I have had a fascination with tuxedo T-shirts since I got married. Okay, I will admit, it is more of an obsession, but let me explain.

When Chris and I got married, we decided that some marriage traditions were just stupid and we were going to do it our way. Somehow we came up with a lesser toured island called Water Island on the Virgin Islands as the place to do it. My brother-in-law, Tom, officiated the ceremony. We paid him in drinks. He did a pretty good job, and he got his reward in full.

I told Chris that I always thought it would be neat to get married in a tuxedo T-shirt. Without a blink or bat of the eye, she agreed. I was pretty sure that I picked the right one, but her reaction showed me that I would have no regrets. That was to be my attire.

Up to this point I had never gotten around to owning a tuxedo T-shirt, but had always admired those who had them. I guess the reason they appeal to me is because of what they represent. You can be classy all the time and ready to party all the time as well.

Since then my tuxedo T-shirt collection has grown quite extensively. I have the blue one that I am wearing today. But I also have a purple one for that kind of a night. I of course have the one I was married in. I have added several black ones with various styles and configurations including an 8-bit one and a more relaxed one that has the tie undone.

I do not know why I became so obsessed with these tuxedo T-shirts. Sure the message is clear, and I like that. I want to be classy relaxed all the time. I feel good when I wear one though.

You know, I bet I figured out why they make me feel so good. It must be because I was wearing one on the best day of my life.

Today I finally broke down and did it. I cooked a frozen pizza on the grill.

I put it on a piece of aluminum foil so that the ingredients would not fall through the rack. Since it is pretty close to the flame, I went with 100º less than the oven instructions. I would say that one could safely go maybe 150º below since I had a slight amount of burnt crust. Nothing inedible though. I also went with the low end on the time.

It turned out pretty good. I will experiment further to find the sweet spot, but I am pretty impressed with my guesswork this time around.

Sometimes when my mom sees how involved I am with taking care of my kids, she will say something to my dad about how he did not change the diapers, or something along those lines, when my brother and I were babies.

My dad was the breadwinner of our family, so naturally he did not do as much of the dirty work with parenting as my mother did. Sometimes though, I think she does not give him enough credit. I have no memory and no idea about who changed all the diapers, but I do have photographic evidence that my dad was an active and involved dad.

In this picture, my dad, Patrick James Augustine, is feeding me. I am, according to the back of the picture, nine months old here. Not too far from the age that Tsunami is currently.

I have plenty of other photographic evidence that my dad was involved in my brother and my childhood as well, but not even this picture is needed in reality.

There is no way that I would be near the dad I am today without him. He showed me a lot of things that I did not even realize I took in until I became a dad. Every time that I go out hiking on some trail with Jupiter and Tsunami, I think of many things that my dad taught me and my brother when he took us out to discover nature. On a daily basis, there are so many little things that I remember my dad doing for me as I am doing for them my kids.

His interest in astronomy is one gift that he gave me that I now happily share with Jupiter and hope to someday with Tsunami. I can remember the first time I saw an eclipse and he started taking basketballs, baseballs, and soccer balls out to help explain what was going on. He really took the time to make sure I was getting what he was saying. I appreciated that.

I do not think that my dad reads my blog, but I hope he has a good Father’s Day, because if anyone has earned it, he has.

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I snapped this photo of Jupiter the other day at Suson Park.

It was a fun day. Chris had told me about a “Farm Fun Friday” which was going on that day and included a hayrack ride. Jupiter loves hayrack rides, or “tractor rides” as he calls them. It was a great idea. We both enjoyed it. There were also a lot of farm animals to see, which are featured there every day, so we will likely go back.

In this photo, he is bored and waiting for the tractor to come back so that we could get on the hayrack. I was not thinking about it when I took it, but later something about it reminded me of the Smashing Pumpkins music video for their song 1979. After looking at the Wikipedia article on the song, I realized it must be the look of boredom and loneliness.

From Wikipedia:

The video follows a day in the life of disaffected suburban teenagers driving around in a Dodge Charger. It is based on a concept Corgan created, featuring an idealized version of teenage life, while also trying to capture the feeling of being bored as a teenager.

While Jupiter is far from being a teenager (although his sense of entitlement sometimes says otherwise), he knows that sometimes to get to the exciting tractor ride, you have to wait through a painful boring and sometimes lonely period.

I have been reflecting on this idea a bit lately myself. Sometimes the members of my family have a lot of personal stuff that they need to take care of. Things that will help us all out in the long run. Sometimes I need to remember to be a little more patient and relax. Sometimes I need to remember to take advantage of these moments to think about and do things which work on my own personal life. Things which will also be advantageous to all of us in the long run if I take time to work on them.

