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How to remove Affrh2015.com Pop-up Ads & Redirects
What is Affrh2015.com:
Threat Classification: Adware
If your computer starts generating more than usual redirects & pop-up ads, while you are browsing the internet with your default web browser and you've noticed Affrh2015.com in your browser's URL, we strongly recommend you to run a system wide malware scan, as this website is related to a dangerous adware infection. Our security experts issued a warning regarding the Affrh2015.com Popups & Redirects – more specific they warned us about the adware and riskware, which is bundled with this suspicious website – Affrh2015.com. Basically, Affrh2015.com has been used to generate popups & redirects, which could be managed by the domain owner and earn money from all these web visits by showing vast quantities of web ads. So, if your browser starts redirecting randomly to various web advertisements via the http://Affrh2015.com, you should consider your PC infected with an adware and we recommend you to perform a malware scan as soon as possible, before everything breaks. If your anti-virus or anti-malware product didn't contain the thread, we recommend using the award-winning anti-malware product – SpyHunter 4. The Affrh2015.com Pop-ups and Redirects are working well with every popular web browsers like Internet Explorer, Mozilla Firefox, Edge and Google Chrome.
Generally, users that have this particular adware and/or PUP installed on their systems might see various pop-up & pop-under browser windows, informing the victim that a Video Player is Ready for Download, Install Media Downloader, Infection was Detected, Please Install The New Java Update or Important Software Update, New Driver Updates are Released etc. Affrh2015.com displays FAKE POP-UP ALERTS on victim's computer, but the main goal of the Affrh2015.com is to generate as much web traffic as possible to certain domains, which is monetized via one of the many online marketing platforms.
Affrh2015.com is usually bundled with other freeware products and it will install by default when the user accepts the EULA while performing an express/recommended installation. That's why you should be very careful what you agree to install and always opt-out for a custom installation and skip or deselect the software you don't want to install or you are not familiar with. The possible distribution of Affrh2015.com bundle varies but is not limited to – installing third-party toolbars, free PDF software, free Video editors or other free software products or downloading e-mail attachments etc..
The purpose of Affrh2015.com is to attract more users to certain domains, so that the creators of such or similar adware could generate income from the online traffic, using one of the many online marketing platforms. Affrh2015.com may use tracking cookies and other relevant techniques to steal your personal data such as account information, usernames & passwords, bank account data etc. That is why this malware should not be left unattended, and needs to be terminated immediately, as it is a serious threat to your online safety and cybersecurity.
!!! Please note that these infections could potentially bring up other malware to your computer and even cause a loss of data. Please do not underestimate such threats.
How to remove Affrh2015.com Pop-up Ads & Redirects:
There are two ways to remove this infection. It is totally up to you to decide which way you want to go:
1. Automatic Removal Method (recommended for all users) using the SpyHunter Malware Security Suite.
2. Manual Removal Method (recommended ONLY for PC Experts or Enthusiasts).
Remove Affrh2015.com Pop-up Ads & Redirects Automatically:
We recommend using SpyHunter Malware Security Suite.
You can download and install SpyHunter to detect Affrh2015.com and remove it, by clicking the button below. Once installed, SpyHunter will automatically scan and detect all threats present on your system, but to use it as a removal tool, you need to buy a subscription.
SpyHunter will automatically scan and detect all threats present on your system.
Learn more about SpyHunter and please, review the End User License Agreement – EULA. Furthermore, we strongly urge you to read the SpyHunter Installation Instructions. SpyHunter's free diagnosis offers unlimited free scans and detection. You can remove the detected files, processes and registry entries manually, by yourself, or purchase a subscription, which will allow you to use the automatic removal feature and to receive unlimited one-on-one professional help for any malware related issue by an expert technician.
Remove Affrh2015.com Pop-up Ads & Redirects Manually:
!!! Please note: You can remove Affrh2015.com manually, however, you should proceed at your own risk, as any of the interventions might render your system inoperable. Therefore this Manual removal method is highly recommended for PC Experts or Enthusiasts. For regular users, MalwareKillers.com recommends using SpyHunter.
1. Remove Affrh2015.com Uninstall Entry:
First, you can try to go to Control panel and click on Programs and Features (Windows Vista/7/8/10) or Add/Remove Programs (Windows XP) and check the Uninstall Programs List for any entry related to Affrh2015.com, Seeks.ru (SearX), Music.ienjoyapps.com, ShowBox Ads, Launchpage.org, Spoutable Ads, SupTab, Spoutly Ads, Megapopads.com, Clicksor Ads, Easy Speed Test Access, Mpsnare.iesnare.com, Http-Search.com, InitialPage123.com, QuickWeatherTracker Toolbar, SpeeDownloader Ads, SearchPrivate.org, DragonBoost Adware, Dingit.tv, LiveRadioSweeper Toolbar, Ecosia.org, Dashlane, SafeSurfs.com, Searchguide.level3.com, Ds.serving-sys.com, Cpmofferconvert.com, Traffic Exchange, Search Manager, GetsFormsOnline Toolbar, 2080.hit.buy-targeted-traffic.com, Down.baidu2016.com or any other third-party add-ons, extensions, and toolbars. You should also look for all kinds of suspicious programs, installed on the same date as the infection. If you find such, double-click on it and try to remove it. Although, please mind, that this is an actual infection and you might not be able to remove it directly from the list.
*(Start -> Control Panel -> Programs and Features or Add/Remove Programs) or "Win + R" keys to open "Run" and type in "control", then hit Enter.
2. Remove Affrh2015.com from your browser:
Internet Explorer:
Check out How to reset Internet Explorer settings to default!
Go to Tools -> Internet options -> Advanced Tab and click the Reset button (make sure to select the Delete Personal Settings checkbox).
*please note that to save your favorites, you need to export them before resetting the browser as you will lose all personal settings.
After IE completes the operation, click the close button and then start again the IE in order for the changes to take effect.
Google Chrome:
Check out How to reset Google Chrome settings to default!
Go to the following path (you can copy-paste it) and delete the entire folder "Chrome" with all the folders and files that are in it.
For Windows XP: %USERPROFILE%\Local Settings\Application Data\Google\
For Windows Vista/7/8/10: %USERPROFILE%\AppData\Local\Google\
Alternatively, you can navigate to these folders by following these steps:
For Windows XP:
1. Click on "Start" in the lower left part of the screen.
2. Choose "Run".
3. Type %USERPROFILE%\Local Settings\Application Data\Google\ and hit Enter.
For Windows Vista/7/8/10:
1. Click on the Windows logo in the lower-left part of the screen.
2. Type %USERPROFILE%\AppData\Local\Google\ and hit Enter.
Mozilla Firefox:
Check out How to reset Mozilla Firefox settings to default!
1. At the top of the Firefox window (upper-right corner), click the Firefox Menu button (3 horizontal lines), go over to the Help sub-menu and select Troubleshooting Information.
2. Click the Reset / Refresh Firefox button in the upper-right corner of the Troubleshooting Information page.
3. To continue, click Reset / Refresh Firefox in the confirmation window that opens.
4. Firefox will close and be reset. When it's done, a window will list the imported information. Click Finish and Firefox will restart.
3. Check for arguments added by Affrh2015.com in any Browser shortcuts or links to web pages:
Affrh2015.com might also hijack your web browser shortcuts to force-load its home page. This causes the Affrh2015.com`s web page to open up when you launch a hijacked shortcut.
The argument that Affrh2015.com uses to hijack shortcuts should look like (or is similar) to the one below:
You can remove it manually by editing the shortcut's target line.
4. Delete any folders or files related to Affrh2015.com by checking the following locations:


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Send an Audio Message to an iPhone or Mac from Messages in OS X
The Messages app in the newest versions of OS X and iOS support audio messaging, meaning you can quickly record and send an audio message or verbal note to someone right from the messages app on the Mac. Perhaps even better, the recipient of the audio message does not need to be on the latest and greatest release of OS X or iOS to be able to play and listen to the audio message.
Sending out an audio message or note from the OS X Messages app is incredibly simple, you'll need to be on OS X 10.10 or newer to have this feature. As mentioned, the recipient of the message does not need to be using Yosemite, and they can be using just about any version of Messages on iOS, OS X, iChat, or even Android. The audio note arrives as a little sound file like any other multimedia message.
- From the Messages app, start a new chat or choose any existing message
- Click the little microphone button in the corner of the message window to start recording an audio note, audio recording begins immediately after clicking the little icon
- Click on the red stop button to stop recording the audio note when finished with your message
- Choose "Send" to send off the audio message to the recipient, or delete the message with "Cancel"
The audio message sends like any other multimedia content, but in this case it arrives to the recipient as a playable audio file embedded in the chat window. To play the audio message, they just tap on it (or click on it from a Mac, you can play it yourself this way as well).
Audio messages are a nice feature that can be a lot of fun, and you can send voice texts from an iPhone, iPad, or iPod touch as well using basically the same trick outlined above. On the iOS side of things, these messages will automatically delete themselves after listening to conserve storage, whereas on OS X they will preserve in the chat window until it has been closed or quit.
Messages has many features available to both Mac OS X and iOS that are not well known, ranging from something as simple as animated GIF support, to screen sharing requests directly from a Messages chat, to the audio messages described here, SMS texting, and so much more.


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The My Minnesota blog circle has a new direction, Explore Minnesota! After bit of a break we are back at it, sharing a place, near or far, that we visited during the month. This group is full of talented women, who I am so happy to call friends, that love to take time and document their own lives. Make sure to follow the circle, and maybe discover some new places. First up is my friend Tina Fisher, go check out where she explored last month.
In August we took a vacation to Ely, Minnesota, where we spent the week day tripping into the Boundary Waters along the Echo Trail. One evening we stopped at Fenske Lake, and took the very short hike down to a little beach. My husband always begs that we please not the kids get soaked when we stop at these on fly roadside places, which of course happens each time. Is that just my family that can't be near water, with out getting completely soaked?
