Posts Tagged ‘cooking’

When Mom’s Away, Theory v Practice

By Daddy Clay Monday, March 8th, 2010

In Theory: Don’t play the “Mom’s Away” Card. Dad taking care of the kids when mom is out of town should be a non-event. Because dads are now equal co-parents, it would be absurd and demeaning for a dad to ask for some kind of accommodation or special consideration just because mom is out of town.

In Practice: Overheard within twelve hours of mom’s departure — “You see, coach, My Wife Is Out of Town, so I couldn’t find Ri-ri’s soccer uniform. Or her water. Or her ball.”

In Theory: Don’t gender daily housework or routines, especially with your daughter. Model for her your ability to handle even those “girly” tasks like putting hair in ponytails.

In Practice: The bathroom door slams in my face when I ask if I can help with the hair situation. Her struggles continue all he way onto the sideline of her brother’s soccer game. She adamantly shrugs off my attempts to help. A mom on the sideline asks, “Can I help you with that?” and before I can warn her off, Ri-ri has handed over the brush and has backed in for service.

In Theory: Do not lose the children.

In Practice: It’s my second lap around the elementary school, panic rising. Ri-ri is on the field playing soccer, so she’s accounted for, but Coop has vanished from the playscape while I was spectating. He’s not on any of the fields, not on a second playscape, not in any of the bathrooms. All the other doors are locked. In desperation, I shout his name at the dense thicket that abuts the school property. It shouts back, “Dad! We found a creek!”

In Theory: Cook for the children, observing the same nutritional guidelines the family would normally follow. Dads are as competent in the grocery aisle and the kitchen as moms are. To depend on takeout and processed food reduces your standing and has negative impact on the kids’ health.

In Practice: Marinated and grilled pork tenderloin, pesto pasta, salad, apple slices, that the kids lavish with such patronizing praise that I’m serving frozen pizza for the rest of the week.

In Theory: Keep the kids healthy! Observing routines will help, but if a child does grow ill, dads are just as capable as moms of being patient and nurturing. Male nurses are more and more common, after all. Get in touch with your inner Florence Nightingale.

In Practice: As the stars parade across Oscar’s red carpet, I’m loading vomit-soaked sheets into the washing machine. For the second time. Because as any good parent knows, the last thing you want to do when a child throws up all over his room is strip the bed and put on the only other clean sheets, then deliver a stern lecture on nutrition because the child went on a Smart Food binge while you were chatting with an old college buddy on the soccer sideline because the child will promptly boot again, this time all over the pillows, comforter, stuffed animals, curtains, carpet and bookshelves, leaving you without any clean sheets so you will have to make a humiliating call to your spouse admitting that you not only allowed the child to become sick, but also that you don’t know if you can put the comforter and Wally the Panda in the washing machine.

In Theory: Parenting experts.

In Practice: We screw up so you don’t have to.

My Experiment In Single Fatherhood Day 2

By Daddy Clay Wednesday, January 30th, 2008

If you have a sick child, it is very important not to turn a day off from school into a carnival atmosphere. Loads of coloring books, special movies, treats doled out to the sick child can obviously encourage malingering. So to avoid having a child that feigns illness or demands to stay home and the slightest stomach twinge, never, ever take him or her out to the mall to Build A Bear just to kill an hour.

I also think it’s fun, when I have the kids to myself, to prepare “theme meals.” These themes may involve international culinary styles, featured ingredients, or tableside preparation. The theme of last night’s meal “The Color of Obesity is Beige.”
On the Menu:

A mixed grill of corn dogs and chicken fingers
Mac and Cheese (Velveeta)
Cantalope

If my wife doesn’t come home soon, all the kids are going to look like Augustus Gloop.

Ri-ri took a turn for the better, so when Coop presented himself at 11 and said he didn’t feel well I almost lost it. I dosed him with Motrin and quickly put him to bed. When he woke up at 5 and wanted to talk about sharks and whales, I forgave him the moment I touched his nice cool forehead.

Ri-ri also passed the fever test so she was back at school, so, for the first time since mid-December of thereabouts, I headed into the Lab. Elated, ready for adult conversation and creative “me” time, I was greeted with the blaring sounds of Daddy Troy’s Wham Greatest Hits played at maximum volume.

Home Alone Except For Three Kids Day 1

By Daddy Clay Tuesday, January 29th, 2008

Day one was marked by a clear sense of unease, a nervousness just beneath the surface. I first picked up on this when I began dinner preparations. Coop, who usually busies himself with a puzzle in the living room while my wife cooks, pulled up a stool in the kitchen when I fired up the oven. Throughout the process he kept offering subtle encouragement. “That looks good, dad,” or “You’re a good cook, dad,” but I could tell he was judging me. Maybe monitoring my handling of the ground beef.

(Definitely a Dad menu: grilled cheeseburgers, curly fries, carrots/ranch, watermelon slices, and yogurt.)

Everything was going smoothly until Bubba’s ride to b-ball fell through, so I dragged the little ones out of the tub, threw on Pjs and hauled everybody into the cold. By the time we got back, Ri-ri was spiking a fever.

5:30 in the morning and Coop rolls up (usually he has to be pried out of bed) complaining of a stomach ache. Nice morning cortisol spike. He climbs into bed with me and for the next hour, says, very softly “tic,toc,tic,toc.” He survived.

Thanks goodness that by this morning Ri-ri was perky, delightful, and raring to get back to school. Too bad she has a 101 temp. Which made the school sendoff a little easier, but has cut down my productivity a bit.

So here I am for the third straight day, working from home. Is this what it feels like to be a mom – to be planning the dinner menu at 11am?