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August 12, 2010

Where Are All The People?

After far too long, Who’s Your Daddy is back for your reading pleasure (or as close as I can get). The Family has just returned from a journey to the left coast to celebrate the Little Man’s Great Grandma’s 100th birthday among other family visits, events and other shenanigans. In our travels, between field trips to show the Little Man a real burrito (sorry NY) and to In-N-Out, I tried to squeeze in a bit of work here and there, accompanied by my partner in crime.

On a deliciously cool and foggy morning in San Francisco, as we walked to our breakfast meeting (no joke, he had my back for this meeting), the Little Man had his best thinking man face on as he turned to me and asked, “Dad, where are all the people?” It took me a minute to catch on (it ususually does) and then I realized, this kid is a New Yorker now. He’s used to elbowing out touristos and hipsters for a seat on the subway at all hours, so the sight of a sidewalk with room to breathe was a curious sight indeed. After I explained the relative plethora of space in San Francisco (and almost any US city other than NY) he went back to pondering short stack or full stack.

With the fog a distant memory, we’re back in the Manhattan’s sticky delight. Heading off to a breakfast of bagels and OJ, the Little Man looked up at me with that smile that will melt a few hearts in years to come and stated, “Dad, I’m glad to see all the people again.” Buddy, I think they’re glad to see you too.

February 24, 2010

Explore Your World

In a moment inspired by reliving aspects of my childhood exploring nooks and crannies of San Francisco with my parents, the Little Man and I set out this past Sunday to explore New York’s Chinatown. I have great memories of the amazing sights and sounds of San Francisco neighborhoods and the Little Man is a huge fan of the books by Miroslav Sasek, including both “This Is San Francisco” and “This Is New York” given he has been lucky enough to have lived in both cities. He wasn’t quite as sure as I was about this adventure, but a hot chocolate and ice skating at the end of the rainbow inspired him right out the door.

As we approached Chinatown, we started to realize that without knowing, we happened to pick the day of the Chinese New Year Parade and the streets were packed. We literally walked up to the parade route five minutes before the parade came down the street. Incredible.

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While the Little Man was a bit overwhelmed, we enjoyed the parade and then headed off so I could repay his indulgence with that hot chocolate and ice skating. We had a great day that started out with no plans.

The whole point is this – explore your world, be it your neighborhood, borough or city. Don’t just keep walking by that store or restaurant you’ve always wondered about – go in and check it out. Go to a neighborhood that isn’t your own. We’re lucky to live in a city like New York where every block is a new adventure but every city has someplace to explore. My advice is to let the age of your little one dictate the distance and duration of your trip – but get out there and you never know what you might stumble across!

July 28, 2009

Who’s That Man?

Sitting at the playground on a Tuesday morning watching my two year old playing in the sand. He’s old enough now so I’m not hovering but still close enough to quickly jump in to prevent sand eating or some other interesting maneuver in his bag of tricks. My parental spidey sense on high, I’ve got the weird feeling that someone is watching. I scan the playground and notice that a group of nannies seems to be keeping an eye on me. Hmmm? I’m here with my kid, isn’t it obvious? I guess not.

That was about five years ago in San Francisco, but I’ll bet the same scene plays out in any playground. A man on a weekday without a female chaperone was enough to set off the silent alarms for the “regulars.” I’m no trailblazer and have met several stay at home dads who did it long before me.

Five years ago, though, a stay at home dad? Come on, just taking the day off, right? Wife sick today? Out of town, maybe? Nope, I stay at home with our son and my wife works.

My friends thought I was the luckiest man in the world. Wives at the playground thought my wife was the luckiest woman in the world. Good news is that they were both right. Bad news is that they were both wrong.

Watch the kid, do the grocery shopping, cook the meals, clean the house, wait a second – this is hard work. Hey mom! How the heck did you handle all those jobs with two kids? How the heck did grandma do this with four kids?

And my wife…a full time working woman who is the CEO of her own company with a small child a home? That will be one full serving of guilt with a side of male bias and throw in a dash of that female disapproval over here please. Perfect.

There’s no magic formula, no secret sauce. What’s best? Who knows? So when you ask, “Who’s that man?” Probably same as that woman there, or that couple over there. Parents who are juggling like clowns on roller skates who are just trying to make it work.