If you are a Dad blogger, you probably haven’t failed to notice there are quite a few of us. There are so many of us that the Year of the Dad has arrived. Supposedly. I hear tell that we are leaving the workforce. We are staying home to raise our kids; by choice. Gone are the days when weary Dads returned home from work, patted their kid on the head and buried their heads in the newspaper, looking up only long enough to maybe admire a Lego creation. We are now taking active roles in raising our kids. Supposedly. I keep hammering you with “supposedly” because two recent expeditions out with my triplets suggest a different narrative. The first was a Gymboree class that, while pretty evenly populated, was still mostly Mom dominated as far as caring and playing went. Dads are there, sure. Some are even engaging with their kids. But you know who I talk to because they are holding the hand of the child behind mine? Moms. ...
We tried for one, and we ended up with a bushel of fun.