I really like this picture.

One of the many things that I admire about Chris is that she does a better job keeping a balance of things in her life than me. Despite everyone in her life always pressing her buttons until the letters are worn off and its all sticky, she can really power through and make things work to a point that I cannot seem to sacrifice myself to. It is because she cares a whole hell of a lot about people. She has given St. Louis a little more light at the end of it’s tunnel since moving here and the city should be happy to have her.

I wish I was able to hold it together under pressure like she can. But I am nowhere near as strong as she is in this area. A lot of times I am too aggressive when I should be more calm, or too calm when I should be more aggressive. Or too authoritarian when I need to relax and vice versa.

This is especially important in parenting. Sometimes I get too overwhelmed and I feel like I am just barking commands instead of getting input from our boys. When they do not feel like they are involved in the decision making, they get pretty worked up. Everyone gets worked up when they feel like they have no control over their situation.

Since she has been in a manager position where she works, Chris has a lot of experience with getting input from those under her. At least that was her managerial style, and I would agree that it works best. Some managers try to make all the decisions themselves and then have no one to blame but themselves when things go wrong. Working as a cooperative team is important.

At home it is a good idea to make sure children feel involved too. I know that when I do this correctly, everyone tends to be much happier. Most days I ask Jupiter where he wants to go. And if I am making plans independently because a festival, playgroup, or some other event opportunity comes up, I try to make sure to ask him if it sounds like something he would like to do before making the plan.

Obviously, at eight months old, Tsunami does not get to make too many big choices yet. But even without speaking English, Tsunami can do a pretty good job of letting me know when he is making a decision about which toy he wants or what food on his plate he wants. As long as I am paying adequate attention, which I admittedly fail at sometimes, the more developed linguistics are not all that necessary.

Of course, in any relationship this applies too. As Chris’s husband, I need to listen to her input, even about decisions that affect me more than her. It builds a stronger spousal relationship to let a significant other help you with things that you have going on. I am not saying that spouses should control one another’s actions, but that they should give each other input and acknowledge when it is given to them to the best of their ability.

I guess I would say that overall awareness of the needs of everyone in the environment around you, no matter which role you hold, in any given situation, is the best way to go. One can dictate and try to get what they want by barking orders, but it does not seem to me to go nearly as far as being open and understanding to everyone’s needs.

Hang on folks, this is going to be a long one. It is story time:

Today was just one of those days. At least the pre-nap part of the day was.

It started out okay. I woke up just a little bit before the boys. Therefore, I had a bit of time to tinker around on the computer and relax a little before getting into the frenzy of the day. It is always nice to have that, although I could have used the extra sleep as well. I typically do not get much sleep during what I am increasingly calling, “The Transition”.

The Transition is a period of time that occurs once every two weeks in our family. Perhaps I have mentioned before, Chris works a ten hour overnight shift for seven days in a row, then has a whole seven days off in a row. More specifically, The Transition is the first couple of days when she is back at work. For me, it is the hardest part.

The reason that this transitional time period is so hard for me is as follows: I have my best friend next to me going to sleep and waking up with me for seven days in a row. Furthermore, I spend most of my daytime with that friend doing a lot of fun things with her (lets not forget to mention her two fun loving sons) and enjoying each other’s company. Then, all of a sudden, the only best friend I have to sleep with (who also happens to be ‘Man’s Best Friend’) has claws, fur, and some pretty horrid breath. I am now restricted to a few measly hours to spend with my human best friend for the next seven days in a row. It is quite a shock to the system, so I get very little sleep. I think, given time, I will get used to it, but I am not there quite yet.

Back to the initial point, I was on very little sleep, yet the day started out pretty well. I started to get the boys ready for the day. At the same time, I saw Chris for a brief period while she was coming home from work and getting ready for her slumber. I played with the kids inside, then we migrated out to the backyard for awhile where I decided that brats on the grill sounded like a good idea for lunch. Jupiter agreed, and Tsunami has not leveled up to the proper social skills to get a vote yet, so it is decided that I will grill brats.

At any rate, the day was not off to a bad start.

I went to the grill to preheat it for the brats, and, to my surprise, I was out of propane. I had been grilling out a lot since the oven coupled with the dryer being in our kitchen is a recipe for unbearable heat in the house, so I really should not have been too surprised. Nevertheless, I was, and now had an additional task of going out to get propane before lunch could be made.