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The Black Hood #8 (Preview)
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- Story by
- Duane Swierczynski
- Art by
- Kelly Fitzpatrick, Rachel Deering, and Robert Hack
- Cover by
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- Publisher
- Archie Comics
"The Lonely Crusade, Part 2" The Black Hood has tracked down the "Crusaders"-a mysterious group of vigilantes who have vowed to clean the "scum" off the streets of Philadelphia. But their first encounter leaves our man beaten, humbled… and hungry for payback. The Crusaders, however, have some payback of their own in mind. Especially when they stumble upon the Hood's real identity… Artist extraordinaire ROBERT HACK (Chilling Adventures of Sabrina, The X-Files) as he takes over art duties in this special issue.


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The Early Childhood Development Lab is a multidisciplinary lab focused on multiple
aspects of young children's social and emotional development, including those relationships
most salient to the children (i.e, mothers, fathers, teachers, caregivers).
Projects in our lab include a food insecurity intervention with children and mothers
in Malawi, Africa, an examination of early childhood teachers' beliefs about children's
social development, identity of first time expectant fathers, and the socio-emotional
outcomes associated with the PBS show Daniel Tiger's Neighborhood. Although diverse
in scope, each of these projects ultimately centers on promoting healthy social and
emotional development for young children and their families.
Collaborators include faculty in the College of Agricultural Sciences and Natural
Resources, College of Media and Communications, and faculty in multiple departments
in the College of Human Sciences.
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Lisa Porter, MOT, OTR/L is an occupational therapist, and the owner/director of Sensory KIDS. She has advanced training in the Sensory Integration and Praxis Test, Integrated Listening Systems, Yoga Calm, SOS Feeding Approach and DIR/Floortime. Lisa is mentored by Drs. Lucy J. Miller and Sarah Schoen at the SPD Foundation (SPDF) in Denver, as well as being on faculty there.
This free lecture will provide a brief review of sensory processing and regulatory disorders, and how they may impact a child's function. We will discuss and create unique common-sense strategies for home and school, including:
Download a printable PDF flyer for the event.
Register online
Click on "online class catalog" and search by class name for "Swindells Center–Sensory Strategies–Salem."
To register by phone, call 503-215-2429 or 800-833-8899 ext 52429. Spanish registration and interpretation services are available. Please call 503-574-6595 before May 30.
This workshop is free thanks to the generosity of the Community Health Education Center and Salem Health Foundation.


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Chemical pollutants attach to plastic microbeads washed into the sea & deliver numerous toxic doses to all in the sea and inland water food chain -including us!
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by Michael DeNicola
Tuesday, April 21st, 2015 --
Since Craig Berube's firing, the debate in Philadelphia over the next coach has been frustrating. Unless your last name is Babcock, you're not the answer, you've never been an answer, and you'll never be an answer. You're either a "retread", a Postseason choker, or your inexperience at the position tells the naysayer all they need to know…. which is typically a shallow pool of knowledge, and inadequate.
And God forbid you're John Tortorella – just mentioning his name, you'd think someone poured a barrel of poisonous snakes onto the floor and locked you in the room.
Among all the candidates and white noise, there's one simple truth: the number of coaches available who've tasted Stanley Cup success – either as winners or losers – is small. But this doesn't annihilate the résumés of each candidate right out of the gate. There is something negative and positive to say about each of them, mostly. And as long as GM Ron Hextall continues down a hybrid path of equal parts "Win Now" and a mind for the future, then we should see this team become more and more competitive, despite whichever of these coaches the Flyers ink on paper.
For starters, Mike Babcock, head coach of the Detroit Red Wings, despite not actually being technically available, isn't Jesus Christ Superstar behind the bench. In fact, two available coaching candidates, Todd McLellan and Paul MacLean, served under Mike Babcock as assistant coaches the year the Red Wings won their last Stanley Cup (2007-08). McLellan went on to head coach the San Jose Sharks the following season; MacLean took the position behind Ottawa's bench in 2011-12. Babcock hasn't won a Stanley Cup since both of these hockey minds departed – apart from their loss in the 2009 Final to Pittsburgh, Babcock's Red Wings haven't even reached the Western Conference Finals, or the Eastern Conference Finals (realignment of 2013-14) since raising Lord Stanley. Since 2010-11, Babcock has lost three Semi-Finals and three Quarter-Finals Series.
Since losing Todd McLellan from his staff, Babcock's Win-Loss Percentage in the Playoffs has been 0.443. McLellan's Win-Loss Percentage in the Playoffs with the San Jose Sharks was 0.484. Since winning the Stanley Cup together in 2008, MacLellan and Babcock have both had to watch the rising Dynasties of Los Angeles and Chicago trample through their respective gardens. So neither head coach was "choking" more than the other. In the last five League years, the Blackhawks and the Kings are responsible for four large pieces of hardware; Joel Quenneville is not available, and Darryl Sutter is still employed for now.
And oh, under McLellan's seven-year tutelage, the Sharks battled in two Western Conference Finals.
I'm not trying to pump the tires on Todd McLellan by letting the air out on Mike Babcock. I'm also not trying to say McLellan is a better candidate for Philadelphia's head coaching position. I'm only adding a little perspective by exposing some hard data. Did the Sharks routinely fall short in the Postseason under McLellan? Yes, but in their 24-year history, San Jose has made it to the Western Conference Finals three times – McLellan coached them there two of those three times. This past season is the first year in his 12-years as a head coach of a professional team (IHL/AHL/NHL) that he has failed to make the Playoffs. In 22-years as a coach at all levels, he has been under 0.500 twice: once in Junior, and once in the AHL, but both of those teams made the Playoffs.
Alain Vigneault, currently head coach of the New York Rangers, spent seven seasons behind Vancouver's bench. He coached the Canucks past the Second Round of the Playoffs only once… the season they lost in the Cup Final to the 2010-11 Boston Bruins. Before and after that, he seemed to have had a ceiling as Vancouver's Bench Boss. Since being fired then hired by the Blueshirts, Vigneault has been to the Cup Final (2014) and is currently enjoying a 2 – 1 Series lead versus Pittsburgh in the 2015 Quarter-Finals; the Rangers are skating on a President's Trophy season, as well.
Second-chances have the potential of paying off. I'm sure wherever he lands next, McLellan will bring a wave of success with him.
Oh, but "Vigneault inherited a great team," you say? Funny you mention that…
If winning the Stanley Cup is such an important mile marker in a coach's work history, tell me why John Tortorella's name is being depreciated? He doesn't top any personal list of mine, but his accolades are worth listing…
Prior to Tortorella entering Tampa Bay as head coach in 2000-2001, the Lightning yielded 310 goals in the 1999-2000 playing season, ranking them the NHL's second-worst in that category. They gave up 280 goals in 2000-01, 219 goals in 2001-02, and 210 goals in 2002-03 before ultimately becoming the Stanley Cup Champions in 2003-04. During that timeframe, it also saw the emergence of Dan Boyle and Pavel Kubina as top tier defensemen – both men moved over 50 places upward in the NHL CS Rankings.
With the New York Rangers, Torts was responsible for the development of Ryan McDonagh, Dan Girardi, and Marc Staal. Three notable defensemen who've brought a dominating curtain around their elite goaltender. It wasn't all Henrik… some of that honor goes to the apprenticeship under Tortorella.
And if I'm not mistaken, Philadelphia has some defensive woes of our own, and a number of young defensive prospects just itching to get their chance to develop at the NHL stage.
What happened in Vancouver certainly doesn't speak well for Torts. But there was an odd atmosphere waiting there before he arrived. He's since moved on, as have the Canucks. I think both parties would prefer to forget it ever happened.
NHL Head Coaches are "hired to be fired." It's the nature of this beast. There are other candidates out there whose names aren't Babcock. There are many more than the ones I've listed. But then again, this blog's intention wasn't to lobby for any singular candidate over the rest. I wanted to highlight an unfairness that seems to sprout around the subject like ivy on a brick wall. Since Berube was handed his walking papers, the debate has taken form as a steady stream of close-minded howling from all directions. No listening. There's been virtually no lucidity. Everyone's ready to drag each candidate's name through the mud over the pettiest reasons.
Whoever turns out to be the coach of the 2015-16 Philadelphia Flyers, I'm going to guarantee you this… he won't be perfect. But we must consider all the facts to form a context, and gain each of us a shred of perspective.
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A 16-year-old Tulsa cold case solved
TULSA, Okla. (KTUL) —
In November of 2002, then 31-year-old Latricia Fipps was reported missing from Tulsa. The investigation at the time focused mainly on Fipps's boyfriend; however, new evidence lead Detective Jason White to one more suspect after 16 years of investigating.
The investigation into Fipps's disappearance continued through the years, but the focus never changed from Joseph Calvert, Fipps's boyfriend.
Detective White learned that 38-year-old Shanna Ramsey had knowledge and culpability in the disappearance of Fipps.
In Jan., White presented the case to the Tulsa County District Attorney's Office who agreed to issue a warrant for the arrest of Calvert and Ramsey.
Detective White had contact with authorities in New Mexico who arrested Calvert and Ramsey near San Ysidro, New Mexico.
The arrest was without incident and the warrant was served on Calvert and Ramsey.


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by Bob Rasmussen
(Rosemont, IL)
Vendor discounts and A/P filter
When you go into the "pay bills" screen you see all bills that are due, but sometimes you just want to work on one vendor.
Peachtree and just about every other payables package has a filter to select a range of vendors and also to show which invoices will miss their discount by a particular day, for example, next week while I'm on vacation or through the next time I'll run payables checks.
Jennifer replies:
These are great ideas. I've often wanted to see a single vendor in this window, and had not considered your suggestion about reminders about discounts.
As I'm sure you know, you CAN sort the bill payment screen by discount date. That's about as good as it gets.
Also, you might want to make sure your preference is turned on to "Automatically use discounts and credits."
