Teddy is the plastic-faced Jim Carey of our family. His expression can change from super-happy to super-sad and back very quickly. I asked him to make some faces for me at this moment when he's six and there's still some babyfat tenderness to his cheeks. I think his face will change a lot in the next year, and this feels like the end of a phase. Of course, every day can end a phase.
The name of this blog is a political statement about fatherhood. Regardless of the progress toward gender equality that has occurred over the last several decades, one stereotype persists and may be getting worse: moms are good parents and dads are incompetent boobs who sometimes babysit. Poppycock, I say. Or an excuse for dads who would like to be viewed as numskulls so that they don't have to parent their kids. Dads are parents too, and I know some who are very good at it.
I'm neither a stay-at-home dad nor do I work full time. I work part time, and I'm the primary parent for the foreseeable future. The primary competent parent, I hope it is not presumptuous to say.