Mommy Fun vs. Daddy Fun

Self portraitI love going home from work. It’s not because I’m relieved to be away from work, but rather, I get greeted at the door by a dog whose tail is wagging vigorously and a toddler with a big huge grin on his face. To top it off, Kate is usually cooking up something yummy for dinner. I know, I know. It may sound a little like a Cleaver family paradise, but I’m definitely not going to complain. Because really, who has it better than me?

Anyway, the time between when I get home and when Simon goes to bed is often special Daddy-Simon time. He and I play and roughhouse, generally having a good time in the process. Kate has often made comments to the extent of “you guys have so much fun together.” Earlier this week I pointed out that she and Simon have plenty of fun together, too. She agreed, but thinks that it’s a different kind of fun.

I definitely get the pleasure of getting Simon riled up and laughing like a fool. I love being goofy with him: making faces, tickling, playing chase, and roughhousing. And he eats it up. Kate gets more of the quiet moments: story reading (non-bedtime), art projects, long walks with Simon and the dog, etc. When he is upset or hurt, she is definitely the one he wants, not me.

I’m totally okay with this dynamic. I enjoy the quiet moments too, but not as much as the raucous gut-busting laughter that I can induce on occasion. That’s one of the things I’ll want to remember most from being a dad.

For you parents out there, do you seem to have distinct mommy/daddy types of fun as well?

No Longer Contained

In JailSimon is officially in his new room. We converted the guest room to Simon’s new room by setting the mattress of the guest bed on the ground (the box spring and frame have been relegated to the basement), shifting stuff around a bit, and adding these nifty bins from Target for toy storage. The transition from his crib to his new “big boy bed” has actually gone pretty well. And in the mornings, you’d think that he was still confined, as he’d stay in bed and cry until one of us went and got him.

I’ve heard that many kids will stay confined to their beds for a long time as if it were surrounded by an invisible fence. Some kids do this for years, apparently. Not so with Simon. Yesterday we had the pleasure of being awakened by a little boy silently appearing beside Kate’s head. This morning it was worse. 4:30AM and the boy wanders out and wants to crawl into bed with us. Oy. I have a real hard time sleeping with toddler feet in my back, so I ended up in HIS bed while he got to share ours with Kate.

We’re going to have to start setting some limits here, and fast.