One last thing: you can provide feedback to Intuit by going to the Help menu and selecting Send Feedback Online. I just did it myself for your comment here.
I asked them to put a field in the Modify Report area called, "Discount Date." Currently we cannot create a custom report with this date. This surprises me as this is an important date for many businesses.
Thanks for your comment - I learned something new about vendor discounts.


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The longest perfectly straight stretch of train track in North America is between Regina, SK and Stoughton, SK - more than 100kms.
What is it really like to live, work and play in Saskatchewan? The short answer is, it's awesome!
There are wide open spaces, employment and lifestyle opportunities for both you and your family and warm, friendly people who live in a number of different communities and cities, both rural and urban. With so much space and a diverse and growing population this means shorter commute times, which means more time to spend with your friends and family.
Saskatchewan's low cost of living is also the envy of many other provinces. These benefits and opportunities, all combined, make Saskatchewan one of the best places in the world to live. We could go on and on about how great it is to live here, but don't take our word for it. See for yourself.


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Dalia joined KIPP San Antonio Public Schools most recently from Tulsa Public Schools where she served as the Instructional Leadership Director. Dalia is originally from San Antonio, and received both her bachelor's and master's degrees from UTSA. She then served as a teacher and assistant principal in San Antonio before spending several years in Chicago as the principal of a charter school. She also worked at Chicago Public Schools in several roles including Chief of Staff for the Office of Teaching & Learning and the Deputy Chief of Staff for the Office of the CEO.
In her new role as Chief of Staff, Dalia will drive organizational performance management, interface with the Board of Directors, help integrate organizational functions, and help drive the Regional Leadership Team.


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Monday, December 02, 2013
No, Not Chuck E Cheese!
Buster got invited to a birthday party at that frightful place that is Chuck E. Cheese.
He had a great time and it was nice to see the other families. The birthday boys (brothers) were adorable.
I don't think you could pay me enough to go there again though.
All these games were fine, and I'm glad he spent a good 20 minutes climbing tunnels. The tough part was the noise level in the "rock star show" where the giant rat comes out and the employees have to sing along with it in increasingly strained perky voices.
Buster's favorite moment was spinning the wheel on the lottery game and getting 15 tickets. Trading them for a couple of packs of Sweet Tarts wasn't bad either.
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This Chuck E Cheese is big enough for 2 story slide tubes.
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5 Secret Charms of Sung Hoon
Today is the big premiere of Sung Hoon's new romantic comedy My Secret Romance, so to celebrate, let's take a look at 5 of his secret charms that have stolen our hearts in his other K-dramas!
5. Faith
The secret ability to overcome his enemies by playing the flute (and rocking sexy silver hair at the same time!)
The charm of being a pro swimmer (and using that skill to seduce a girl!)
3. Oh My Venus
The charm of having a rockin' body, complete with chocolate abs (and managing to resist the advances of a very forward model!)
The sexy ability to passionately kiss the female lead (which not every K-drama male lead has mastered!)
And the charming ability to save the girl you've fallen for from mishap (Almost!)
Which of Sung Hoon's charming abilities won you over? Watch his new drama tonight on DramaFever!
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The Legal Cheek View
It's easy to forget that one of the biggest names in global corporate law has only been around in its current form since 2010 – when London's Lovells merged with Washington DC's Hogan Hartson. At the time of the merger there was much speculation over what the new name would be, with Love Harts and HogLove the most memorable suggestions, but the firm sensibly settled on Hogan Lovells. The combined megafirm now has 49 offices in 26 different countries, including a substantial presence in South America and Asia as well as Europe and the US.
Offering one of the best combinations of scale and quality outside the magic circle – with revenue last year of a whopping £1.53 billion and global profit per equity partner at nearly $1 million (the UK figure is £760,464) – Hogan Lovells specialises in about every practice area you can imagine. This is particularly attractive to students in that it allows them to keep their options open while training and then qualify into a first rate team. There are also opportunities for international secondments across a wide range of offices. Current trainees have spent time in New York, Dubai, Hong Kong and Johannesburg, among other locations. Client secondments are fairly common too, with trainees spending time at the likes of Citibank, Merck Sharp & Dohme and Prudential.
In addition, Hogan Lovells also has one of the leading pro bono and corporate social responsibility operations in the City, with a wide variety of clients including the British Paralympic Association. Plus its chair, Nicholas Cheffings, is currently head of City law diversity scheme PRIME.
Junior fee-earning work varies widely, but as you would expect at an elite outfit like this the adminy tasks are interspersed with more challenging assignments. One insider sums up the situation: "This can vary massively – litigation seats can become bundlemania but equally can give rise to opportunities to draft research notes and witness statements. It depends on the team and partners that you are working for." Another adds: "Very good at starting with the basics and building up to associate-level work."
Levels of responsibility increase sharply in the associate ranks – where NQ pay rates have recently been increased to £75,000. Make it that far and you have a decent chance of reaching the top of the firm, with Hogan Lovells boasting a good reputation for promoting its own to partner level.
What is probably most striking across the firm is its consistency. Although it misses out on A*s, Hogan Lovells scored an A in every category of the Legal Cheek Trainee and Junior Lawyer Survey 2017-18. "Everyone from NQ to Global Chair is very friendly," one trainee tells us, summing up the well-balanced nature of the place. The hours – with an average 9:18am start and 7:40pm leave time – signal a similar message.
Finally, the office is one of City law's more impressive workplaces – and boasts that much-desired feature: an in-house gym (which is apparently pretty good). There is a staff cafeteria, too, which is acclaimed for its excellent desserts, and the firm's meeting rooms are stocked with some of the most delicious cookies in legal London.


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Sep 30, 2008
Home Dads In The Wild #3
I've put the interview with Stan the Marine Worm in a file for another time at the suggestion of Dan from the Northern Dads Group who was keen to hear from a Home Dad in the Wild who 'wasn't perfect'.
Without casting aspersions on anyone, I now offer you the transcript of the interveiw with Donald the Sand Goby. Hope you enjoy it.
Reservoir Dad: I did a bit of research on you guys. I was impressed, first of all, that you spent so much time building a nest, looking after the eggs and basically giving the women of your species a break. I mean that's basically an example of what we humans call a 'good dad'
Donald: Thanks, man. Appreciate it. The males in our species have a long history of being there for our offspring. We really enjoy being involved. We care.
RD: So, how do I get to this next question… I'll just go ahead and say it. You can respond as you please.
Donald: Okay…
Donald: So. You eat your babies…
Donald: What? No…
RD: You do so. Scientists have documentation that proves that you nibble at your own babies.
Donald: What's a scientist?
RD: Umm, a person who studies things and records them and basically hangs around watching things happen.
Donald: Those huge guys in the white coats, holding the little glasses of colourful stuff?
RD: Yep.
Donald: Those bastards! They're around so long you forget they're there.
RD: Sure mate. That's what the losers on Big Brother say about the cameras to excuse their bad behaviour.
Donald: Okay, I nibble at my babies a little. A bite here and there. What's your point?
RD: Actually, it says here that you eat up to 40% of your brood most of the time and sometimes you even eat them all.
Donald: 40%? Sounds a bit of an over-estimation. Okay. Fine. I eat my babies. Big deal. Move on. Next question.
RD: Why would you eat your own children? I wouldn't call that great parenting.
Donald: Oh you wouldn't, wouldn't you? Well what do you eat then?
RD: Whatever's in the cupboard, or the fridge.
Donald: Well where's my cupboard smartass? Where's my fridge? You see where I'm going with this? I read your interview with the Penguin and the Emu. These poor bastards starve half to death looking after their brood. You know why? Because they have only a few eggs. Can you imagine the Penguin getting a little peckish and nibbling on his only baby? Doesn't really lead to the continuation of a species does it? You humans only have a few children but you've got cupboards and fridges full of stuff. We all have ways of getting by mate.
RD: Our elderly next door neighbours had fourteen children.
Donald: Yeah? Well I'd be eating some of those.
RD: No. You see? This is where we differ. Even if they had twenty kids they still wouldn't eat any of them.
Donald: Not even if they're really, really hungry?
RD: Not even then, Donald.
Donald: But there's so bloody many of them. They don't shut up. They leave a huge mess and I'm stuck with them all the fricken time. Come on man. Give us a break. I don't eat all of them.
RD: So you eat your babies to reduce noise and mess?
Donald: And stress. It can be hard work with a brood that large.
RD: True. I have a hard time with a brood the size of two. Sometimes I feel very frustrated. Never considered eating them though.
Donald: You'd have to be careful if you did, I'd imagine.
RD: Why's that?
Donald: Well, once I start chewing down on the little whipper-snappers I get insatiable. Can't stop at just one or two. Might happen to you as well. A little nibble on Archie and before you know it, Lewis is gone too.
RD: Did that with a block of chocolate once. Anyway, I don't think you're being very honest with me. While doing my research I came across a theory that the only reason you care for your brood is because it impresses the ladies.
Donald: Okay, okay. Truth is I don't like looking after the kids at all. But the chicks dig it big time. Looking after kids is like my peacock's feather - a very big sexual ornament and a chick magnet. I mean, I'm a DILF mate. That's how you score! That's how you spread your seed! Chicks like sensitive guys. And there is nothing that screams sensitive more than being gay…
RD: What?
Donald: ... and second to that is a bloke looking after kids. You hang out with the kids, clean the house a little and then you're mating with every Sand Goby in the sea. You're producing so many eggs that you'd be stupid NOT to eat a few… only when the women aren't looking of course.
RD: You're starting to scare me a bit, Donald.
Donald: Get with it man. How many women have you mated with since you've had kids?
RD: It's a bit different for us humans. We generally end up paring with one person.
Donald: For how long?
RD: For ever.
Donald: For Ever!? And you're getting stuck into me for eating babies?
RD: We actually like it mate. It has benefits.
Donald: Now, you're starting to scare me, RD.
