Posts Tagged ‘sick kids’

Lazycation

By Daddy Brad Thursday, April 29th, 2010

Several months back the family and I took a trip a few miles down the interstate to good ole San Antonio.  The plan was to go to Sea World and the San Antonio Zoo!  The fine folks at Holiday Inn offered to pick up the tab for our lodging in return for a candid review of their newly renovated property.  We stayed in the location closest to Sea World.   It seems Holiday Inn properties all over the nation have gotten a face-lift, and they want every one to know.

I accepted the offer; you just can’t beat free lodging and an adventurous weekend with the Family.

As it turns out, I was the perfect candidate to perform the review because I ended up spending A LOT of time in the hotel.  Here’s why:

Thursday prior to our Friday departure, my youngest son came down with an ear infection, RSV and began cutting his first tooth.  While not banning us from hitting the road, if you had to cancel plans every time a little one was sick you would never go anywhere, his pediatrician cautioned us to monitor him very closely because RSV can be nasty!

On Friday evening we loaded the little dude up on Tylenol and antibiotics, loaded the mini-van with luggage and family and hit the road.  We left our house at 7 pm for the 70-mile or one hour and fifteen minute trip South.  An hour and a half later we had ventured approximately 23 miles.  Multiple potty stops, a gas break and a rain-storm that would make Noah wet his pants made for slow going.  Finally at 10:30 we rolled into the Sea World Holiday Inn.

The hotel was nice.  Freshly renovated rooms and bathrooms were well appointed, spacious and comfortable.  They even had those big ass fluffy towels, which was a good thing because I ended up spending 36 straight hours hanging in the hotel.   By the time we checked out on Sunday morning the staff knew the Powell’s by name.  I must add here that the staff was delightful and their friendliness made our stay that much more enjoyable.

It turns out that the monsoon we drove through on Friday evening was associated with a Blue Norther otherwise know as a Texas Cold Front.  Saturday morning dawned bright, sunny and cold with a biting wind blowing at 30 mph!  Certainly not weather conducive to being outside with an infant fighting an ear infection and RSV.  So we hunkered down for the day in the hotel.  We watched in room movies, swam in the indoor pool and ate meals in the Hotel restaurant.

Later in the afternoon, Liz, Ella and Molly ventured out for a shopping tour while Walker, Myers and I watched NCAA basketball in the hotel restaurant.  Walker had cheese sticks and I had Daddy juice and we all had a grand time.  Given our hectic daily schedules it was wonderful to just relax and hang out with the family.  There were no games to go to, no birthday parties to attend, no music lessons, no dinner parties, no nothing.  It was a lovely lazy day.

As is typical of Texas weather Friday’s tempest gave way to a mild and mellow Sunday.  Our agenda for the day was simple:  find good breakfast tacos and do the ZOO.  We scored on both fronts.  By accident we stumbled upon Taco, Taco, a small joint located on East Hildebrand Street a few blocks from the zoo.  Unbeknownst to us this little dive had been noted by the Food Networks “Bon Appetit Best American Restaurants” a few years back for having the best breakfast tacos in America.  The praise was well deserved. The tacos rocked.

Fat and happy we headed on to the San Antonio Zoo.  A trip to the zoo is always enjoyable for me because watching the kids’ faces when they see the animals is priceless and this trip was no exception.

So, at the end of the weekend, we rolled back into our driveway in Austin, Texas.  As we unpacked the car, with a full week ahead of us, I looked at my sleepy family and felt thankful.  I know a sick baby in a hotel room sounds to some like a total nightmare.  But, thanks to the hospitable folks at the Holiday Inn, and the great adventure that an indoor pool in January offers, we managed to enjoy ourselves.  I am actually quite fond of the get away that doesn’t include a packed itinerary.  All we needed was each other and a comfortable place to stay.  Oh yeah, the movies and the indoor pool followed up by tacos that will make you slap your momma didn’t hurt.

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.

A Gift

By Daddy Brad Thursday, January 7th, 2010

DSC_0399hAfter a long holiday break, it’s back to the old grind stone here at the DadLabs.  While the hiatus from the office was enjoyable, it wasn’t exactly restful.  Multiple ear infections, fevers and an under the weather marital partner made for extra late night work for dear old Dad.  But I guess I can sleep when the kids go off to college.

But even fatigued I absolutely love the days between Thanksgiving and New Years!  It’s the best time of the year.  The food is great, the parties have an extra zing and I dig the SNL episode where John Belushi is the leader of the masons and forgets all the words to the Christmas carols.  That one always gets me. Read the rest of this entry »

It’s a Wonderful Life!

By Daddy Brad Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009

Twas three nights before Christmas and…

My dog peed on the floor; my three year old daughter spiked a 102 fever; our 5-month old son screamed the entire night and after work today I have to go out into the pre-holiday, last minute, shopping madness and buy presents for Santa to bring the kids. Read the rest of this entry »