The Daddy Complex

Un-Fucking-Cool

Recently, Tumblr person gazelledeerdoe asked a question about breastfeeding. She’s not a mom, so her question to me (in response to one of my posts) was innocent—she genuinely didn’t know what breastfeeding mothers put up with. I felt our exchange was funny and lighthearted, and she now understands their plight.

Unfortunately, because of her initial question, she’s now getting a flood of hate messages, including at least one person who suggested that she kill herself.

I know my original post has gone into the Tumblr ether, so asking folks who may be just now discovering it to stop attacking this girl is like screaming into a hurricane. But, I’m gonna do it anyway.

FUCKING STOP HARASSING THIS GIRL!

And, if any of you care, please send her a non-anon message of support. Let her know the anon haters are the worst kind of cowards, not worth her time or energy. The people who matter are the ones who show their face, who understand we’re all learning and who support the blameless.

Been out of the loop on so much. Can't wait for the book, my ctfd needs to kick in. Do I remember correctly that you guys moved again? Good do the boys take moving, like an adventure, or a chore?

Asked by afullonorgyofcritics

  1. Good to see you again, man.
  2. Neither can I. (It comes out early-Feb.)
  3. Yes, we moved. Again.
  4. The boys are troopers. They just roll with it. Plus, they ended up with some massive boxes to play with.

I'm only a recent follower, but I really love the CTFD pages you have. I just wanted to stop by and say hello, I hope you're doing well, and how are you doing today?

Asked by emrysina

I am doing well. Thanks for asking.

Glad you dig the CTFD stuff. Be prepared for more as February approaches.

High-res Wyatt gets out of bed every night after we say goodnight. Like, every night. Multiple times. This is normal, all kids do it. I know. But, last night it led to a revelation for him.
As I said goodnight, I urged Wyatt to stay in bed. I added that him repeatedly getting up to make unnecessary requests of us was one of the reasons we haven’t stacked their beds into bunk beds. (It’s not entirely true, but I thought I’d try it.)
A little while later, Wyatt came down and asked us if he could sleep in Boone’s bed. We have no problem with that and even told him before that he didn’t have to ask, that he can work that out with his brother. We noticed, however, that as he talked to us his demeanor changed and his breath caught in his throat a couple of times.
My wife asked, “Wyatt, are you trying not to cry?”
Wyatt said, “Yes, because Boone’s in the room crying right now.”
“Why is he crying?” I asked, assuming the answer would be because he was alone upstairs or something.
“Are we not going to stack the beds because I got out of bed?” Wyatt asked in reply.
We saw what was going on. He didn’t remember whether or not he was allowed to sleep in his brother’s bed, so he wanted to ask permission (and, yes, it was an excuse to get out of bed). But, Boone thought that meant we’d never stack the beds. And as Wyatt was talking to us, he realized what he’d done, how he’d upset his brother.
I went upstairs to calm Boone, told him we’d stack the beds when everyone was ready. Wyatt laid in bed next to him, still processing his realization.
They were both pretty tired, so I’m sure that contributed to the emotions he felt at the moment. But, I love that their love for each other means they shed genuine tears when the other is upset.

Wyatt gets out of bed every night after we say goodnight. Like, every night. Multiple times. This is normal, all kids do it. I know. But, last night it led to a revelation for him.

As I said goodnight, I urged Wyatt to stay in bed. I added that him repeatedly getting up to make unnecessary requests of us was one of the reasons we haven’t stacked their beds into bunk beds. (It’s not entirely true, but I thought I’d try it.)

A little while later, Wyatt came down and asked us if he could sleep in Boone’s bed. We have no problem with that and even told him before that he didn’t have to ask, that he can work that out with his brother. We noticed, however, that as he talked to us his demeanor changed and his breath caught in his throat a couple of times.

My wife asked, “Wyatt, are you trying not to cry?”

Wyatt said, “Yes, because Boone’s in the room crying right now.”

“Why is he crying?” I asked, assuming the answer would be because he was alone upstairs or something.

“Are we not going to stack the beds because I got out of bed?” Wyatt asked in reply.

We saw what was going on. He didn’t remember whether or not he was allowed to sleep in his brother’s bed, so he wanted to ask permission (and, yes, it was an excuse to get out of bed). But, Boone thought that meant we’d never stack the beds. And as Wyatt was talking to us, he realized what he’d done, how he’d upset his brother.

I went upstairs to calm Boone, told him we’d stack the beds when everyone was ready. Wyatt laid in bed next to him, still processing his realization.

They were both pretty tired, so I’m sure that contributed to the emotions he felt at the moment. But, I love that their love for each other means they shed genuine tears when the other is upset.