Yesterday Mommy went to the doctor for her newest check-in. The doctor confirmed you sound great. And to our surprise, she slid up the date in which Mommy and me and your brother Jack will find out whether you are a boy or a girl.
That is great, because that’s about 2 weeks earlier than we were expecting. That visit will take place on November 25th, just about a week after Jack’s 5th birthday.
Your heart rate is about the same as your brother Jack’s was; which may be an indication that you just might actually be a boy; despite my heart still telling me you’re a girl.
Apparently, typically it’s girls’ heartbeats that are faster than boys’.
I’m excited to find out, but more than anything, I think I’ll be relieved just knowing either way.
Are you Holly or are you Logan?
By the way, I didn’t even realize it until Mommy brought it up last night, but just like clockwork, her nausea has finally went away now that she is in her 2nd trimester with you.
I am so happy for her that she doesn’t have to constantly suffer in that way, like she had to do for the entire 1st trimester.
This week Mommy found a good deal online on Huggies diapers and some wipes. So Tuesday evening, I brought in a big box from the front porch.
Your brother Jack help haul the contents of the package piece by piece.
Therefore, your fairly empty bedroom is beginning to fill up.
I assume that by default, we’ll be more prepared for your arrival that we were Jack’s. For me especially, I feel that even though it was 5 years ago when Jack was born, I’ve now got the basics down of “what to do with a brand-new baby.”
These days, when you live in a suburban bedroom community like we do, the norm is to see one, if not both, vehicles parked in the driveway… not the garage.
Yes, that sort of defeats the purpose- why have a 2 car garage if you don’t use it to park your 2 cars in?
The answer becomes evident the moment you drive by these houses when their garage doors happen to be up.
You will see unpacked boxes, kids’ riding toys, and lawn care equipment; among other random items. I often see garages simply turned in to man caves.
It has become the cultural norm in neighborhoods like mine to use a 2 car garage for storing junk, in addition to items normally found in a garage.
My theory is that this is not happening simply because people have too much junk; though I definitely believe that’s a big part of it, as middle class Americans.
I would have to think the main reason is because garages in cookie cutter neighborhoods like mine are smaller than the garages our parents’ houses had in the 1980s and 1990s, where living in a bedroom community wasn’t necessary, as so many of us grew up in small towns where there were still jobs; before everything moved to China.
A 2 car garage is a selling point when showing a home to a commuter family like mine. We don’t care how big the garage actually is, as long as we can 2 cars in there if we wanted to.
But by the time the family moves in the house, it becomes more practical for them to store their junk in the garage than it is to figure out how to carefully park both vehicles in there each day.
As for me, though, my wife is the equivalent to the lovable Jewish character on Friends, Monica Geller.
There is no such thing as “junk” in our house. If it ever existed, it got thrown out long ago.
Every weekend we clean our entire house. No junk gets left behind, trust me.
Please note that on my own, I wouldn’t be this disciplined. But as part of a married couple, and as a family, we live a deliberate lifestyle in which park both cars in our garage every day.
By no means does that make us better than the majority; if anything, it makes us strange in the neighborhood.
Yesterday I drove home from work in the 2015 Lexus GX that our family will be reviewing this weekend.
As large as it is, I made it fit. I had to move the garbage can as well as my son’s wagon, but I made it work. Fortunately, the back door swings out, so I can still access the very back even with the garage door closed.
I just can’t bring myself to park a car in the driveway when I have a garage. Not to mention, I’m always paranoid someone will break into my car at night if I just leave it outside; despite the extremely low crime rate where I live- where the speed limit is 20, and there are cops proactively patrolling all the time. I even the lock the car doors after I’ve already shut the garage door.
After being invited by Chevy to attend the Nashville Auto Show last weekend, you and I made the nearly one hour drive from our new home in Spring Hill to downtown Nashville.
I think one of your favorite vehicles to check out was the City Express. But of course, you went crazy over the Corvette; as did I.
You also enjoyed playing a dice game at the Geico booth and getting your picture made with the big gecko.
Of course, there’s no denying that perhaps your favorite part was running and jumping through the new Music City Center where the event took place.