It did not seem like much of a task from the start. I figured I would just have to take a five minute trip to Walgreens to use the Blue Rhino exchange program. I always saw the Blue Rhino sitting outside every Walgreens and had assumed that every store participated. My assumption was far off, because I ended up going to two Walgreens which did not have Blue Rhino. The second one tried to get me to go to a third store, but at this point was tired of going to Walgreens’s only to be disappointed.

Now, it is typical of me to consult the internet before venturing out to acquire a good or service that I had not before in any particular geographic location. However, today it took the trouble of me manually being disappointed by two Walgreens and a BP gas station before I thought to use the web browser in my pocket to its fullest capacity. I blame, without certainty, the lack of sleep. Although, it could have been any variety of factors that put me out of character today.

After consulting the closest thing to an all powerful and knowing force that this atheist has access to, I found that an Ace Hardware near my house filled propane bottles. As I was already at least an hour into looking for propane, I was starting to regret skipping Pickles Wednesday (a deli in Central West End that we frequent on Wednesdays) so that the boys could get a better chance at catching up on sleep. So off to Ace we went.

I cannot really find anything bad to say about Ace Hardware. They usually have anything I can expect from a hardware store and more. In the event they do not, they can always accurately direct me to a place that I can get what I need, but even that is rarely necessary. I think that perhaps Ace is still run like a small family business instead of a large faceless corporation, and that is why, as they say, “Ace is the Place”. I really have no knowledge of Ace’s history, but you can always tell the difference between a business driven by human interest as opposed to the primary interest of profit. Walgreens used to be a store like that.

We went in to pay for the propane fill before going over to the propane station on the outside of the store. In line with the kind of day it was turning into, Jupiter, who is always excited to go to Ace because of the free popcorn that is always at the front door, spilled his popcorn all over the parking lot. This, understandably, upset him greatly. I know, if I were three years old and had just gotten all excited about my favorite free helping of popcorn and spilled it all out, I would be upset as well.

It was at this point that I asked Jupiter if his story pick for today’s nap would be Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. He agreed that some days were like that, but would later forget our intention to read it in exchange for one of his many Curious George books.

bag of popcornSeeing as time was getting short and the boys were getting tired, instead of doing what a father-of-the-year would do, and go get more popcorn, I told him that we would replace the popcorn sized hole in his stomach with some of the popcorn that his mother had bought from a co-worker and brought home earlier in the morning.

I had thought that I had heard the person, who sold the propane to me, say that I had to drive down a lot to get to the propane station. Well today, they were stacking some mulch and had the driving lot I was supposed to take blocked off by some lifting equipment. To make a longish story shorter, I ended up circling the block and then driving down a couple of blocks (where we discovered a, previously unknown about, playground) all to end up parking back where we started.

The propane guy happily apologized for my unnecessary joyride, which was none of his fault, mostly circumstantial, and my fault if anything. Then carried my propane tank from my car, to the station, filled it, and put it back in my hatchback without me having to get out of the driver’s seat at all.

Finally we were at home with a full tank of propane and a grill with brats on it. Things were starting to look up. I ventured out in the backyard with Jupiter to see if any mulberries were ripe for a side. Unfortunately, there were no ripe mulberries. Luckily we still had popcorn for a side.

In the meantime I had left the brats on the grill for quite a while. It was high time I took them off.

burnt grilled bratsBy the time I got to the grill, a couple of the brats were on fire, one had exploded, and the rest were definitely done. As it turned out, I did not do too bad of a job on the brats as all three of us agreed they were delicious.

Finally, we did get to nap time and, by then, everyone was exhausted. This was good because after two days of fighting naps and thus eliminating any chance to get to the pool before it closed, Jupiter would finally get the opportunity to check out the Kirkwood Aquatic Center.

The Kirkwood Aquatic Center is a very nice pool located in Kirkwood park not far from us. Chris was even awake to help us discover it. But the details of the pool shall have to wait for a later post because this one has already gotten long winded, today has turned into yesterday, and I should get some of that aforementioned sleep that I sparingly get. I can assure that it was a refreshing experience and not the worst way to spend the few moments of time we have with Chris before she is off to the job.

In conclusion, I think today was a day for the books. Not because it was way too frustrating, which it was. But, despite its ups and downs, it was another day that I got to spend time with the most important people in my life and watch the little ones develop. It all makes me feel lucky to be me.

