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…


I told you… teeth!

I told you I was in pain. But no one listened to me. Ok, mom and dad cared, and hugged me and kissed me… but quite frankly that didn’t help much.

Do you want to know what actually helped? The tooth finally came out!

What a relief…

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

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!


This is the end of the World as we know it…

My mouth aches! And it aches a lot…

But mom and dad don’t seem to understand. So I took some more drastic measures… I’ll explain everything.

Everything went just fine in my life. My days are quite the same everyday and that’s how I like them. I wake up early in the morning. Actually, I still want to sleep a little, but I wake up just to be able to listen the silence in my parents bedroom. I wait a little bit (sometimes I even laugh in anticipation) and then I just cry, as loud as I can, and I wake my parents! It’s so funny how they look when their sleepy…

Then my mother holds me and breastfeeds me. It’s sooooo gooooood!!! And I go back to sleep – got it? First you wake your parents. It can’t be too early otherwise they’ll go back to sleep. Make it half an hour to 45 minutes before their alarm sets off. It’s the best time for them to wake. Then you get back to sleep, like an angel.

By 9 or 10 am I wake again. By then I’m totally ready for my day. I play a little with my toys and then it’s time to eat again. During the playing hours (or should I say minutes…) I also take the time for that good poo. My mom changes my diaper and if I’m lucky I’ll just manage to put my foot (or both of them) inside the poo ! And that’s a party. Except for my mom that doesn’t seem to like it… go figure.

At noon it’s almost lunch and… well, you’re getting the picture: sleep, eat, play and poo. That’s my life. Until now.

Because from one day to the other, my mouth began to ache! I don’t know what’s going on with it. My gums itch and they hurt and… I don’t know, but it feels like I have to grab everything and put it in my mouth and rub it in my gums. And even then it won’t get better but it feels like you just have to do it. That’s why I cry so many times these days… and that’s why I sleep so badly at nights.

My parents weren’t getting it, so I took it in my hands (actually in my gums) to show them. So when I mother breastfed me yesterday I bit her nipple. She cried in horror and just said to my father: “Thank god she doesn’t have teeth yet!”

“Teeth! That’s it! That’s what’s going on.” Now I know. It isn’t better, but at least I know…

I’m Mia and I’m 6 months.. Thanks for being there…

We’re coming to Texas

So we’ve heard Texas is nice this time of year.

For what we know the weather is good and warm and you can forget about the winter for a couple of days. Therefore, we decided to join a bunch of other nice guys (can I say bunch of guys, dad? ) and we decided to get to get together for a weekend. It’s DAD2.0 coming up, in Austin!

I'm Attending The Dad 2.0 Summit

Hopefully we’ll make new friends, learn a lot and have a good time… for one weekend there’s no bedtime, right mom? You are going to let us stay up a little later, right? Say, 10pm?

We’ll let you folks know what’s going on… until then, cheers… we are traveling!