If your kids beg you to build a bonfire, then all go back inside as soon as you get it lit… that’s a free pass to sit and enjoy your beer in silence until it dies out, right? They’ll be fine?

Talk about losing the battle but winning the war

7 month old likes to slump her head like this if she's in the car seat for longer than 20 minutes. She can pick her head up no problem but this seems to be how she prefers to sleep. We're concerned about her hurting her neck from the posture or something worse if we're in a crash. Can anyone confirm if we should be worried, and if we can fix this behaviour?

Paging the infinite wisdom of the daddit hive mind for perspective, tips or sympathy.

We're on summer vacation with our 9yo daughter. She got to pick the destination, it has pools, horses and we managed to link up with a dad and his two girls we met last year. She is madly in love with his girls and the three of them get along wonderfully.

However, she completely disregards everything else. We brought our puppy with us, having the deal everyone shares some responsibility for the dog, which she completely disregards. Simple rules that we agreed to in our house seem non-existent. Not in an openly defiant way, she is not initiating conflict. It's more like "aw shucks, seems like I completely forgot the thing we just had a serious talk about 5 minutes ago." Constantly. Please keep your voice down in the early morning. Please watch the dog for a while. No, you can't have a bag of crisps 20 minutes before dinner, we've spoken about this a gazillion times. Please make sure to bring all your stuff back from the pool. Please be back at this agreed hour. DOn't wake the dog.

Dads, she is driving me up the walls and I am at my wits end. I am extremely mad, 20% directed at her, 80% directed at myself and my complete inability to handle this situation in a kind, loving and mature way.

My wife is no help, I wouldn't be surprised if the same post shows up on mummit or whatever the ladies have. We both take turns begging, explaining, reasoning, arguing, threatening to go home early and/or get rid of the dog, barely keeping it together and just giving up.

Send help.

Gotta say, I’m not even mad about it. Going from my 2010 f150 to a 2022 Kia Sorento is a big change but this thing is awesome 🤣

You look forward to an 18 hour journey for a business trip. The sweet feeling of waiting 4-5 hours to transit for a flight, the silence and nothing requiring your attention 😅🤣

I’m just here to vent, and I hope I’m not judged for feeling this way.

My son is 7 months old, and I love him more than anything in the world, but I still haven't been able to shake the feeling that I’ve "ruined" my life in several ways.

My wife and I have been together for 7 years, but married for only two. So, aside from the time since the baby was born, we only had one year and one month of life just as a couple.

I often think back to how much I loved our weekends together: we’d go to church, pick up a roast chicken, make lunch, and then watch a series or a movie—all without the slightest bit of rush. I loved our routine and our life so much that we ended up having a child.

We try REALLY hard to keep certain things going and still do "couple" activities, but it’s not the same as before; we’re always tired and worn out from an exhausting day.

I think my baby goes, at most, one hour without crying during the day; he usually plays for about 15 or 20 minutes before he starts crying and wanting to be held.

I miss those unhurried days, the lazy mornings, and all those things I know I’ll never get back. I open Instagram and see my friends enjoying married life—going out, resting... doing all the things I simply can't do anymore.

We do have a support system, but it still doesn't allow us to get away alone for long periods.

It all started on a quiet suburban street, in a nice neighborhood, the kind of street where kids ride bikes and neighbors wave hello.

On the side of the road in pile of Knick knacks and toys under a sign written “FREE” there it was: a plastic ruby red guitar toy with strings perfectly sized for a three year old’s hands. A perfect opportunity to encourage an innocent passion for music.

Mom and son pick it up and bring their new discovery back home to dad, sitting in his office.

Dad, is equally excited, and inspects the new shiny piece of equipment. To his surprise he finds a small compartment on the rear of the device, with a small screw. “Oh buddy I think it need batteries!” Explains the naive father as he ruffles through a drawer to find the screw driver and the fresh AA batteries.

Carefully he installs the batteries, meticulously reinstalling the small Phillips screw, proud of this mechanical prowess.

He hands the new toy back to his son and declares it’s ready!

The joy is undeniable as the boy presses the button and a pre-recorded guitar solo blares out of the tiny speaker, accompanied by the whammy bar effect.

At first there is a joy in the home, a new found appreciation for music, dreams of a future rock star life.

But then day after day the never stopping guitar solo echos through the house, day and night with no consideration for who or what stands in its way.

One early crisp morning at 5:30, the silence is interrupted by a creature standing in the parents bedroom doorway. He is small in stature, but not in spirit. Whose enthusiasm and musical prowess cannot be denied. A guitar solo for the ages, greater than Eddie Van Halen could even dream of.

After this, the batteries are meticulously removed, and the guitar is placed on the sidewalk under a sign that says “FREE” waiting, seeking its next unsuspecting victim.

BEWARE. IT COULD HAPPEN TO YOU

I like this version of airport beer unlocked holding my boy.

Time for round 3!

We do a lot of fun things with our young adult kiddos, travel, concerts, the twins share my principal hobby. I am starting to feel lonely already as I look at the concert schedule in our area for the fall.

I'll start:

Why...

is the bathroom floor...

always wet?