RD: So, to sum it up - Despite your attempt to convince me that you love your children, you actually only look after your brood and tend to the nest to impress chicks and mate with them?
Donald: That just about covers it.
RD: Thanks for you time.
Donald: No worries RD. By the way, where are your kids today?
RD: Just move on Donald. Don't let the door hit you in the ass.
Donald: Pffft. Those scientist bastards are good.
RD: Wouldn't be able to blog without them.
Sep 29, 2008
Condolences At The Bottom Of The Toilet
Reservoir Mum tried to turn me to the positives - Geelong's winning record over the past two years, and of course, the Premiership last year I never thought I'd see the Cats deliver.
My old man talked about the future - the fact that we will have a pretty good side for several seasons to come and may even get another tilt at a flag.
Two of my best mates suggested that I just - get - over - it.
Well, there is a chance that I'll get over it one day but it's not going to be anytime soon. Anyway, I wasn't after these kinds of logical grown-up words.
So when I got home yesterday I put all the well intended advice behind me and sought some solace with a person whose emotional development was more fitting to my mood. The young Archie.
We sat in front of a newspaper together and opened to the team photos of that horrid grand final. The glorius blue and white hoops and the much uglier brown and yellow stripes.
"Now, Archie," I said. "Which colors look like they belong to to the inside of a toilet?"
He tilted his head to the side and then looked at me with a blank expression.
I gave it a moment's thought and then put it a different way. "Which jumper looks like poo and wee?"
Archie laughed and pointed to Hawthorn.
"Good boy," I said, as I gave him a big daggy Daddy hug.
Archie laughed some more and I smiled as much as I was able.
"They look like poo and wee," he said again.
"Yes they do mate," I said closing the paper and saying goodbye to another season. "They look exactly like poo and wee."
Sep 23, 2008
I'll Show You Some Good Parenting (Go Cats!)
There's no way in hell my kids are barracking for any team other than Geelong Cats.
Yeah. That's right.
I agree with most of the advice in the above paragraph. Might surprise you then to know that I snuck away and hid Lewis's soccer ball in the garage when he started to show more interest in it than the glorious Sherrin. Also might surprise you that I spent an hour convincing Archie that he was mistaken when he said he liked the Collingwood Magpies better then The Geelong Cats. I was relentless. And successful. I am happy to report that Archie now knows the Geelong team song and Lewis walks around with a toddler-sized Sherrin under his arm (Geelong colors of course).
Yesterday, Archie, without prompting, said, "Daddy, I like the Cats. I don't like the Blues."
That's tear provoking stuff right there because I know I have molded this young boy into a Geelong Cats-addicted AFL junkie just like me, just like his Pa and just like his late Great-Grandfather. Yep, I worked at it, I steared him away from forming his own opinion. I gave this boy no choice. And I am one happy Daddy.
Archie has now been added to a family history that includes four generations of Geelong supporters and over 90 years of history. Now to work on Lewis. Very soon, probably even next year, three generations of my family will be going to Geelong games together and screaming our guts out. You can't buy that sort of life-long bonding material.
There are some things, specific to family culture, which overrule all those otherwise solid parenting guidelines. When they are much older I will show Archie and Lewis this rant and they will love me for it. Just like I love my old man for forcing me down this path many years ago. It set up years of Saturday afternoons together. Years of phone calls and visits to discuss ins and outs, injuries, team form, draft choices, disappointments for past seasons and hopes for upcoming seasons.
My Dad was born in 1951 the year the Cats won the first of back-to-back flags. He was clearly too young to remember it. I like to imagine my Grandfather listening to the radio, hanging on every minute of the game. He would have loved it.
Last year the mighty Cats won their first flag in 44 years. Dad and I witnessed our first Geelong Premiership together. This weekend the Cats are up for their second tilt at back-to-back flags. It's an emotional week. Dad and I will be riding every minute desperate to see the Premiership cup in the hands of Captain Tom Harley and Coach Mark Thompson at the end of the game. We will party long and hard and I'll have some great stories for Archie and Lewis to pass on to my grandkids. I love the fact that I had no choice in being a Geelong supporter. I had been at my first day of primary school and was mixing with a lot of wayward Corio kids, a few of who were filling my head with some crazy ideas.
When Dad came home from work I ran up to him and said, 'Dad, I'm barracking for the Bombers now because they Bomb 'em''. A very cute, child-like thing to say.
Dad dropped his bag, knelt down, looked me in the eye and said, 'You barrack for The Cats, mate, or you're moving out.'
That's some pretty special parenting right there.
Thanks Dad.
Go Cats! Back to Back flags 2007/2008.
Sep 12, 2008
Home Dads In The Wild #2
Here's the transcript of the interview with Cecil the Emu which unfortunately ended in disagreement before any actual discussion on child-rearing could be entered into.
Home Dads in The Wild will next feature Stan the Marine Worm which I promise will be a much more informative article
Reservoir Dad: Welcome Cecil. I'm really looking forward to getting to the specifics of your approach to child-rearing and the sharing of home duties but I'm really… amazed at some other facts that I've come across while researching for this interview. Do you mind if I satisfy my own curiosity before we get to home-dadding specifically?
Cecil: Not at all. This is an exercise in getting to know other species and I'm all for it.
RD: Great. Okay. Now, reading from Wikipedia, once the male Emu begins to incubate the eggs they don't "eat, drink or defecate" for nearly two months...
Cecil: Yeah?
RD: How the hell do you do that?
Cecil: You stop eating the rest takes care of itself.
RD: Yeah, but why? I mean, can't someone bring you some food?
Cecil: We don't really think about our own welfare at that stage. Making sure the eggs are well cared for is the most important thing a male Emu will ever do.
RD: But can't you just have a little food? Something small occasionally? I mean, what if I come past and drop a few live but legless grasshoppers on the ground or something.
Cecil: Nope. Wouldn't be interested.
RD: Some Saltbush catepillars?
Cecil: Uh-uh.
RD: How about some ladybirds? Come on, you're telling me you'd sit there for a month and not eat a handul of ladybirds if I stuck them right under your beak?
Cecil: I'm not interested in food at that time, okay? We're not like you humans. We don't watch giant plasmas while we throw a ball to the kids. We like to be present, really present, the entire time we're with the kids.
RD: But you're just sitting there, man. You could easily nibble on something. I'm worried you guys don't look after yourself. And if you can't look after yourself how can you look after your kids? Seriously?
Cecil: We don't just sit there.
RD: What else do you do?
Cecil: Well, we have to stand up and turn the eggs.
RD: How often?
Cecil: Ten times a day sometimes.
RD: Hmmm. Still seems like a lot of downtime. You're just keeping the eggs warm, aren't you? You're like a giant electric blanket. Couldn't you get your partner to sit on the eggs for a while, so you can get out and do something?
Cecil: Look, don't go there…
RD: Oh yes, I see. "…infidelity is the norm for Emus, despite the initial pair-bond: once the male starts brooding, the female mates with other males…" That's gotta hurt.
Cecil: Stings a bit.
RD: Here's a tissue. So that's why males sit on the eggs for two months and don't eat - they're depressed.
Cecil: Pretty much.
RD: Still seems strange to me though. I mean, I've been depressed before – four times when The Cats lost four Grand Finals, and once when I dreamt I won Tattslotto but then woke up and realised it was just a dream – but, shit man, I still defecated.
Cecil: Yeah, well that's you, RD. Everyone's different. Can't you see that? When I'm depressed, I don't defecate. I just don't.
RD: Okay okay. Sorry mate.
Cecil: 'salright. Anyway, it's all worth it when you first see their cute little faces poking out of the eggs.
RD: Um, sounds like it could be the hormones talking… I don't want to add to the misery but have you had a close look at an emu face?
Cecil: Jesus!
Reservoir Dad: Haha. You looked like Kramer then. "Jerry, when are you going to come see the baby!" haha
Cecil: You're very harsh. I'm starting to feel a bit depressed already and we're not even in breeding season yet. I mean, take away a faithful missus and some gorgeous kids and what is there?
RD: Two words, mate - Massive Plasma.
Cecil: Hmmm.
RD: Moving on. I interviewed an Emperor Penguin for Home Dads in the Wild # 1. He seemed to have an issue with his small arms. I notice that you also have very small arms, in comparison to your size. Do you have difficulty expressing your affection for your young ones, considering your inability to hug?
Cecil: We have some serious arm envy, don't worry about that. But what we lack in arm we definitely make up for in size. So if I was you I'd be a bit more careful with the questions.
RD: What do you mean?
Cecil: I'm six foot five. How tall are you?
RD: About six foot.
Cecil: There you go…
RD: Yeah, but you're all legs and neck. Take them out of the picture and you're just a giant pom-pom.
Cecil: Careful buddy. It's mating season soon. And in mating season our testosterone levels surge and our testicles double in size. Put that in your Wikipedia and smoke it.
RD: OOHH. Watch out! The giant pom-pom has balls.
Cecil: That's it. This interview is over.
RD: Thanks for your time Cecil.
Cecil: And I'll be telling my mates Jeff the Pouched Frog and Darryl the Spotted Sandpiper to think twice before agreeing to an interview.
RD: I don't like threats. Why don't you use your massive legs to get the hell out of here?
Cecil: We're a minority group buddy! We should be banding together not tearing shreds of each other. Why can't home Dads just get along? Why can't we all just get along?
Sep 9, 2008
Reservoir Dad's Most Mentally Sexy Competition Clothing
Sep 7, 2008
A Great Fathers Day (to come)
I love it so much that I won't even drink beer out of it. I'll put it on the shelf and look at it every day. I didn't even care that he showed me this present four days ago, as soon as I picked him up from Kinder, just so that he could eat the chocolates himself.
Nope, I love that little critter and I love being his Dad.
Lewis woke me up at 5am for Father's day. He's got the greatest little toothy grin and his warm face on my neck in the mornings is just as good as Archie's little face on a stubby holder. (Somehow that doesn't sound as sweet as I thought it would, but you get my drift.) If I could I'd put Lewis's warm little face right next to the stubby holder on the shelf and look at it every day... um, I'll move on.
