Directed Advertising

What directed advertising looks like when it's aimed at a gay, ex-pat living in Sweden expecting his first child:

cloth diapers, a Scandinavian airline, a Swedish "man's man" fitness competition, g-string underwear for men and Suzuki cars.

/DD

Plushies

DD: We could stop by the apoteket when we're in town tomorrow and pick up a hot water bottle.
ND: Do they have the plushie kind?
DD: I doubt it. Probably just the plain rubber ones.
ND: But those aren't as nice. I won't use it as much.
DD: It's not for you!
ND: Why can't it be for both of us?
DD: The plushie ones are much more expensive and we'd probably have to order it online somewhere. We can just get a normal one and pick up a plushie from Myrona.
ND: *look of horror*
DD: What? We can just replace the stuffing with the water bottle.
ND: *shocked and appalled* You, Sir, have crossed a line!
DD: It's just a plushie!
ND: No! Besides it wouldn't work. How would you fill it up?
DD: *mischevious grin* Just remove the head. We can sew a face on the belly.
ND: You're sick.
DD: It could still be cute! Little button eyes?
ND: *leaves room*

Dreams Come True

On a drive throught the countryside last night, we spontaneously pulled over and hopped out for NightDaddy to take some artsy pictures of a flooded country road. 

The snapshot above was taken by me with my dinky little camera. The challenge with having a professional photographer in the family is that moments of your life can be transformed into incredible works of art, however, you never get those inconsequential "hey, remember this from when we...?" snapshots. I realized a while back that if I want those scrapbook shots, I've gotta grab them myself. NightDaddy, The Photographer, is still working out his relationship with my pocket-size Casio :P

I jogged back to the car last night to grab my camera because someday I wanted to share that moment with our little Piggelin. I'm so fucking proud of NightDaddy's career as an artist! It's not an easy one, but he's passionate and he never gives up. I want to have that fuzzy, roadside momento of her daddies sitting in a tree in a flooded field to show her and say "Look, this is when you were in DayDaddy's belly! And this is NightDaddy seizing the moment!" And I hope that she feels inspired to live her own dreams the way her daddies do. 

/DD

Lions

You know you're a family when everybody gets ill together!

Yesterday sucked.

The Daddies spent the day in bed with miserable colds. However, there was a silver lining! Not commuting in to work monday morning, meant immediate indulgence in this week's episode of Game of Thrones! Our second date ever was meeting up to watch GoT together. It's kind of this thing we do. And it's awesome.

(This is the part where I tell you, we're both avid fans of the books as well, but where I don't tell you that NightDaddy started reading the 4th book after the 1st book on accident and didn't realize until half way through. Thus, effectively ruining every surprise/cliff-hanger/fake death in books 2 and 3. I would never share that horrifically embarrassing story on the internet. Not me. No, Sir.)

At some point a few days ago, I had the bright idea that we should give our little Piggelin* the middlename "Leona" if she comes early because she'd be a Leo. NightDaddy was not amused. I'm pretty sure there was eye-rolling. Maybe even a lip twitch.

Then lo and behold, in the middle of a pee break during season 3 episode 3:

"What about Piggelin Lannister? You know, if she comes early."

/DD


*Piggelin does actually have a proper first name by now. We're just not telling you. I know. We're assholes. 

Spring Bump Exchange!

The internet can be so freakin' fun sometimes! 

Confession: Both NightDaddy and I are Redditors. It was one of the first things we found out we had in common. I believe at some point around date 2 or 3, one of us was trying to impress the other with some obscure current event and the other was like "Dude, I saw that on Reddit too." 

One day during the the trying to conceive period between the loss of our first pregnancy and our little Piggelin coming to be, I discovered the subreddit, BabyBumps, which is hands down, the friendliest, most inclusive, bestest bestest pregnancy forum on the interwebs! 

Being the first pregnant person in my close circle of friends, I don't want to be that guy. You know, the one who:

Whinges about his pregnancy: Ewww, I'm getting fat and gross and disgusting and no one is ever going to think I'm sexy ever agaaaaaaaaaain ;_:

Freaks out about every twinge or headache: OMG my head! Is it possible to get Pre-Eclampsia in the first trimester?!?!? What if I actually have a brain tumor and it goes undiagnosed because they think it's a pregnancy sypmtom?!?!?

And talks incessently about baby crap: Oooooo check out this cool bottle thingy that let's you feed hands-free!

Because let's be honest here. They love me. But they don't love me that much. And I love them too much to do that to them.

Thus: /r/BabyBumps to the rescue!

I just participated in my first ever internet gift exchange; The BabyBumps Spring Gift Exchange. Through a moderator orchestrated endeavor; I sent a pregnant person some baby stuff and some other pregnant person sent me some baby stuff. Check out the baby stuff I got! She even included some super cute hand-me-downs that a friend had given to her, but since she's due in July someplace hot, she figured they would be more suited to our little Piggelin who is due in September in Sweden, where it is April 13th and I am still watching snow fall outside my window.

And she sent a pacifier that says "I <3 Daddy." 

*sniff*

This woman wins at life :)

/DD

We've Been Practicing

YouTube tutorials on how the hell to put these things on a baby have been ridiculously helpful. Unfortunately, the so-called "complicated" diapering systems, like the prefold+cover pictured on Teddy here are frequently described as "not daddy friendly" as opposed to the All-in-Ones which are obnoxiously labeled "Daddy Friendly Diapers." 

Not that we'll be bragging about our mad teddybear diapering skillz at the gay bar anytime soon, but ,yeah, we've totally got this. 

/ND&DD

Lördagsgodis

Today's exchange on the train:

DD: So a friend of mine told her son when he was 3 that "sweeties" were raisins. So when he would ask his mom if he could have sweeties, he got a tiny fistfull of dried grapes. Parenting Win, right?

ND: I don't know if I'm comfortable lying to our child or tricking her into doing appropriate or healthy things. Why can't we just tell her that sweeties aren't healthy?

DD: She's 3. She's not going to understand that.

ND: Okay. How about "You can't have sweeties because sweeties are bad for you and we love you?"

DD: And when she asks why her friend Jonas gets to have sweeties?

ND: Because Jonas' parents don't love him?

DD: -.-

       So what are we going to call raisins in our house?

ND: Sweeties.

/ND