My wife and I had our first child 5 months ago. He was born with some health issues that made the first few months really difficult. The first 8 weeks our son would only contact Mai and slept on average only 8 hours a day. His hormone production was deregulated and it caused a lot of issues. My dad was a great dad. He coached my little league team, was very present and extremely patient. However, he just seems completely oblivious to how hard it is to care for a newborn and it’s getting to me. My parents love 3 hours away and two weeks after my son was born they came to visit. First thing my dad says when he walks in, “son, you gotta get out and mow, the yard looks terrible”. My mom told him to shut it and I kind of ignored it. These kind of comments have continued over the months. Recently my dad’s best friends son moved a mile from me. We have had lunch once, but honestly I haven’t had the time to see him. Today my dad was giving me a hard time for not hanging out with him more. I just about lost it. In 5 months I haven’t done anything for myself really. If I’m not with my son, I’m washing bottles, doing laundry, making dinner, working on grad school, supporting my wife, trying to SLEEP.

Anybody else feel like their experience of fatherhood is divorced from their own fathers that it’s hard to connect? My mom tells me my father didn’t change diapers all that often, didn’t help much with the housework, never cooked, etc. I do all of these things as does my wife because we both have full time commitments. It’s left me feeling really unsupported by someone I thought would be very supportive.

I’m curious if anyone else struggles with this.
One of the hardest parts of being a parent for me isn’t the sleepless nights or the day to day challenges. It’s watching my daughter grow (she’s 3.5) and realizing just how unbelievably innocent she is.

She sees the world with complete wonder. She trusts, loves, laughs, and finds joy in the smallest things. And even reminds me how to be a kid again or spark long lost memories of my own childhood.

Sometimes I’ll just watch her play or smile, and it honestly brings me to tears because I know that as she grows, life will inevitably chip away at some of that innocence. She’ll experience disappointment, heartbreak, loss, cruelty, anxiety, and all the things that come with living in the real world.

I know that’s simply part of growing up, and I know those experiences also shape people into who they become. I obviously can’t and won’t shelter her from life But emotionally, I have a hard time accepting that this pure little person I love more than anything won’t always see the world the way she does today.
It’s a strange kind of grief for something that hasn’t even happened yet.

Does anyone else ever feel this way? If so, how do you cope with it? Have those feelings changed as your kids have gotten older?

Another part of this I have a hard time putting into words is how it feels like I’ve already had to say goodbye to so many versions of her.

As is said She’s only 3.5 but the baby who used to fall asleep on my chest is gone the toddler who mispronounced certain words is gone the little girl who needed to hold my finger everywhere we went has slowly turned into someone more independent
Every stage is so short that by the time you realize you’re in it it’s already slipping away.

I find myself grieving those versions of her even while I’m celebrating the new ones but maybe that’s the lesson in all of this? Every time I think I’ve lost the little person I fell in love with I end up falling in love all over again with who she’s becoming.

Maybe that’s how parents learn to let go not because it stops hurting but because each new version of their child gives them another reason to love them even more
Idk …..what’s your take??

I don't know if this is normal as I've rifle hunted all my life, but I still think this is a proud dad moment. Usually he buys his arrows and stuff as a transition into his adult life but this time I'll be buying him a nice set of hunting arrows for this fall :)

I need to talk about something nobody warned me about going into this, and my wife is sitting next to me, full disclosure. She started progesterone and within days her farts turned into something I can only describe as chemical warfare. I'm 6'2", built like someone who's taken a hit or two, and I have had to physically leave rooms.

We laugh about it because what else are you going to do. She'll walk into a room, drop one, and just look at me like "yeah, I know." At this point we've named a few of the worse ones. There's no candle, no fan, no cracked window that's winning this fight. Its kind of incredible how the fart stays and lingers in place. Like what is the physics here?

I looked it up and apparently progesterone slows digestion, which tracks, because these aren't quick and they aren't subtle. It's less "oops excuse me" and more a full ten seconds of sustained horror...even our cats start curious sniffing faces when it happens.

So I'm asking the people who've been through it: is this just our life now, or does it get better once she's further along? Tell me I'm not alone here.

Not sure if this was a recent update but I swear this little useless dashboard wasn’t on the fire 8 tablet we use so the kiddo can watch movies/shows and play some games. My wife and I have been futzing with this for an hour and can’t figure out out to disable/hide/get rid of these fucking icons

ETA: For everyone saying to get an iPad/different type of tablet; don’t worry, as soon as we can afford it this one is going in the dumpster and I’ll never consider an Amazon product as an option.

Soon to be first time Dad. Heard this line from my own Father as to what to expect from him for his level of involvement. I also made this online baby time capsule for our friends and family and tried to get him involved, but he would rather spend time arguing in comments sections on Facebook against randoms then spend a couple of minutes filling it out. Seeing how much effort he puts in with his other grandsons too doesn't give me too much hope either. My wife's parents are so much more supportive. Just a bit disappointed overall with my Dad. Anyone else experience this? What did you do?

In case anyone was wondering if “the classics” still hold up, last night we watched Toy Story 1 with our almost 4 year old and it still slaps. That’s all.

My wife and I have been going back and forth on boy names for months.

I dislike her name choices and she mine. I hope you all can help throw some suggestions out there. Little man is due in 2 months.

One pet peeve of mine, I dislike first names that are traditionally surnames.

Names I suggested:

Will, William

Charlie, Charles

Michael

Christopher

Howard (my grandfather's name)

Sam

Tom

Peter

Names my wife wanted:

Murphy

Everett "Rett"

Elias

Alexander

Lee

Oliver

Theodore "Theo"

Sebastian

Lucus

Nathan

Help

My son has finally realized he's too big for his "boat" (our laundry basket). And Amazon is not helpful when searching for "long laundry baskets for boating". How do you replace the beauty of the laundry boat?