This morning, I got to read the sport section of two newspapers without interruption (and without pretending that I needed to go to the toilet for thirty minutes) while I ate a shockingly easy-to-prepare breakfast. Check this out –
You try and tell me I'm not living large.
So what else do I have in store for Father's day, loving my kids as much as I do, finding myself at this stage in my life so reliant on my family for my own happiness? An outing to the Zoo? A trip to the Aquarium? An hour or two at the Collingwood Children's Farm?
Hang on. It's Father's Day, isn't it. Not kids day. (A quote from the Great Book of Dad Quotes, which my Dad referred to often - "It's kids day everyday.") So, I'm going to the Geelong St Kilda final at the MCG with a few mates. I'm going to have a few drinks and come back a bit tipsy. Yep, give me a kiss on the cheek kiddos. Next time I see you, you'll be in PJ's and all I'll have to do for the whole day is tuck you in and sing you to sleep with a few renditions of the Geelong theme song.
I want to formally apologise to my parents for thinking that making you breakfast and cleaning my room was all you needed for Mother's and Father's Day. I should have opened the door, kicked you out and told you to have an entire day of doing something self-indulgent. (Dad, for you that would have been fishing and sipping some port-spiked coffee. Mum, for you that would have been reading self-help books and chanting positive affirmations or starting a new hobby –like raising geese, or building a water feature out of colored dog-hairs or completing a Masters Degree in Psychology.)
Sep 4, 2008
A Home Dad, Oozing Dr Hook Coolness, Rocking His Children
Getting motivated for grocery day takes a bit of doing. Two kids, shopping trolleys, rows and rows of biscuits, cakes and lollies. We all know the drill. It's hard work. Throw in a couple of well meaning words from complete strangers like "Don't worry, you'll be home with Mummy soon kids" or "Hey, spending some time with Daddy are we?" and my gut starts firing like a box of firecrackers in a burning barn.
But shortly after waking, on this particular grocery day, I recieved some bad news from afar that acted like a good slap in the face and made me reflect on how good I've got it. I made a quick mental list of personal great things
- Reservoir Mum
- Two great kids
- A large extended family (all healthy. Well, the live ones anyway...)
- A house big enough for my whole family (and a Plasma)
- 2007 Geelong Premiership (with possibly 2008 Geelong Premiership to follow)
Bottom line is - I reasoned to myself - I've got it good.
The shopping wasn't really so bad in the end. We got a park right out front. Kids were satisfied and quiet with a Muesli Bar each. I gave a homeless guy $1.50 and that made me feel pretty decent. When we emerged from ALDI the sun was shining, the birds were singing and the homeless man's dog was licking my trouser leg. I gave him a Cheese Cracker and felt pretty decent about that as well.
Driving home I was feeling nostalgic. Boys needed to nap and I couldn't be stuffed with the sleep hassles back home, so I pulled into Macdonald's, bought a cappuccino, slipped my Dr Hook CD into the player, pumped it up to a level that kept the kids quiet but sleepy and drove around for half an hour until they dozed off.
Searching again for that feeling of decency I stopped, at one point, to let an elderly couple cross the road. Their gaze lingered on me as they hobbled past on their bone-density-depleted legs. They could see me singing. They could hear Dr Hook's gravelly vocals and they knew I had it good.
(Don't get me wrong, I'm under no illusions that I am an outrageously decent guy. I was doing some environmentally unfriendly, self-indulgent things – things that might even get this blog torn down – like driving around aimlessly and wasting fuel, buying stuff from MacDonald's and subjecting the vulnerable brains of my young children to [what some people claim are] the cheesiest, most puerile lyrics in the history of music but I was feeling so damn good I couldn't stop, damn it.)
Listen -
I got more money
Than a horse has hairs
Because my rich old Uncle died
And answered all my prayers
But having all this money
Is going to bring me down
If you ain't with me honey (Reservoir Mum)
To help me spread it around.
Man, I think that's gold. And I don't care who knows it. Now, for that song to really be relevant to me, we'll have to replace the word money, with the word riches (with riches referring to children, health, time, love etc - in other words, anything other than money or actual riches).
I drove past a few chicks at a bus stop. I looked through the open car window and sang Sharing The Night Together, as though I'd written the lyrics myself, just for them. They glared back at me wide-eyed as I drove past and I knew what they were thinking – "There goes a home Dad, oozing Dr Hook coolness, drinking coffee, rocking his children. Oh yeah, all right…"
I challenge you to try listening to that song in a warm car, buffeted gently from side to side, rolling down the streets of Reservoir with scenery like this –
enough groceries in the boot to feed your entire family for a week, enough time on your hands to let old couples hobble across the road, enough money to hand out hundreds of cents and a couple of cheese crackers to the homeless, sipping on a large double shot cappuccino, being oggled by young chicks who think you're cool, with two of the most important people in your life dozing in the backseat behind you while your wife works her arse off in one of the dozen different offices she works at around the city to bring home a shit-load of bacon.
I challenge you to do that and avoid the overwhelming sense of joy that takes you right to the verge of tears.
I'll say it again. I've got it good.
I have some advice for all you people out there doing it a lot harder than I am (because, lets face it, it's easy to hand out advice when you've got it this good). In the immortal words of the greatest band ever, Dr. Hook -
Just pick your heart up off the floor
And try, try again...
Tops in Pops: The Best Daddy Blog Posts of August
This is a blog for what I call "real dads" — the kind that love to play with their kids and don't mind changing stinky diapers. It's for the kind of father who's heart breaks because he's at work all day instead of being home raising his children. Not every dad is a real dad, and that's OK. But if you've sought out this blog, then you probably are.
While you're there check out Daddy Brain's series of interviews with author Mark Brady.
Mark's insight on how the brain of a child is physically damaged by emotional abuse, yelling and hitting is amazing. We also discuss parental exhaustion/stress and how to help our kids develop "secure attachment."
Sep 3, 2008
Unravelling Addiction
Ever since Lewis discovered that the neat little toilet roll hanging next to the toilet can turn into a massive paper snake that stretches as far around the house as he's willing to pull it, I've had to publicly chastise him (in front of his brother) and manually roll up toilet rolls at least a dozen times.
Well, I am over it. I've tried to be vigilant in keeping the toilet rolls away from him but he always manages to steal the opportunity to unravel when I am least expecting it. He's addicted to unravelling and I have to accept that and do my best to help him.
So from now on, when a new toilet roll is needed, I will unravel it myself and heap it at the foot of the toilet bowl.(We tried ridding the entire house of toilet paper but that proved to be even more unpleasant than dealing with Lewis's addiction.)
To family and guests who drop by I extend apologies in advance. I will do my best to leave an end visible at all times but if you have trouble feel free to tear from the middle of the pile.
When we are visiting I will contact you in advance. If you could unravel your toilet paper rolls beforehand it would be much appreciated. Unfortunately, until Lewis's addiction is curtailed, we will have to avoid all private and public places with properly organised toilet rolls. The risks are just too great. And Lewis's future is too important to risk.
This addiction has affected our family enough.
Happy wiping.
Sep 2, 2008
The Nanny Fairy
Trying to find time to express your creative talents when you are raising children is very tough wether you're a stay-at-home-Dad or Mum, as this book testifies: Divided Heart: Art and Motherhood. That's why my sensitive artist's heart has been broken by The Nanny Fairy's latest cleaning frenzy.
Every now and then, after Nanny and Gramps come around for babysitting, I find something has been cleaned, or folded, or wiped down, or knocked down, rebuilt and spraypainted. And I really appreciate the efforts - most of the time.
This morning I stood staring at the inside of the microwave for a full minute before I realised that my first real attempt at abstract art - an exercise that has taken a good month of effort, spaghetti sauce, egg, roast fat, cream cheese and countless other explosive food elements - had been wiped clean out of existence.
It had taken me a long time to refine the process of overheating different foodstuffs to splash just the right amount of color around the microwave's interior. Not to mention bowl and plate placement to ensure a particular shape of splatter. Yep, it was the hard gruelling slog that only a true leather-arsed artist can appreciate.
Sure, I am no Jackson Pollock, but there was heart and there was soul in that piece of work. And now it's gone like a Sand Mandala in the wind. I guess I should be more Buddhist about it.
Oh well, nothing a true artist like me can do except stay dedicated and strong. I have already re-undercoated the interior with two bowls of Weetbix. Several different high fat, over-sauced dishes will start my work afresh and keep me on track to realise my artistic dream – the opening of my own Gallery displaying a growing collection of Microwave Art.
P.S. Thanks Nanny.
Aug 28, 2008
The Second NDG Leaping Competition
Broadcasting Controversy Surrounds Upcoming NDG Leaping Contest
Looking forward to the upcoming Leaping from the Doorstep to the Shrubbery Contest. Can The Dads snatch victory from the jaws of defeat and put The Kids back where they belong??
In breaking news, Channel 7 have announced that they have exclusive screening rights to the world event, and are committed to showing live, uninterrupted coverage of the whole competition.
Well, maybe not live, but delayed by only a matter of a few minutes. Or maybe to be shown 'coming up next' at some ill-defined point in the next few hours. Or possibly, the event will be 'still to come', sometime within the next five years. And maybe not the whole competition, but 'key moments' of the final stages. Or it could be a super slow-mo collage of Leaps from Clever Angles (maybe they'll attach a camera to a real-life competitor's shoe!).
Channel 7 feel that this studied approach will bring out the true spirit and passion of Competitive Leaping, rather than showing anything so boring or time consuming as the whole sequence of actual events as they unfold.
Reservoir Dad's Foreign Correspondent, Dan.
Opening Ceremony Leak Stirs Critics
Of course, the opening ceremony for this event will be a multi-million dollar spectacle, choreographed by the local communist party and performed by thousands of ultra-trained elite soldiery who may well be more athletic than the athletes themselves.
