Thanks, Dad. For being more than mom’s lover

Today as I was surfing the net I found something very weird. It was not a surprise. The surprise would be not to find something weird while looking around in the internet. But this was awkward beyond weird. It made me think. And as I don’t talk that much, I like to think a lot.

Hey, don’t come again with that argument that 1 year old kids can’t surf the net. Of course I can. And I do. And if you don’t believe just do the following exercise.

1. Seat a one year old infant on your lap. Did you do it? Ok.

2. Pull yourself close to a table where there’s a laptop. You don’t even have to turn it on. I bet the baby is already reaching for the keyboard and tapping it like it was the best thing ever. Right?

The reason it happens his because we (babies) want so much to be able to find all those exciting things you adults keep looking at. And usually you don’t allow us.

Ok, now you did the exercise, take your time to clean up the mess the kids made on your laptop and than come again to see what I was talking about.

Are you back? Good.

Just look at this

See? What do you think? It’s always good to read in the same sentence the words father, mother, daughter and love. It’s beautiful, right?

Not quite so! It’s is sooooooo limiting of the role of the fathers. And so diminishing of the mothers. Not to talk about the daughter herself!

If all my father did was loving my mother he wouldn’t be my father. He’d be her consort. On the other hand, this quote implies that moms just need to be loved by dads, and that’s all the caregiving (or at least the most important, according to the quote) dads have to do in the family.

And the daughters? Am I not entitled to something more than seeing my father nudge and fondle my mother?

Not to talk about the single-parent families. I guess they don’t even come into the equation when you’re thinking about something like this.

Well, I’m sure that’s not the intention of all those sharing this “beautiful” piece of art… but there’s where it ends.

Well, what do I know, right? I’m just a baby…

Is this great or what?

Ok, I’m swollen with pride. I think I’ll blow up if I don’t tell relieve my inner pressure…

This is the science project I presented to school this morning. Yes, I did this. Well mom helped a little, and even my sister gave a hand (but that didn’t help at all ;)).

So? What do you think? Am I an artist or what? ;P

Why can’t I say… that word?

It’s really unfair!

I’ve been grounded. For almost 10 minutes I had to be in my room without my favorite toys, just looking at the walls (according to dad I should think in life!)
Why? I don’t even know… Ok I said that word repeatedly, and dad kept saying that I shouldn’t keep repeating that word, but it was not that important was it? It’s just a word. i still don’t understand why can’t I say it. What’s the difference between that word and the other hundreds we use to talk, to express ourselves? And if there’s a difference why is that no one can explain it to me?
When I said something like this to my father he just said:

You can’t use that word because I told you so. You can’t use it and that’s it? And everytime you use that word you can be sure you’ll be grounded!

What kind of reasoning is this? I know I’m just a 4 year old kid and I don’t have a clue on what is logic and so on… But if I would know what logic is, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t find any here… “because I told you so”!? Is that even an argument? It doesn’t look like, right?
When my mom came home I turned to her for some enlightening on this issue, and so I asked her, what was this about; why can’t we use this word? Hr answer was quite long and I didn’t understand half of it, but I did retain one word: convention. There was something about society rules, and conventions and the fact that all the people together as a society have decided to ban some words out of our daily discourses… Well, Although I didn’t get half Of what she was saying, I could understand there were some arguments in here. Fumble ones, but still they were arguments – see how it works, dad?- and one could resonate on them.
That’s when I asked my mom, why would our language have words that we couldn’t use in the end? That didn’t make much sense to me, did it? What did the person who invented our language have to say about this?

But as I was waiting for my mother’s arguments, she said: “It’s time for dinner, honey. We’ll talk about that tomorrow, ok?”

Well, the dinner was meatballs, so I’ll guess I’ll continue with this some other time 🙂

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We went to Austin and we lived to tell the story

It’s true. A couple of weeks ago we went to Austin, Texas, for the Dad 2.0 Summit, as we let you know at the time. We promised some feedback, and we failed to give it… until now!

It was a great conference and we had a great time!

To begin with, you might ask why we attended a conference for dads. We’re supposed to be a couple of children, right? Well, every time we can we get away and we try to infiltrate grown-ups parties to understand them… although we’re still far away from achieving it (understanding them, we mean…).

Back to Austin, we had a great time! We met some fantastic people (well, they were all adults, but still they were cool!). And we learned a lot! We were able to understand what is on other parents’ mind (if we can’t understand our own parents, maybe we could understand others, right?); we were able to understand many technological trends; we could sense the inexorable shift in the fatherhood paradigm; we could feel how fathers are moving away from the traditional stereotype; and more than that, how they feel insulted by that specific stereotype.

We also had lots of conversations about our next big venture – Limetree – and we had a great feedback! Hope all of you try it out!

Thank you to all of those who hung out with us during those 3 days! It was very nice to meet you all! 😉

We sure hope to meet you again soon!

That fruit in the bottle…

– What’s your favorite color, son?

– Orange, dad. I love orange, don’t you?

– Yes, I like orange too, Zee… And your favorite food? What’s your favorite food?

– Humm… I like meatballs! With spaghetti… That’s my favorite food, meatballs with spaghetti, dad…

– Great, son, that´s very good. I like meatballs, too. And what about fruit. What’s your favorite fruit?

– Oh, that one is easy, dad… I love those drinking fruit that come in those bottles… That’s definitely my favorite fruit!