I remember when I first dropped NHL over at day care. He clutched at my suit-jacket and screamed as if I was leaving him at the top of a desolate mountain to be eaten by wolves. Staying with him until he calmed down didn’t work, that just postponed when his meltdown would occur. Slowly leaving didn’t work either, it just prolonged the agony. The only way to do it was the "band-aid on a hairy limb" method: Tear him off of me and get it over with quickly.
Even so, I left day care that day convinced that I was the worst dad in the world. How dare I leave him in the care of those monsters! Couldn’t I hear him howling for me as I walked down the hallway? Why didn’t I just turn around and run back to him?
As NHL grew, drop offs got less and less traumatic. Finally, one day, NHL fully accepted that he was going off to play, Daddy was off to work, and Daddy would, in fact, be back later. In fact, NHL would be so excited about playtime that he would forget to hug and kiss me goodbye. The rolls were reversed. Now he was trying to tear away from Daddy and Daddy was clawing at him trying to get one last hug and kiss.
Now, NHL is in kindergarten and he has a little brother who is a few months older than NHL was when he started day care. NHL loves kindergarten, but JSL hates it. Apparently, he calls for NHL constantly during the day. Not just that, though. He hates for Daddy to leave for work now. As I left this morning, JSL crawled over to me, used my leg to pull himself up, and wailed at me to stay. (At least, I think that’s what those sad cries of "Da-Da" were.)
I’m sure he’ll get used to it eventually, and the "Worst Dad In The World" feeling isn’t as bad. (Partially because I’m leaving him at home — a familiar place to him — and partially due to learning to cope now that I’m dealing with #2.) Still, I feel pretty bad every morning when I leave JSL behind. That bad feeling is balanced, though. For when I return at the end of the day, I’m sure to be greeted with an enthusiastic "Da-Daaa!"
Welcome to my new blog. With the last post, I told you a little about myself. Now I figured I’d tell you a little about the website. Things are a bit in flux right now. I might move a sidebar here, a couch there, that sort of thing. As it stands now, though, there are two features that I’m sure will stay.
The first is the "Recent Tweets" bar. I got into Twitter when the jQuery team decided to post updates via Twitter. I signed up and quickly realized what a useful tool it could be. I post on there often to my wife, coworkers, and others I’ve met along the way.
The second feature is "TechyDad’s shared items." I use Google Reader to keep up with the RSS Feeds of various websites. I’ve liked Google’s "Share" feature for some time, but couldn’t find a specific way of using it. Now I can. Now, when I share an news item, it will appear on my list. It might be a recipe from A Year of CrockPotting or an interesting article on web development over at Ajaxian.
Now for some stuff that will change. The search bar might move, the Categories link will take on a "cloud" appearence. The Blogroll will be more customized. The other items on the sidebar might stay or they might go. I’m not sure at the moment.
Overall, though, I’m liking my new digs and I’m ready to settle in.
Welcome to my new digs. I guess it’s only fair that I introduce myself. My name is TechyDad, but you can call me J.
Ok, so neither of those are my real name. Here’s the deal. Way back when the Web was young, I forged my online identity. Me being young and all and only really needing to worry about myself, I used my full name freely. Now, however, I’m in my 30’s have a wife and two wonderful children. My wife started blogging and has kept her blog anonymous. (Or as anonymous as possible.)
I’ve always wanted a place to comment freely. I’m a member of several web sites (and run a few of my own), but some things I feel I just can’t post about with my real name tied to it. Thus, TechyDad.com.
Like I said, I’m in my 30’s and have a wonderful wife and two wonderful children. Like myself, I’m going to keep them anonymous also, but since I can’t just refer to them as Wife, Kid #1, and Kid #2, I’ll refer to them as B (my wife), NHL (my oldest son), and JSL (my youngest son).
More about me to come.