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Month: January 2022

Trying to Parent like Bluey’s Dad

My daughter’s pediatrician has a television streaming non-stop in the waiting room, which puts me off a bit. But, I have been blessed with its introduction of Bluey into my life. Boy, this show is awesome for dads like me, seeking to be involved parents but lacking in great role models for modern fatherhood

Bluey is an Australian heeler dog (which I am sure is an incredibly popular breed right now), and on her show (yes, it’s a girl, which surprises many) she is found playing imaginatively with her family. Not baseball, or soccer, or just dolls, but imaginative games with multiple layers, morals, lessons, and directions. For a person as literal as I am, understanding the origins and benefits of this has been a real challenge, but is paying off.

Bluey’s dad, Bandit, is considered the star of the show by most dads, because he is the dad. And he is an awesome father figure: playing games all the time, doing laundry, changing nappies, going grocery shopping, and roughhousing. I was jealous of him, until I accepted he is a dog, a cartoon, and fictional. He carries a message of reverent masculinity. He is undoubtedly loving to his wife and children, but also rough, strong, patient, and creative. There is a sense he is growing into himself as a parent and person, which is admirable. I have been trying to incorporate his techniques into my parenting, with success. And here are a few comments on how I currently parent like Bandit:

-Make like it’s an improv show, and don’t say no. When my daughter calls me a “baby daddy”, the concept is that I am dressed as and capable like a baby, but also a dad. Weird, but I can do it for a little while.

-Bring kids on everything. We got an oil change last Saturday. My daughter loved watching the people working on cars, and is fascinated by the staircase into the dark basement. We’ll probably build an oil change shop with legos this week.

-If a task is difficult, try reframing it into something fantastical and ridiculous. Putting on snowpants became “giant worm attack”. Doesn’t make any sense, because worms are not shaped like tubes, but it got her snowpants on.

I am very curious to see how this plays out as my daughter ages, and whether her imaginative side remains. I am curious whether my ability to play imaginatively will develop as well, but hopeful that it will. I’ll probably have to watch more Bluey.

Book Review: The Dead March

The past 15 years has been a fascinating time to be an American and reflect on what “American Exceptionalism” really means. Frankly, I have no idea, but reading Peter Guardino’s, The Dead March: A History of the Mexican American War has provided me a wealth of understanding about American power and history during an often overlooked period of time, the 1840’s.

One of my favorite trilogies is the Liberation Trilogy by Rick Atkinson, which chronicles the United States ground forces liberation of North Africa, Sicily, Italy, and Western Europe in World War II. I appreciate not just their incredible style and depth, but the inclusion of the failures of Allied soldiers, their unfamiliarity with the causes of the war, and documentation of the racism which existed within American culture. It is a full picture. Despite these warts, we can understand World War II in Europe very clearly as Allied forces using their might and military to liberate lands from an oppressive, horrible, aggressive regime. The best of American values were exported to places which desired them.

As for the Mexican American War, Guardino left me believing the exact opposite. Americans exported the absolute worst of American traditions such as racism, imperialism, and conquest to people who were not welcoming these values. The premises of the war were ridiculous, and its execution was conducted by imperialist, racist, and xenophobic troops. Guardino masterfully provides a balanced perspective on this war, explaining events from the perspectives of Mexican and American soldiers and civilians.

The book’s greatest strength lies in the details of life in the age that he provides, underscoring just how different and difficult life in 19th century Mexico was. For instance, the major advantage the American military had was light artillery which could be easily maneuvered, albeit with draft animals. But it was these draft animals which fascinated me. Donkeys, horses and mules needed to be trained for military service, otherwise they would run off, carrying supplies. This training essentially involved blasting lots and lots of cannon in the vicinity of the animals, so they would get used to these explosions. This was very expensive, so the Americans were able to use “professional” draft animals, while the Mexican army could not afford this.

History is best when it is complete. I enjoyed this text because it offered a complete picture of an era I was unfamiliar with, and highly recommend it.

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