticed this before I had a kid and it always annoyed me…not anymore. My time has come.
5. Ever find yourself making sound effects to go along with every day activities, like getting dressed, closing a door, or putting something down on the table, even when no one is around? Ahem, me either (darting eyes side to side).  
6.  Ever find yourself talking to or smiling at your dog in way that suggests you are anticipating some kind of verbal and/or facial expression response? Pshhh…no, I certainly don’t ever confuse my dog for my kid (eyelid twitching).
7. Know what I really like to do while the baby is sleeping? Nothing. 
8. Do you disagree with or don’t understand anything I said in this post? You obviously don’t have kids.