When you and I hang out together, I always find way to help you run wild and burn off “little boy energy” in the process.
You got quite a thrill out of jumping off 4 stairs at a time. You truly are Jumping Jack Flash!
We also explored downtown Nashville a little bit.
You commented that the people riding the peddle trolleys were “too loud.”
Granted, that’s what many tourists do when they come here. They drink beer at 10:47 in the morning while shouting the lyrics to Walk the Moon’s “Shut Up and Dance”, as they ride the peddle trolleys downtown.
A stranger offered to take our picture together with the “Batman Building” in the background.
And I took your picture with the year 2010 engraved on the sidewalk, which is the year you were born.
I’m glad Chevy reached out to us about the Nashville Auto Show. By us going there, it provided good quality father and son time for us.
We can make an adventure out of anything. We can make a road trip out of a one hour commute to downtown Nashville to look at new cars and then run around the new Music City Center.
This morning as my wife and I were getting ready for work, we were talking about the concept of how parents can influence their kids, even without trying to.
For example, no matter how much you praise your child on their abilities, talents, and looks, they can be just as influenced by the way you, the parent, see yourself.
As Bekah on The Wally Show explained yesterday morning, a mother who picks herself apart in front of the mirror will often, by default, teach her daughter to do the same; no matter how much the mother compliments the daughter.
We learn so much from our parents.
Today is my dad’s 59th birthday. So naturally, having just had this conversation, I’ve been thinking all day about the ways my dad made me who I am; whether he meant to or not.
I easily thought of 5 ways:
1) Diet:
The first story that comes to mind was back in the late 80s one time when my dad stopped to get gas for his Ford Ranchero.
I asked him if I could get a candy bar inside the gas station. He reluctantly said yes, but went on to explain how unhealthy candy bars were, because of “all that sugar”. He told me how little boys my age needed to be eating healthier foods.
That made me curious. I then asked him when the last time he had eaten he candy bar. He replied, “Years… I probably was a boy. But I shouldn’t have, because those things aren’t healthy.”
Similarly, I can also specifically remember, around the same time, we were watching 20/20 on TV and there was a special about how kids were having heart attacks because of their diets.
My dad warned me if I didn’t start eating healthier foods, I could end up like those kids on TV who had heart attacks.
In our house, we never had white bread; only wheat. I felt deprived.
Granted, those elementary school years passed, then my teens, then my college years, and I ate horribly the whole time; whenever it was up to me. I didn’t heed his advice.
But by the time I reached my late 20s, I started seeing my processed food diet catch up with me…
Now, look at me. I am the strictest vegan anyone personally knows. If it weren’t for my dad, though, I wouldn’t currently be the healthy man I am.
If it weren’t for my dad, these days I would be a highly medicated guy: I would take something daily for severe allergy and sinus issues; and I would still constantly be suffering eczema, paying for prescription medicine to attempt to alleviate it, but not cure it.
That all went away when I became a vegan 2 and a half years ago; not to mention I’ve effortlessly remained in the perfect weight range for my height and weight since then.
I am confident that my dad’s “you better stop eating candy cars or you’re going to be a kid who has a heart attack” comments greatly influenced me for the good; even if I couldn’t appreciate it at the time.
It was ingrained in me from my dad that it’s important to prevent cancer and disease; not simply focus on the cure.
Here’s a webisode that he and I made with my son; which hints on the fact we don’t trust microwaves:
2) Being active:
Plus, my dad was always physically active. During my entire childhood, he participated in martial arts; he was a black belt. Back in 1992, he even won 1st place in the sparring competition, for his division in northern Alabama.
(As for me in modern day, I regularly run and go mountain biking; plus I take at least two 10 minute walks outside during my breaks.)
Quite regularly, I when I was a kid, I would go with my dad to his Tuesday night practices and workouts. I knew that he would let me get a cheeseburger at Hardee’s on the way home if I went with him.
Here’s another webisode that my dad and I made with my son; which features my dad in one of his classic karate uniforms:
3) Letting me make my own decisions
And perhaps that’s another way he influenced me: He let me make my own decisions, even sometimes when he knew there was a better way.