The voices of the dads will be provided by less cute dads, who will be concealed somewhere in the back yard and provide dubbed dialogue by microphone.
Internet use will be restricted during the duration, and any children who choose to complain during the event will be required to submit an application to protest in one of the appointed "protest parks", and then be arrested and sent to the provinces for "re-education".
At the end of the balcony jumping, David Beckham (or if David is not available due to contract restrictions, Dan's son Mikey) will kick a football into the adoring throng from the top of an unfolding double-decker bus. Or Dan's Magna.
An appointed dad will declare the event "The best rose bed jumping ever!". The ceremonial cigarette lighter will then be extinguished before the athletes do a lap of honour before returning to their own houses for a ticker tape parade, (or a nap, depending on their own proclivities).
The Dalai Lama will not be invited.
Chief Sports Writer, Jack.
I can tell you as an insider that there were some sore Dads limping around after the last competition. In the build up to this week's game weights have been lifted, roads have been run, bikes have been ridden and body hair has been waxed and stored for later use.
Rumours suggesting that several Dad's have been implicated in a plot to spike The Kids pre-game drinks with Phenergon are completely unfounded.
Stay tuned early next week for a comprehensive report on the games.
Aug 27, 2008
The Post-Gastro Post
Did that just happen? Was that a dream? How did I lose three kilos and why are there no clean sheets in the house? Why are there so many buckets in the lounge room? Did I really see a vulture perched on the plasma? Desert birds circling overhead?
It was tough. I've heard all the stories about the horrors of an illness hitting the entire family but this is the first time it's happened to us. I sincerely hope that this is the last time I ever post about this horrid illness.
I was pretty confident of avoiding the gastro bug when Lewis first started showing symptoms. Then it moved on to Reservoir Mum and Archie but, hey, I was washing my hands all the time, spraying the toilet seat with disinfectant, only breathing through my nose and wearing an AFL approved wet-weather poncho. I thought I had it covered.
Silly, sad, delusional Reservoir Dad…
I'm convinced now that children have the ability to simply look in your direction and subliminally sicken you. If I was a germ looking to populate my community I'd build my first commune in the body of a toddler and then take over the world.
Anyway, based on my first full family illness I have come up with 5 survival tips.
1. Send the kids to the grandparents.
Jesus, if you have this option, stop reading. Get the kids there ASAP. Sure you might be passing on a potentially serious illness but they can afford to lie around all day vomiting. What else have retirees got to do? Just tell them that they just might possibly laugh about it later. Plus, if they survive, they'll have a great story to tell their… great grandchildren one day.
2. Try not to change too many nappies.
When you're as ill as we were this past week, even the smell of lavender in a freshly cleaned pillow case can get your stomach churning. So a dirty nappy? Yikes. I tried plugging my nose, holding my breath, changing Lewis from afar with very long tongs, all to no avail.
My suggestion? Disposable nappies are pretty sturdy these days. Stick a well-fitting one on first. Then put a larger one over the top. Finally, cover your child in Cling Wrap from the knees to the bellybutton and change him once a day.
(Generally poo is not such a big issue for me but, jeez, we can put men on the moon, map the genetic code, clone a fricken sheep but still haven't come up with a cure for the common baby crap.
Here are some suggestions for all you scientists out there. How about a pill that evaporates human waste inside the gut? A nappy that reaches a certain weight before falling off and dissolving? Genetically modified shitless babies… Now there's a Nobel Prize winner for you.)
3. Try not to waste any energy talking to your spouse.
I only say this because there really is no point. The exhaustion that accompanies gastro is so complete and overwhelming that it short circuits the brain and makes complete sentences impossible.
Somewhere in the nightmare that was our past week I remember the odd crazied mumbling. There were two standouts. We had been mindlessly watching an Olympic Games baseball match. Reservoir mum came up with this gem: "Hey look, the boases are laded." And while trying to come up with an easy way to get the kids dinner without getting off the couch I suggested "Hiring a Pizza." Yeah, an over-nighter or a weekly?
4. Cry pathetically
Like most men I abhor crying in public. So make sure you are indoors with only family members present. It's amazing how sobbing miserably can give you that tiny bit of extra energy to get things done. This is how I managed to get off the lounge room floor, change the boy's beds and get the spew-ridden sheets into the washing machine.
Feel free to throw in some pathetic mumbling as you stumble about. Choose from:
• This can't be happening. This - Can't - Be - Happening!"
• I'm scared of dyin' Ma…
• I can't feel my legs! (The much loved classic)
5. Spew and Learn
Kids hate to spew as much as we do. Inevitably, helping your child through the experience is going to bring you back to ChuckLand so do what I did and spew first. Then try to instill a sense of appreciation for life in your child by teaching them that things are never as bad as they seem. After putting my fingers down my throat and spending two minutes in an eye-bulging, gut-burning vomit that left me only a few blips of blood pressure away from a stroke, I turned casually to Archie and said, 'Now, some species feed their children like this... (Hey it's a fact. Isn't that right Leroy?)
After reading over these points I realize they are probably not that helpful, apart from Tip 1. It's been a while since I've had a full meal though so don't be too critical. I think it's finally time to hire that Pizza. I heard there's a new thriller out with Angelina Jolie. Sounds tasty.
Aug 19, 2008
Home Dads In The Wild # 1
Interview with Leroy The Emperor Penguin
RD: G'day Leroy. Thanks for your time first of all.
Leroy: No worries. Little Roy just headed out to the open sea. Bit of time on our hands now.
RD: For human families today, finding a balance between work, rest and recreation is a difficult task. You Emperor Penguins seem to have come up with a well-structured and balanced routine.
Leroy: We like to think so. The missus does the hard work, first of all, forming and laying the egg. Not much I can do to help there except talk to her, huddle a bit and share a bit of warmth. Once she pops the egg it's my turn. She heads out for a few months of feeding and I get to work, nesting the egg in my feet.
RD: Why in your feet?
Leroy: Well I'm not going to hold it for two months with these floppy little arms am I? Who's the smartarse with the fingers around here?
RD: Apologies. Do you have any advice for human parents who are looking to share child-rearing, or exchange roles all together?
Leroy: Far be it from me to suggest how humans should structure their lives but it does seem strange to palm off most of the child-rearing to one person. We consider this to be the most important job there is. A very difficult one best undertaken in pairs.
RD: I agree. It's very difficult for humans these days though. There just doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day, you have to balance family with career and money is so crucial...
Leroy: I don't get money. I mean I've heard of it, but from what I see you guys tend to create a disproportionate need for money. Take me and my partner for example. I look after the egg while she eats for a few months. When the egg hatches she comes back and I head out for a couple of weeks of eating. Fair enough you have to buy food but how much do you need to eat?
RD: It's not just for food though. We've reached a point in our evolution where there as so many cool things to buy. Big houses, lots of cars, latest model mobile phones, plasma televisions…
Leroy: Plasma whaty... ?
RD: Televisions. Massive ones. You get to watch all types of things on them - sport, news, movies, documentaries. There're even some good shows about you guys. You should get one.
Leroy: Yeah? Maybe... have to talk to the missus.
RD: Anyway, back to the child-rearing. I'm a home dad now. This is a relatively new thing in our society – I mean post agriculture, before that whole families raised kids – but what do you see as the benefits of dads rearing kids?
Leroy: Mate, I can't see any other way to do it. My wife is totally stuffed after forming and laying the egg. All she wants to do is eat. Wouldn't be fair if I told her to sit there for another 64 days while I played around. It's just about sharing the load I reckon. Look after each other, share in the experience. One of the greatest things, and something you humans seem to be missing, is that both Penguin parents have an understanding of how difficult… and rewarding… child rearing can be. There seems to be too much emphasis placed on the human partner who goes out to eat, come back and regurgitate, whereas we have a deep understanding that both roles are equally as important to the functioning of a healthy and happy family.
RD: Well said. The role of child-rearing/home maintenance is undervalued in our society.
Leroy: Yep. It's just a crazy backward way of thinking.
RD: So you don't eat anything while you are nesting for 64 days?
Leroy: Me? No. He-he. I gotta focus. Eating would be very selfish.
RD: So you eat shellfish...
Leroy: What? No, I don't eat at all. I just told you...
RD: Don't you get hungry?
Leroy: Shit yeah. Lose about twenty kilograms. But I get to go out for a few weeks after and do nothing but eat. Anyway, it's like I was saying, humans have their priorities screwed up. The child should always come first.
Leroy: So how do you organise the workload after your two weeks of eating?
Leroy: Back to about 50/50. I forage and regurgitate for the young-un. Then the missus heads out and does the same. We like to keep it as balanced as possible. I mean, they're not young forever are they. Six months and their waddling off to feed themselves.
RD: It does pass quickly, yes. One last question. While nesting the egg you huddle together with hundreds of other males. Doesn't that raise a few eyebrows?
Leroy: Here we go again. Just because I take on some home duties and look after the baby doesn't mean I'm not as masculine as the next guy.
RD: Hey, no offence. Just curious as to whether Emperor Penguins swing both ways…
Leroy: Its fricken cold out there. Alright? You try standing in the Antarctic for 64 days. I guarantee you'll be hugging any male who walks by.
RD: Maybe if they were wearing a little penguin suit…
Leroy: Hehe. Get out of here.
RD: Thanks for your time.
Aug 13, 2008
Building a Repertoire
Truth is, it's my own inexperience that's the problem. I've only had two opportunities to respond to "I don't love you" before this. Once when I was in early high school after I delivered a love note to my first true love that started "You are my honey, my Vegemite…". The second time was at the end of a relationship in my late teens. At that age I was at a point where a weekend with the mates and a lot of beer was the easy fix for hurt feelings.
Anyway, here's the transcript -
Archie: Daddy, I want to see Mummy.
Reservoir Dad: Yeah, mate. Mummy will be home soon.
Archie: I want to see Mummy now.
