I like to think I’m a different kind of dad.
No, not better. Just different.
And different is good.
I love to be highly involved with our two li’l dudes. That’s probably just the teacher in me.
Now, when I say “highly involved” I don’t mean I’m with them, holding their hand, instructing them every 8 seconds and protecting them from every danger. I love playing with them and watching their imaginations take flight. I love providing them with new things to learn and watching the “ah ha” moments. Of course, it’s easier with Bang, he’s only 22 months. He memorizes his picture book. He loves “Freight Train” by Donald Crews. He finishes the sentences and knows the colors. We’re working on the counting part. But when Crash (5) reads a book and he can read assistant, experiment and other big words, I feel the same joy.
We play your normal games like hide and seek and tag and with toys. The real fun comes when we make up a game. Then we get to make up the rules, too. We learned fast to make the rules fit our needs. If you’re allowed to use your hands, then I’m allowed to use the pool noodle (I think that was from a variation of soccer). We jump on the trampoline. We go running. Crash can run a mile in 14 minutes (though he usually gets bored at a 1/2 mile). Bang walked a mile and three quarters.
I take Bang to playgroup. There’s usually one other dad there. (Though I didn’t go today because of work)
So I’m involved. Whoopee.
I also love to cook. I try to find a new recipe at least once a week. It usually ends up being every other week, of course. But I try. Today I made :