Our Resident Stay at Home Dad – Firstborn

Our Resident Stay at Home Dad – Firstborn

I’ve become one of those supportive* husbands who is staying at home with #firstborn while my wife takes the corporate reins for a while. Which is all very well once you have the domestic rhythm worked out (I don’t) But bursts of domestic activity seem to cover for any lack of planning.

Into the mix goes mixing, literally, with other kids so #firstborn doesn’t believe the entire world revolves around his needs (it does, though his preference for climbing slides from the bottom up will inevitably solve this).

The new challenge is entertaining. #firstborn is active, more so than any other I’ve seen at this age, which means I need options. Especially in a week which has seen the first, second, third and fourth decent injury – by decent I mean blood or visible egg. Thankfully most were self-inflicted, though as a tip**, never take both hands off those three-wheeled trike things.

 

I have already investigated all the local playgrounds and experienced my first taste of discrimination from cautious inner-city mothers, and now it’s getting too cold for pool visits. I am lining up relevant relatives and toddler-friendly friends. I have become a member at the Zoos, and hard-rubbish collection has meant a more interesting morning walk. But it still feels like we need to connect again in some different ways.

 

So next comes options, for community connection and physical play***
So far this is what I have:
  • Rhyme time (great but not for a child with an inability to sit still, can see early expulsion already…Would they expel us in rhyme?)
  • Story time (see above)
  • Swimming lessons (booked out at the moment, but on the cards)
  • Gymbaroo (Is he old enough?)

But I’m happy to take advice. I am married, after all…

CQ
*By supportive I mean now knowing how much work and energy goes into the domestic side of things. As a man, you can try to empathise and even do your bit on weekends, but until you’re exposed to the full-week enchilada of bodily fluids, temper spectrums, sleeps and non-sleeps, eats and won’t eats, you actually have no idea. Also, never say you have to babysit on the weekend when it’s your child. Parenting. It’s called parenting. Actually don’t call it anything just say you are busy. Because you will be.

 

**By tip I mean don’t park your child on an angled curb while trying to entice a tired-looking tomcat away from his house for a pat and then drop the handle to the trike when a large mosquito lands on your hand releasing both firstborn and trike in an angled, sweeping motion that culminates in both forehead and cheek being dragged across the pavement with significant force.

 

***Physical play. Ideally a baby Iron Man or similar.
(Photo credit: Andrew Xu via flickr)