Reservoir Dad: Soon mate. How about you come here and help me and Lewis make the train set?
Archie: No, I don't love you anymore.
Reservoir Dad: Yeah? But… yes you do… what?
I can hear what everyone's saying - C'mon Reservoir Dad, it was only the rabbity gibbering of a boundary-pushing three year old, you're much stronger than that.
You're right of course, but I'd been trying to unpack the shopping for about an hour, Lewis's nose was chunking out snot like a candy funnel at Charlie's Chocolate Factory, there was dog-poo under the swing outside which I was determined to clean up before the kids got out there, it was getting on to 2PM and I hadn't even taken the roast out for defrosting and Dr Drowser was sitting beside me flicking the end of a hypodermic needle. It was my time to crack. It was just my time…
Anyway, I recovered via the usual means. When Reservoir Mum got home I went and chopped some wood, lifted some weights and tore a hole in my favorite t-shirt. Feelings of superiority restored I settled down later that evening to try to come up with some appropriate comebacks for the future.
Here's some I have come up with so far:
Evil, Vindictive Reservoir Dad:
- Yeah, well I don't love you either. (Seems a little too easy)
- Mummy's just called me. She's never coming back. (Maybe a tad too evil.)
- Is that right? You don't love me? Now I don't feel so bad about backing over your puppy. (This one seems to be just about right)
Reservoir Dad reading from the Great Book of Dad Quotes:
- While you're living under my roof, and eating my food, you WILL love me. What you do after that is up to you."
- I'll turn this damn car around… (oh hang on, wrong scenario).
- Kids should be seen and not… (no, Great Book of Dad Quotes is falling short on this one)
Manipulative Reservoir Dad:
-How can you say that? After all I've done for you? Wiped your bum. Got up to you in the middle of the night. Sung Incy-Wincy Spider in a crowded shopping centre. Watched The Wiggles 4,076 times…. tell me you love me or I'm torching the DVD player.
-Hey, I've got a Chuppa-Chup. What did you say again?
-Pretending to cry. (This is my favorite option. The idea is to put on a real show I reckon. Run from the room bawling with your hands over your face. Run into a wall and fall down holding your leg. Scream in pain. It's a good idea to have a sauce pill to bite because a bleeding parent really can bring the performance home to the child.)
That's all I could come up with. I still feel like I've got some work to do. 'I don't love you Daddy' is pretty hard to top and kids know it. So, if you've got any better ideas send them through to the comments section. Us Dad's (and Mum's) have to unite against the children or they will break us down and take over the world.
Aug 11, 2008
Northern Dads Group Guest Blogger #2 – Dan
Ayup all. My name is Dan, father of Liam (11) and Mikey (4). I became primary carer/stay home dad/house-slave when Mikey was 5 months old, and 'by jiminy' how long ago does that seem?
Me and Mikey joined the Northern Dads Playgroup when he was about 8 months I think. It's a relaxed affair, with the emphasis on stress minimisation. e.g. last week – 'Uh-oh, has Josie just been sick? Oh no, it's all right, she's just been eating sand'. Last week I also lost my marbles (ha ha!); hope Josie didn't eat them too!
Thanks Reservoir Dad for the invite. There's so many things to say about being at home with kids, and what a great forum for saying them. I've put this post in two parts – perplexed/frustrated and joyful/contemplative, cos they don't seem to slot together too well. So……..
Some things that have perplexed/frustrated me as a stay-at-home Dad. I've always liked the saying 'credit where it's due' and while you're not looking for any medals as a primary carer, not being given some credit for the job really irks. You do the hard work day in day out, getting up in the night, making the meals, slogging through the housework, scooping up the 'huey greens' and generally taking care of baby/s. You know 'your baby' as well as anyone but even so, it will still be assumed by many you meet day to day, that Mum is really the one 'in charge'.
Sometimes this is really blatant, especially with services that are used to dealing primarily with mothers. For example I made all the arrangements when Mikey was younger to check out the Pre-School Dentist, the Sleep-Settling Centre (they were good btw) and the Kinder rego. Each time, despite me having made all the phone calls, filled in the forms and even visited the places, the correspondence was sent out addressed only to my partner. Not only was I not acknowledged as primary carer, I wasn't even acknowledged as a parent!
Often it's more subtle though, and I often feel I am treated like an 'amateur' by many people (health professionals, doctors, pharmacists, nurses, shop staff); as if if I was just 'filling in' until the full time professional was back on the job. You can tell stay-at-home-Dads – especially with babies in their first year – are still a big deal for many people, because they ask questions they would never ask of a mother, and pass comments they wouldn't dare say to a Mum. For example;
- "babysitting today are we?" (asked on many occasions by people in the street, at the shops etc. No, I'm his Dad stupid!)
- "and do you do everything in the house" (translation: so do you do the cooking, washing, clean the toilet, get the groceries as well as look after the kids??)
- while having a coffee with baby in the pram…."good of you to be looking after him while Mum does the groceries" (no, Mum's not doing the groceries, she's not even in the shopping centre.)
- (at the clothes shop)……"well done, fancy a man buying clothes for his kids. Most men who buy clothes in here have to bring them back cos they don't know the right size". (That would be the Dads who can't read the labels then.)
- at the ice cream parlor….."Better take a serviette love. Your wife will kill you if he gets all mucky" (thanks, won't need to use the wipes I carry round everywhere then!)
- at the chemist… "oh, got your day off today eh?" (er, no)
- the fruit and veg shop…."Ahh, day with Daddy today eh? Have a lovely day!" (see above)
These attitudes will change over time, I guess, as more and more fathers take up the role. In the meantime, it's good to 'vent' every so often!
Things that have made me joyful/contemplative…
One of the things about having watched our older child in his progression through toddlerdom, to primary school, and now approaching high school is that I've been conscious of how the really cute stuff of the pre-school years fades over time (to be replaced by equally moving, but slightly different, stuff). So I've been trying to treasure every innocent moment with our youngest. Some of my recent favourites:
- Mikey wanted to take Panda, Lion and Giraffe along to swimming lesson last Friday, and all three fluffy animals seemed happy to go along with this. I managed to convince Mikey that they shouldn't go in the water cos none of them could swim. So there they sat, propped on a chair by the poolside, Lion leaning on Panda, leaning on Giraffe (who was missing the action cos he was looking straight down. Maybe it was the lack of vertebrae in his neck). Halfway through the lesson while I was looking the other way one of the Mums turned to me, smiling, and told me Mikey had managed to sneak in a wave to his teddies as he swam by. Beautiful.
- We were choosing some gumboots for a trip to the snow a few weeks ago. Mikey decided that the pink ones with Bratz Girls on the side were 'awesome' and he proudly wore them all day (had to pre-warn big brother not to pass judgment on them).
- Dr Seuss books really get on my goat if I'm honest but, nevertheless, I had to laugh when we were reading Green Eggs and Ham the other day.
Me: Would you eat them in a box? Would you eat it with a… ? (pause for Mikey to add the missing word, fox.)
Mikey: Dog.
(To be fair, it did look a lot like a dog.)
- Surreal games of I-spy.
Me: I spy with my little eye something beginning with… W.
Mikey: (after a long think): "…………tree?"
It's being able to be 'in the moment' so often that is one of the best things about being a stay-at-home Dad, I reckon.
News flash. Just got a text from Jack that he's found my lost marbles, or at least some of them. Don't dare ask him where he found them, just glad they're safe.
Aug 7, 2008
No Point Crying Over Spilt Weetbix (with an intro to Dr Drowser)
Remember that eerie feeling you used to get after a hard night on the town? Hours of loud music, conversations morphing into shouting competitions, alcohol, sleep deprivation… There you'd be, sitting on the bed, winding down for a few hours sleep with a high-pitch ringing in your ears and no ability to think through a simple sequence of events – like taking your pants off, turning the off the light and getting into bed.
I experienced that again last night. The day started at six AM with a wet bed (not mine thankfully, although back in my partying days…) and a wet three-year-old. I stood shivering in my jocks in the pale night-light of the boy's room and couldn't work out how to manage the situation. Put some clothes on Archie? On myself? Change the sheets? Hop into Lewis's bed?
I thought about ringing Nanny and Gramps to baby-sit but, shit, it was too early. I thought about putting Archie in front of the TV with a bowl of lollies but no, TV fries kids' brains, and lollies… well, there's something wrong with them too.
All the while my internal sleep pusher (Dr Drowser – more on him in future posts) was standing to one side offering me another hour of bliss if I could just come up with the right tricks. Cripes, I would have given him my soul for another hour of sleep. I would've knocked over an old lady for her Nanny Blanky and just TEN MORE MINUTES…
Anyway, I somehow got my act together just as Lewis woke up and then spent another ten minutes squinting under the kitchen lights before managing to get two bowls, weetbix, milk and spoons under Lewis and Archie's beaming faces.
As soon as I turned my back – splat, Lewis swipes his onto the floor.
Spilt Weetbix at six in the morning is enough to kill a man (well, this man anyway).
The day continued in that fashion. It was hectic and loud and filled with tantrums and laughter, bandaids and conjunctivitis, snot-mopping every ten minutes and dozens of toilet trips, fights for overly visible treats at the supermarket and nappy-change wrestling, play-dough piles in the carpet and Texta lines on the floorboards, disagreements on food choices and bowl colours, worm-finding, muddy clothes, hanging out washing, four vacuum runs, thirteen table top wipes, naptime battles and twenty-three unfinished cups of coffee.
So, finally, that night, after an hour of sleep stand-off (Christ kids, if you don't want the sleep, give it to me!) they were out to it and after some general cleaning and tidying up I was sitting on my bed with the ringing in my ears – just like the old days but without alcohol and without choice. There was dishes to be done, cleaning, ironing etc but Dr Drowser was offering me an extended trip for the simple price of neglecting my responsibilities. Yeah, it would be a bigger job with the kids in the morning but like I said, I am a sleep-addict and Dr Drowser knows it. Consequences, smonseqeunces. Here's my left arm Dr Drowser. Give me some.