A couple of weekends ago, Chris, the boys, and I, met up with her cousin and his family at Six Flags. I had never met this cousin of Chris’s before and it had been years since she last saw him, but both of our families had recently moved to Missouri. He had mentioned on Facebook that he and his family sometimes sought refuge from the small town they live in at Six Flags near St. Louis. I commented that perhaps I need to take Chris and my boys there sometime soon, to which he suggested we meet his family there.

It turned out to be a great idea. We took turns with watching kids and going on rides that Tsunami and their littlest were too young to ride. Chris and I even took the chance to get one rollercoaster’s worth of alone time while we rode the American Thunder and we returned the favor for them.

It was a Sunday so the park was not too busy. Most lines were less than fifteen minutes to get on. By mid afternoon, however, a storm was starting to roll in so those of us in line for the Xcalibur got sent away as they shut it down due to weather. At that point we all split ways and went home.

That night was the annular solar eclipse in which Earth’s moon was supposed to cover the Sun and produce a ‘ring of fire’ effect. Chris was very excited by this event as she called it, “a rare opportunity in our lifetime,” but was very disappointed when the clouds from the previously mentioned rainstorm covered the sight in the St. Louis area.

Luckily for us we got to experience it in some ways anyhow as everyone and their dog were taking pictures of the solar sunset all across world. My dad sent her a picture that features the shadow of the eclipse from his view point, which you can see to the left. The video below is from her friend Ricky and there were also plenty of pictures from both our friends and family on Facebook. So, although we missed the actual event, there was some enjoyment to be had photographically.

All in all it was a fun Sunday evening, complete with Jen’s lasagna we had for our family supper, which usually happens at their place near Tower Grove on Sunday evenings just so our two families can catch up.

Before his nap today, Jupiter picked out Man Gave Names to All the Animals, written by Bob Dylan and Illustrated by Jim Arnosky, as his story.

This is a book we picked up at the Kirkwood Public Library the other day. I normally let Jupiter choose some books from the shelves, but on this occasion he had already put his full attention into the dollhouse and a new friend he found who was playing with the dolls as well. Instead I, being keen to his storybook tastes, went ahead and picked out a few that I thought he would enjoy.

I was in a bit of a hurry that day since it was getting close to lunch time and I had to bike back home with the boys to make their meals. Because of this, I did not even notice that Bob Dylan was the author until just before reading it to him this afternoon.

The words are the lyrics to the famous Bob Dylan song of the same name. Arnosky’s introduction mentions that he asked Dylan if he could paint what what he imagines when hearing the song and make a children’s book out of it, and that Dylan agreed and this is the result. It also includes a CD with the song on it so that you and your child may follow along with the song as you are reading the book if you wish.

Instead of trying to find a CD player which I have not owned for years, I pulled out my phone and opened the Spotify app to the song from Dylan’s “Slow Train Coming” album. I played the song and sang along with it to Jupiter as we turned the pages and enjoyed the painted illustrations.

The result was positive. He seemed to enjoy the lyrics and the pictures, which was no surprise since he loves a variety of animals. He laughed at my singing of the words, which I can understand as I do not regularly exercise my singing voice as dutifully as perhaps I should. Not to say I do not sing to my son regularly, I certainly do. I just do not go the extra mile of singing from my chest as Mr. Ritter often had to remind me to do when I was in Concert Choir and Boys Glee in high school. Nevertheless, I think he would be happy to know that at least some of what he taught me is getting some use as I age.

Jupiter has been taking music courses through a local community college which used various animals as an analogue for different types and lengths of notes while learning about melody and percussion at a three year old level. He told me that he already knew who Bob Dylan is, which he did not clarify whether he had learned in his class or from listening, with his mother, to her beloved Slacker Radio station that I created for her based on the artists listed as favorites on her Facebook profile.

In any event, I recommend this book for both children and adults, particularly those who are Dylan fans. It is fun to have a song to go along with the book once in awhile as a change for the ordinary reading we do.

Imagine a scenario where you are sitting in a public place where there are a lot of strangers around, such as a restaurant. You are minding your own business when one of these complete strangers comes out of seemingly nowhere and starts telling you about how cute you are, touching you, pinching your cheeks, and running their fingers through your hair. Or maybe they even start rubbing your belly. Perhaps after that, they start making assumptions about which sexual organs you have. Does this not seem like off putting and even rude behavior? Well, some people seem to think that doing these things to infant children and pregnant mothers is perfectly socially acceptable.

