Thursday, March 30, 2017

boxes and stuff

We recently moved from a great house that backed up to the boys' school to another great house that is just a couple miles away from their school. We lucked into both houses (one being owned by a dear friend and the other just sort of fell into our laps). We have a little more space to stretch out, and it'll be a good fit for our family for a while. It's pretty and recently remodeled. It's in a quiet neighborhood, full of families, and the boys' love that they get more freedom of where they can play.



But you guys. I can't deal with anymore boxes. There are boxes stacked up in the den, the playroom, our bedroom, and don't get me started on the garage. Everything is about cleared out from the other house, save from a few things I need to grab today and some trash gathering. We started packing up our house in the beginning of March, with boxes lining the walls in preparation of the move.

We have so, so much stuff. We have so much stuff AFTER donating ten plus garbage bags of clothes. We have so much stuff after tossing, donating, or selling toys and household items. We have two (or is it three?) boxes filled with "junk drawer" stuff...and we don't have a junk drawer at the new space. We have boxes full of things I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WE STILL OWNED, that had been shoved into a box during one move or another.

There's approximately 470 things to do to be done...and just a week and half before Tallulah's birthday party at our house.

So don't mind me. I'll just be over here huddled in a heap on the couch ignoring it all so it can just go away.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

The Babysitter

We've all watched the insanely adorable videos on social media that show shenanigans of what happens when Dad babysits the kids.

Y'all. It pisses me off to no end. The videos are cute, but they're wrong. Dads don't babysit their own kids. Dads parent their children. They spend time with their children. They play with their children. Equating them to a job that a high school girl does on the weekends devalues their role as a parent.

Ryan is an excellent parent. He cares for two step-sons and a daughter, without instruction from me regarding their care. He speaks to them like their equals while still maintaining authority over them. He takes interest in their hobbies and activities, and introduces them to new things. He makes sure that they make cards for me- Valentine's, Mother's Day, my birthday. He plays board games. He helps them with homework. He shoos me out of the house, and then does the daily routine with them (that we normally share). He takes them to the doctor, cleans up after sick kids, and wakes up early on the weekends with them. He cooks them meals, puts bandaids on scrapes, and folds their laundry.

Ryan is a Dad. He's not the babysitter. And I have so much to learn from him.