No sooner had I laid back on the bed, Lewis woke up. I scooped him up and headed downstairs in an attempt to avoid waking Archie and sat in front of "So You Think You Can Dance". For ten minutes I was sure Lewis would nod off in my lap but all of a sudden he jumped up, blinking at me over his over-hot, ruddy cheeks and straining against the conjunctivitis sting in his right eye.
He said, "Weetbix, Daddy?"
I said "Weetbix???" and at that point Lewis started laughing, crazily.
I felt a pang of fear then and turned around half expecting Archie to be standing there with some rope and some wire-cutters. Had they been planning this the entire day? Were they trying to break me?
"You threw your Weetbix off the table, Lewy, remember…".
Oh, hang on. That was twelve hours ago. Plus, I'm reasoning with a toddler.
Dr Drowser bent down to my ear and whispered: Give him whatever he wants and I'll give you some slumber.
Okay Dr Drowser.
Into the kitchen again, trying to convince myself I hadn't fallen asleep and woken up to an entirely new day. Weetbix were served and delirium set in. I ended up having the best time I'd had this far with little Lewy. He somehow thought this was the greatest joke ever and we were both laughing our heads off without any real reason. I've never seen Lewis laugh this hard.
I took some photos. Horrid ones – Lewis's current illness coupled with my skills of photography. But after one of the toughest days I've put in as a home-Dad to this point, I ended up with the best laugh I've had for ages, Weetbix at 9.30pm, and a bonding experience I reckon I'll remember for ever.
I never worked this hard when I was a full-time employee but then there weren't these kinds of rewards on offer either.
Aug 5, 2008
Tops in Pops: The Best Daddy Blog Posts of July
This is a blog for what I call "real dads" — the kind that love to play with their kids and don't mind changing stinky diapers. It's for the kind of father who's heart breaks because he's at work all day instead of being home raising his children. Not every dad is a real dad, and that's OK. But if you've sought out this blog, then you probably are.
Northern Dads Group Guest Blogger #1 – Jack
Getting together every now and then with a bunch of other dads is fantastic. Your kids can rocket off one another and spill biscuit crumbs or Playdough on somebody else's floor while you caffeinate and enjoy conversation with somebody over the age of 3.
The kind people at Playgroup Victoria send us copies of their 'Playgrouper' magazine every now and then. It makes for pretty scary reading. Apparently there are playgroups out there with quarter-hourly activity timetables, developmental milestones and toy-disinfecting rosters.
Who do they think these playgroups are for? Kids?
Our arrangement is a whole lot more civilised. We trash each other's living rooms on a rotating basis, with occasional visits to a museum, children's farm or some-such, to allow some extra time for people's gardens, living rooms or pets to recover. The activities are more "fluid" to suit the individual child's preference, from arranging toy cars geometrically to eating sand (that's my daughter…), or seeing how far you can jump off the front porch into the rose bed (last school holidays the kids beat the dads. The shame…)
But the real value of a dad's group is the chance to sit down with a bunch of other blokes in similar circumstances, drink some coffee and talk about stuff that could be everything or nothing to do with kids.
It's great to compare notes, especially about some of the totally bizarre stuff you hear people say when it comes to raising children. An example:
Back when my wife was in the early stages of her pregnancy we went to some end-of-year function hosted by my then boss. He'd sucked back a fair amount of wine, and was feeling ready to expound to the restaurant at large his gnomic words of wisdom on the issue of raising kids.
"It's piss-easy," he said, "you just stick 'em in a basket under the table. Then they go to school. My sons are in their teens - parenthood is a doddle."
He sat down, to the sound of his wife grinding her teeth.
A few of the dads have met guys like my ex-boss at some time or another. Sometimes it's a generational thing. Sometimes there are guys out there whose kids are just magically maintained by the invisible snot-and nappy fairy, and they're chief-in-charge of occasional playing. Sometimes you meet people who think that being a parent at home is beer and skittles, with a break for Oprah.
Sure, I don't want to claim that being a stay-at-home dad is like building the Great Wall of China with your teeth - but if it's piss easy, you're probably not doing it right.
Aug 2, 2008
But, no, that doesn't mean I'm the kind of Dad who'd tie his kids to a chair and cut their ears off in pursuit of a confession. When it comes to kids I prefer more subtle forms of torture. (On the other hand, if that DVD control goes missing one more time…)
Speaking of torture, I've been thinking about the disciplining of children lately. We borrowed the time-out-in-the-laundry approach for Archie. It was suggested to us by Sally and Cobes, friends of ours who have four daughters under the age of 10. It worked very well for Archie. Just the threat of the laundry can address inappropriate behaviour.
We haven't had quite the same success with Lewis though, especially when it comes to discouraging him from one of his favourite past times – hitting things. Everything in our house (including the house), inanimate or otherwise has suffered the wrath of the Mighty Lewy. You should have seen him lay into this helpless banana once. I get the feeling that if he'd had access to a chair, some rope and a razor blade he would have gone to town on the curvy yellow bastard.
I have to admit, I feel a swelling of pride when I witness his patience and fierce focus on the task at hand. I intervened on his attempt to whack Archie on the head several times the other day. Every time I let him go he raised his hand in strike mode and walked steadily in Archie's direction. Archie continued to dodge and weave but I knew from experience that he'd slowly fatigue and cop a series of whacks. So after repeated warnings it was off to the laundry.
Two minutes later I open the door.
Reservoir Dad "Lewis you mustn't hit. OK? You come and say sorry to Archie."
Lewis "No."
Reservoir Dad "Come and say sorry to Archie or you can stay in the laundry."
Lewis "No."
I closed the door but could hear Lewis giggling in anticipation. When I opened it again, two minutes later, Lewis busts out laughing. Peek-a-bloody-boo! I did my best to suppress a smile but failed.
Archie walked down the hall, noticed my smirk and started laughing because I was trying so hard to stop laughing at Lewis laughing. In a flustered, panicked kind of way I said "No! Stop laughing Archie," before I started laughing as well – at myself mostly – because trying to be a stern, controlled parent in that situation is just a crazy-hard thing to do.
Pfft… I wish I could stay angry sometimes.
Funny thing is, Lewis reminds me of myself. I used to struggle not to laugh when I was being disciplined as well. My Dad always said I'd grow out of it. Well, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.
Jul 31, 2008
The Invisible Man
This story led to several similar stories from other Dad's who had faced a social shunning when discussing their kids with their wives present. Mick even gave us an example of becoming The Invisible Man without his wife present. He was waiting to register his youngest for his immunisation only to find several mothers ushered to the sign-in desk ahead of him. When he pointed out he'd been waiting longer than some of those being called through the nurse apologised and thought he was simply there with one of the other Mum's. I guess a Dad couldn't possibly handle baby stuff on his own...
A few other examples that were mentioned –
Dad was at the checkout of a local supermarket when a middle-aged employee tickled his boy under the chin and said, "Spending some time with Daddy, are we?" Daddy smiled, extended his middle finger inside his jacket pocket and thought – yes, twenty-four hours, seven days a week.
Another Dad was in the aisles of the supermarket (supermarket stories are common) doing his best to control two screaming kids when an employee says loudly, "Don't worry, you'll be home with Mummy soon."
I've had my share of those experiences too of course. Just this week I was at KindaGym with Lewis while Archie was at three-year-old Kindergarten. The instructor addressed the group several times as Mothers. I looked at myself in the floor-to-ceiling mirror just to make sure I was still noticeably masculine. I was.
Now, I may be taking on a role that is traditionally a female-dominated one, but that doesn't mean I've suddenly become a woman or need to become more 'feminine' to do it competently. It's also true that Reservoir Mum is as womanly (and sexy) as she's always been. Despite working fulltime and earning the cash she has managed to avoid growing a beard or an Adam's apple.
The instructor did manage to correct herself at the end of the session. As we were preparing ourselves for a hearty rendition of Pattycake, Pattycake, Baker's Man she asked the children, "Do you cook biscuits and cakes at home with your Mummy?' before shaking her head and saying, 'Sorry, I'm being terribly sexist – Mummy or Daddy…"
There is some humour involved in those stories of course – the other Dad's and I managed to have a laugh while expressing a bit of frustration – and you can understand it in the context that the majority of full-time caregivers are generally women, but assumptions and stereotypes don't do much for promoting options for families.
And it's always been my opinion that the more options and choices families have the greater the chances that all family members will be happy.
Jul 30, 2008
Welcome to Reservoir Dad
I, on the other hand, worked in the same career for 10 years but changed jobs, sites and roles dozens of times because I just wasn't into it and was trying to keep myself from going crazy with the monotony. The sound of that whip cracking...
So it wasn't a very difficult decision to make when we sat down to decide how we'd structure our lives once the second child - Lewis - came along. Reservoir Mum loves to work and makes a lot of money doing it. Reservoir Dad doesn't like work very much at all and makes a lot less money. We assumed the kids would be happier at home with us than at child care.
I remember holding on to six month old Lewis with two-year-old Archie standing beside me, as we waved Reservoir Mum goodbye and I started my first official day as a stay-at-home Dad. We went back inside, the door clicked behind us and we waited for a moment. Nothing happened. Looking back now, I get the feeling that I was standing in a bomb shelter without realising that I was actually holding on to the bomb.
In all my other roles, there was always someone around to show me how to get started, what to do, who to report to if I had questions. But it wasn't long before I realised who my new bosses were. Lewis started crying, Archie started raiding cupboards and I started patting bums, talking in a language that relied more on facial expressions than words and cleaning and cleaning and cleaning. Since then (and a lot of ups and downs) the two terrors (the best kids in the world) have been structuring my day for me and I am slowly starting to learn to go with the flow.
This blog will mainly focus on my role as a stay-at-home Dad but I won't limit it to just that. Hello to family and friends, and anyone else who drops by.