I can understand friends and family wanting to touch a baby and most of them have the common courtesy to ask first and get some sort of non-verbal cue from the child, such as a smile or a warm look, that it is okay. But a complete stranger in a random restaurant? I was caught off guard when a fellow restaurant patron did it to Tsunami while the boys and I were enjoying our lunch today, but next time maybe I will go over to her table and start running my fingers through their or their lunchmate’s hair and start making assumptions about their sexual organs just because I have developed a false gender bias based on hair length or curl.

It is not as if the baby, in his or her case, actually gets to have an opinion on the matter either. In fact, I think that it is part of the bigger issue which is that some people, including these cheek pinching, hair running, uninvited human touchers, do not consider an infant a person. It is as if they do not get personal rights of refrain from being poked and prodded by strangers until they have reached a certain age. And then if they are a pregnant female, they loose those rights again for their tummy. Some people, due to a sense of patriarchy, never think women get that right at all to be honest.

I mean even when I am at the most crowded music festival and I bump into the person next to me, I try to apologize for the unintended, uninvited touch even though at that point it is pretty much understood that it is bound to happen. Most people are pretty decent about it in that environment. Everyone understands that if you enter the mosh pit, you are going to get touched by sweaty dancing strange maniacs. If you are crowd surfing, you are relying on it to keep you up there surfing. Obviously some context is involved, but it seems to me that someone dining with their friends or family at a dinner table is NOT the context for random stranger touching.

A common argument against this sort of touching is germs. I am not germophobic. I think some exposure to germs helps build strong important immunity. However, when a complete stranger is involved in a public place, there is no telling where those hands have last been, or if that person is carrying an illness. I do believe in standard hand washing, just not the overboard kind where I think every surface should be sanitized as I am about to touch it. I tend to consider myself a realist in the germ department. Not too much exposure, but not too little. Somewhere in the middle. My personal bigger gripe is with the personal social space aspect.

Maybe I am being overtly sensitive about this. Maybe everyone but me thinks it is completely acceptable to go around touching, rubbing, hair brushing, and patting any person in any situation everywhere, but judging from the even a short stroll through the random parenting message board, I do not think so. So what is it? Am I crazy? Is this sort of touching okay? What do you think?

Yesterday Jupiter did a little of what I was talking about in my last post. He changed it up a little. I did not tell him about my post and he does not read very much yet, but to be honest he was the inspiration for that post.

I have shown him how to put his underwear on about a thousand times, by my count. Sure enough though, he came out of his room with his underwear on backwards as usual. At that point I said something along the lines of, “Dude! You got your underwear on backwards again. Is it a special holiday or something?”

Only this time instead of going back to his room to try it again again, he said, “Yep!”

There I was delirious and confused about what just happened. So I did the only thing a person can do. I took off my shorts and my underwear. I placed my underwear in their full and backright position. I then zipped back up, informed my friends and followers of the rule of the day, and went about my business as usual.

I have come to determine one pro and one con to backward underwear day.

The fantastic thing was that I had more room in the front. I am a boxers guy, but I would assume it may be the same for the briefs folk and the women. The underwear is usually designed to allow for more room in the tushion cushion, if you know what I mean. Honestly, I have a very flat ass. Some say I have no ass at all. So I did not mind refitting the extra space to the front. It was a little bit helpful even. In fact, without all that extra room in the back of my pants where my ass would be, if I had one, I think I was slouching less and standing straighter.

All of this was good news except for the bad thing. It is not a terrible thing, really. Mostly just an inconvenience. That is, I had no hole. In men’s underwear there is almost always a way to get the penis out without doing the extra work (because it is such an inconvenience) of pulling the elastic waist strap down. I say ‘almost always’ because, ladies, those cheapskate boxers you get us on Valentines Day which have no hole in the crouch are really annoying.

Obviously this last part only applies to the male readers. As Jupiter has yet to declare some sort of Opposite Sex Underwear Day, I am not yet aware of the nuances that come along with wearing women’s underwear. I am sure the time will come though, and on that day I will gladly inform everyone of that new holiday as well, but this one is about Backwards Underwear Day.

In conclusion, it was an interesting and educational experience. I enjoyed the extra room, but not the inconvenience. I bet if a person were to create some drawers with extra room in the front, plus the hole, it might make a buck or two. On the other hand, It could be that I just have an oddly shaped mid area and this could be a horrible business idea. Come to think of it, I am pretty sure you should not hop on your bike and go to your nearest venture capitalist with this new underwear idea. It may very well be a flop.

One thing is certain though, starting yesterday, May 24th shall from now on be considered Backwards Underwear Day. Mark it on your calendars! This thing is going to be huge!

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