I'm beginning to have an understanding of what my father felt when he came home after working all day, grabbed our baseball mitts, and stepped into my room to ask if I wanted to play catch. He would usually find me on the floor of my room, in the midst of a galactic battle between good and evil, Empire and Rebellion. Now that I'm a father, I find myself with two young daughters who have the same view of their father as their grandfather once held.
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At this point I was feeling pretty good about myself and the conversation. I felt I'd taken a stand for equal rights and promised to defend my daughters' reproductive rights. I was feeling much like a bona fide father of the year candidate when I was blind sided by the next question. "So, how do they get in there then?" she asked.
The Dad 2.0 Summit was recently held in Houston, TX, and a large portion of the event focused on the relationship between advertisers and dads — or the lack thereof. Fathers are staying at home in increasing numbers, and according to this NY Times piece, many of them are tired of being treated by advertisers as if they're not up to task.
I am forever a goner over any photo of a kid in a superhero costume, like the one above of Owen — that Spider-Man costume is stellar. Speaking of: these photos are largely dude dominated. Where are my tiny female saver-of-days?! You guys can drop those and more in our Flickr pool. In the meantime, here's a batch of this week's reader snaps.
When I was a kid, growing up with bright red hair wasn't easy. It's tough to remember just how red it was as it fades with age. I mean, it was a really deep dark oxidation red. A burnt umber that would have made Bob Ross sigh in delight and approval. Besides the typical teasing of being the odd looking kid in the neighborhood, there was an inordinate amount of hair touching that occurred back then too.
I watched my neighbors connect. It's something I don't think we get the chance to do that often anymore. During this age of social media, many of us spend more time updating statuses or tweeting than we do sitting down and having a conversation. Even better, a conversation over a slice of pie. There is something inherently neighborly and folksy about ruminating over pie.