Bartender… Gimme a pint of milk!
So… this was a good find. I was told about this place over in Montlake (Seattle), by the Washington Park Arboretum that was just too good not to talk about right away…
Montlake Kiddie Corral
The Montlake Ale House is a pub where you can go and watch your favorite Word Cup match, have a pint of beer… and bring your kid! This place looks great, and I was going to wait until I personally check it out to do this, but I didn’t want anyone to miss out. I will do a better review after I check it out.
Montlake Ale House
2307 24th Avenue East
Seattle, WA 98112-2606
(206) 726-5968
Fun Search
So in a quest for some fun, active things to do. I may have over done it a little. I went online and started looking for some things that I like to do. I already have a ping-pong tourney in Des Moines, every Tuesday night at the All Star Sports Bar. You know, it’s really sad. I thought that I was the shit at ping pong. Usually, when I play people that I know, I win. I thought that I was really good at ping pong. Turns out… I am not. The last few weeks, I got eliminated right away. But I think the people that I am playing are really good. So I guess for good pong players… I am average.
Anyway, I searched for some games I really like. Dodgeball, and soccer. I found both. I found a bunch of dudes that play dodgeball every Tuesday and Friday night up in Seattle. It’s a little far, but I feel like it will be fun. I had to miss the Tuesday match, because of the ping pong. Bur Friday night at Cal Anderson Park, it’s on. And then I found a outdoor, Soccer Team that needs a goalie, they play on Sundays… I played last in high school in 97. But I have played off and on, indoor style. It should be an adventure… God I hope that my keeper skills haven’t deteriorated as much as my body has. I will let ya know how things go.
Have you ever thought you were really good at something, then found out you were not… heart breaking isn’t it? Hope I’m not setting myself up for a beating.
We Made The Seattle Times
From The Seattle Times
Wow…
Last Thursday, I got a call from a reporter at the Seattle Times, telling me that they were going to be doing a story on stay at home dads for the Father’s Day edition of the paper. She was wondering if it would be cool of she asked me some questions. I was like “heck ya” ask away. She did. A few hours later, the reporter called again and asked if she and a photographer could come out to the house in the morning and hang out for few hours and take some photos. Again, I said yes… thinking this would be perfect for getting the Seattle Area Stay at Home Dads group some more members, and some more visitors to the blog.
Well, you can read the story by clicking here!
but i must say, that the story seemed to make out to be some kind of stress case… look at the photo they chose. When they were taking this photo, I was thinking to myself how funny it would be if they chose this time (when I was feeding a baby, with a toddler attached to my head) to use the picture. Well they did, and wouldn’t ya know it… used the photo that made it look like was in complete disaster mode (I was not), and then put it with a headline that says “He’s Mr. Mom, at its the hardest job he has ever had”
Seriously!!! That’s what your going with. And it’s not like job is terrible at all. I love my job as caregiver. And it’s not like the other jobs I have had are hard at all (car salesman and bartender), so there is really no comparison.
It was fun to be in the paper, and I got a ton of visitors to the blog. It’s nice to see that some people are enjoying some of the stuff that I have put on the website in the last few years, and I hope that the comments keep coming. That why I make the blog… to get out there, make some connections online, and hopefully meet some other stay at home dads to BS with about our situations.
I Hate Laundry
I have begun to not wash my clothes until they are really dirty. I mean, either visibly dirty or offensively smelly. And I’m not doing this as some tree-hugging type of thing… it’s out of sheer laziness. That, and the fact that I need to figure out how to cut down on laundry some how. With my wife, tossing pretty much everything that she touches in the hamper. The kids going through 2,3, or 4, outfits in a day, some covered in poop!,. A bunch of towels and cleaning towels, burp rags, hooter hiders, swim stuff, and blankets and pissy sheets to cap it all off.
The laundry dosent stop… ever. And if you dont do it, like everyday… the stuff really gets out of hand.
I know that this is nothing new to all you moms and dads out there. But I just felt the need to point it out.
I put everything into piles like this… its crazy
- Boys socks
- Girls socks
- boys pants
- boys shirts
- boys pajamas
- boys shorts
- boys onesies
- boys jackets
- bibs
- burp rags
- girls pants
- girls shirts
- girls dress that get hung up
- girls shirts that get hung up
- swimsuits
- moms undies and stuff
- moms shirts
- moms pants
- moms shirts to hang
- moms pants to hang
- moms pjs
- moms socks
- dish towels
- bath towels
- hand towels
- hoodie towels
- and my stuff gets tossed into a drawer
And that’s it…
Potty Training Again
A about a month or two ago, we were pretty into the whole potty training thing. My wife even, several times, did the whole “Potty Party” thing where we decorated the bathroom and had stickers, prizes, and candy to reward her for using the toilet. Then we went on vacation, and the diapers came back on. Well, now that it’s just me and the kids all day, potty training is something that I really don’t even want to attempt to do. Until today.
For the first few hours we were able to stay in the bathroom, watch TV, and read books and play with barbies (tons of fun), and she went pee once. Then we came downstairs so i could get the bottle ready to feed the baby. I should have went back up stairs, but, instead I decided to feed the kid. A few minutes into the feeding, my daughter came running out of her play room holding a poopy diaper, saying “I got poop on my couch!”
“Shit!” I yelled (oops). I had to stop the feeding… which really pissed off the baby, and immediately stated a real “shit fit.” Then she handed me the diaper with a perfect ice-cream scoop size poop in it. Before I was able to grab the poopy diaper, she ran off, and the little sticky tabs on the diaper were stuck to her shirt, so the mess was going with her. I quickly grabbed the diaper, squishing the poop between my fingers, and carried her to the sink. Holding her in one arm, I washed off my poopy hand and finished off the job. What a mess.
The lesson is… there must be no interrupting the potty training day… or the feeding of the baby… How do ya do both?