mrjarkalooky:

File Under More Stuff About Working Dads
ICYMI: Brigid Schulte from The Washington Post published an interesting article last Friday about working dads and paid parental leave (or, in many cases, lack thereof). It’s worth a read, despite the fact that I’m quoted in the article. Whomp whomp.

Alternately, file under how I accidentally ended up being quoted in an article with peeps who have real, actual expertise and stuff.

mrjarkalooky:

File Under More Stuff About Working Dads

ICYMI: Brigid Schulte from The Washington Post published an interesting article last Friday about working dads and paid parental leave (or, in many cases, lack thereof). It’s worth a read, despite the fact that I’m quoted in the article. Whomp whomp.

Alternately, file under how I accidentally ended up being quoted in an article with peeps who have real, actual expertise and stuff.

One of my chief complaints about Vietnam Culture Camp is the almost complete lack of Vietnamese eats there. Like, I pretty much spent the entire weekend at Vietnam Culture Camp eating chicken patties and other high-school cafeteria shizz. While I can appreciate that some peeps don’t wanna eat tripe and/or blood cakes, it seems to me that a big part of understanding and appreciating culture is through the culture’s yum eats, amirite?
I made some pho for the boy’s after-school snack today, but he opted to eat the Haitian brown rice and guinea fowl that his nanny made instead. Which meant more pho for me, so whatevs.

One of my chief complaints about Vietnam Culture Camp is the almost complete lack of Vietnamese eats there. Like, I pretty much spent the entire weekend at Vietnam Culture Camp eating chicken patties and other high-school cafeteria shizz. While I can appreciate that some peeps don’t wanna eat tripe and/or blood cakes, it seems to me that a big part of understanding and appreciating culture is through the culture’s yum eats, amirite?

I made some pho for the boy’s after-school snack today, but he opted to eat the Haitian brown rice and guinea fowl that his nanny made instead. Which meant more pho for me, so whatevs.

Speaking of kiddie pools, it’s always a bit alarming and/or whatevs to me whenever we go someplace that allows kids to use the hot tub. The pool we usually go to at the Uppityville gym has a strict 12-and-over policy when it comes to hot tub usage, so the boy is always a bit hesitant to use hot tubs cuz it’s, like, breaking the rules and stuff.
Apparently there were No Rules for Hot Tub Usage at the resort we stayed at over the weekend, but the boy still acted as if he was breaking a cardinal law or somethin’. I told him that sometimes rules are arbitrary, but he was still kinda sorta freaked out about using the hot tub.

Speaking of kiddie pools, it’s always a bit alarming and/or whatevs to me whenever we go someplace that allows kids to use the hot tub. The pool we usually go to at the Uppityville gym has a strict 12-and-over policy when it comes to hot tub usage, so the boy is always a bit hesitant to use hot tubs cuz it’s, like, breaking the rules and stuff.

Apparently there were No Rules for Hot Tub Usage at the resort we stayed at over the weekend, but the boy still acted as if he was breaking a cardinal law or somethin’. I told him that sometimes rules are arbitrary, but he was still kinda sorta freaked out about using the hot tub.

After a four-hour drive and then a quik-e early dinner at the Korean diner, naturally it made perfect sense for the Busy-Lazy boys to crash at our friends and neighbors communications mama and developer papa’s house for some wine and whine.
Cuz the boy didn’t get enough swim time at Culture Camp, he jumped into the backyard kiddie pool. I dunno why the boy’s friends Eli and Mallie look so terrified in the pic. I swear they were having fun!

After a four-hour drive and then a quik-e early dinner at the Korean diner, naturally it made perfect sense for the Busy-Lazy boys to crash at our friends and neighbors communications mama and developer papa’s house for some wine and whine.

Cuz the boy didn’t get enough swim time at Culture Camp, he jumped into the backyard kiddie pool. I dunno why the boy’s friends Eli and Mallie look so terrified in the pic. I swear they were having fun!

On our way home from the Berkshires, we decided to make a pit stop at our favorite Korean diner for some soondobu and bulgolgi.

On our way home from the Berkshires, we decided to make a pit stop at our favorite Korean diner for some soondobu and bulgolgi.