I’m not sure I’ll be as hands off with my own son. I don’t know that I can be as Libertarian with my son as my dad was with me.
But had my dad not been so laissez-faire with me (a policy or attitude of letting things take their own course, without interfering), there’s a good chance I would rebelled and acted out as a kid, teenager, and even a young adult.
So twenty years ago, during the reign of grunge, I had the long hair and the baggy jeans; and my dad never once revealed he was concerned about it.
Of course, my dad also taught me, by default, to be calm-assertive.
These qualities are only the tip of the iceberg. In all this, it was not only his words, but more importantly, his actions that inspired me how to live my life.
4) Faith
Going deeper, I grew up with my dad reading me stories from the Bible for my bedtime stories, teaching my Sunday School classes at our church, and leading the youth group at church.
Therefore, I do my best to lead my own family in the teachings of Christianity; not out of tradition, but as a way of life- serving others, not judging them.
I seriously doubt my blog would be called Family Friendly Daddy Blog if it weren’t for him. He never cussed, so neither do I. Curse words never seemed necessary in order to communicate something worth saying.
5) Politics
And when it comes to politics, I see that I have become my dad as well:
“Vote for the lesser of the two evils; whether that happens to be a Democrat or a Republican.” I remember he told me that a couple elections ago and it’s stuck with me.
A mindset like that requires an individual to use critical thinking beyond what they are taught by either the left wing or the right wing.
After all, they are both wings of the same bird.
Ultimately, he taught me to question the norm. And I do. That is a huge part of who I am.
It’s even one of the main reasons my wife started dating me, as she has told me before, “You always seem so confident in what you believe, even if it not what most other people believe.”
So really, the way I see it, it’s undeniable that my dad greatly influenced who I am. Today he turns 59 years old. Despite whatever gift card my wife and I mailed him for his birthday, these words today are my gift to him more than anything else.
I am not an animal rights activist. I’m not a tree hugger. But watching Blackfish a couple of years ago forever changed my view of orcas.
Yesterday I couldn’t help but notice that in addition to “Non-Christmas Starbucks cups” making the news this week, another headline grabbing attention is the fact that Sea World has officially surrendered:
They are still able to continue breeding orcas in captivity, but at least this news is a major step in the right direction.
Each day on my Facebook feed, I’ve kept up with Blackfish; ever since I watched the documentary when it first came out 3 years ago in 2013. I’ve watched how sponsors of Sea World have dropped out due to the controversy, I’ve learned how attendance continues to diminish, and now, I’ve seen how in a last ditch effort to please stockholders, I know now that Sea World has decided to make their killer whale show a thing of the past.
Ultimately, this all happened because of a documentary that people watched on Netflix (not movie theaters), and then from there, word began spreading online about Sea World’s history with orcas.
The surprising reason I’m happiest about Sea World removing orcas from their shows is this:
It’s proof that when enough of the free market becomes enlightened on an issue, positive changes can take place… even without the assistance of the government, ridiculous bans from far-right or far-left groups, or violent protests from the people.
Sea World isn’t dropping their orca show due to our government passing a law saying they can’t… or because certain groups officially “banned” them like Starbucks coffee, or because some lunatic bombed Sea World.
Instead, this happened because the free market collectively became educated on the subject and the free market decided it would not continue to support Sea World’s killer whale shows like it used to.
That is much different that an official “ban” against Sea World.
I am happy about this because it is another phenomenon in which documentaries on Netflix influence casual watchers like us to actually consider changing our views, and possibly, the way we live our lives.
Though it’s never been more popular to throw money at causes to help “raise awareness and find a cure” for cancers and diseases, there have also never been more people who are more concerned with actually preventing those cancers and diseases.
I ultimately became a vegan(and therefore finally rid myself of dyshidrosis eczema, severe sinus issues, and allergies to animals) after watching casually watching documentaries on Netflix; like Forks Over Knives, and Vegucated.
It makes me wonder other ways the world can become better thanks to documentaries on Netflix.
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