4 of 5 sick family members (and both parents) means Instacart grocery shopping. So convenient and useful for times like these!

Zoey’s squirt hockey team won their first game last night! Super fun to watch the team play so well and enjoy their hard work after 18 tough games. Zoey just missed two goals and played aggressively all game. So proud!

What’s Next?

Like many people, I woke up today in shock and still exhausted from last night’s election results. I went to bed angry and disappointed, thankfully falling asleep — probably more from sheer exhaustion than anything else — after spending a short time pondering how I will explain this to my three daughters in the morning. The three daughters that were so excited to go vote for the first female presidential candidate. The three that went to bed with an 83% chance of waking up to the first female president in US history.

This morning, they ran into my room excited to hear the news, but like many of us who witnessed it live, their hopes were dashed and confusion set in…

“If he says mean things and isn’t a good person, why did so many people vote for him?”

That was just the start. They were profoundly sad, gracing me with many hugs to help with their (and my) disappointment. I’ve been a mess ever since…

Since school drop off, I’ve spent time reflecting with other like-minded people, reading great posts like Anil Dash’s Forget “Why?”, it’s time to get to work , pondering the most bizarre and contradicting exit polls I’ve ever seen, and attempting to temper my fear since Trump really didn’t run on anything but adjectives, a wall, and locking Clinton up (and I doubt the last two will ever happen.)

We don’t know what the next couple years will bring from this government led by an extreme narcissist — and while I don’t imagine much good coming from it for anyone who isn’t a white male, I do know that we can continue down the path we started on…

That means we will continue teaching our girls about love, empathy , decency, politeness, and inclusion — giving and expecting it back in return. It means continuing to teach them to think beyond their immediate needs, when they have enough (and what enough means), to consider others less fortunate. It means continuing to work with the amazing Girl Scouts of WNY to help the poor and marginalized, whether it’s helping food pantries or marching in the Pride Parade. It means supporting local businesses that are run by or support women, minorities, people of color, and LGBT.

There’s a lot we can do to lessen the impact of a Trump presidency for future generations. The most important moment starts today. Let’s show our kids that bullies and fear don’t win in the end.

Tomorrow

#ImWithHer for them.

Tomorrow, we take our three girls to vote for President for the third time in their lifetime. The first two were for the first African American President. Tomorrow, the first female President.

The best part is they know no different. This diversity is normal to them. It’s so amazing to know that their generation is already off to a great start.

Now it’s up to us to keep setting good examples. Examples free of inequality, prejudice, hatred, abuse, degradation, and violence.

Let’s get this done.

Run Jason, Run

A few weeks ago I ran my first 5k race after “training” (read: finish about 2/3 of a couch-to-5k program) this summer. It was the Tops 5K for Roswell Park Cancer Institute and it was super inspirational to run with cancer survivors and hear so many amazing stories before the race.

For my second act, I’m running the Monster Scramble 5k in October to support the National MS Society in honor of my sister and many of our friends who have MS.

If you live in the Buffalo area, Melisa and I would love if you joined our team and ran with us! If you aren’t able, we’d appreciate any support you could give by donating to our team and the cause !

Thanks in advance!

Why I Refuse To Call My Daughter A Tomboy — Medium

A great post on feminism by Catherine Connors on Medium:

We used to call girls like Emilia ‘tomboys.’ But I hate that word, because it implies that a girl (or woman, for that matter) who does not conform to girl-coded cultural stereotypes is not only not really a girl, but somehow a kind of a boy. It tells girls (and boys, and women, and men) that there is a right way of being a girl, and a wrong way of being a girl, and if you’re the ‘wrong’ kind of girl, then actually you’re more of a boy. That’s messed up, when you think about it.

I've struggled with figuring out what I can do to support my girls as they grow up. After reading this post, I feel more confident that my wife and I are doing a good job. I particularly like this passage:

Which is why feminism is for everybody, although I didn’t say it to Emilia in exactly those terms. If feminism can be understood, in part (I don’t pretend to be able to explain it in whole, to my children or to anyone else), as a commitment to and/or belief in allowing everybody the freedom to define who they are — and to direct their life on the basis of that definition — without restriction by conventions of gender, then, yes, it’s for everybody. It’s especially for children, when you define it even partially that way, because that’s what childhood is about: discovering yourself and defining yourself. Crafting your own story about yourself, and telling that story, and then changing that story and telling it differently, and then doing the same thing again, and again, and again. Such that having access to the fullest range of possibilities — liking pink AND brown, sharks AND kittens, princesses AND pirates, ballet AND baseball — matters tremendously. The scope of who our children can be narrows or widens depending on the degree to which we do or do not challenge gender stereotypes.

My wife and I do a great job challenging gender stereotypes -- both through our roles as a married couple and as a parent/mentor to our girls. We don't limit the girls' possibilities in any way and regularly encourage them to be who they are and follow their interests. So far, so good. I imagine the pre-teen and teenage years will be a whole new challenge.

The Parent I Aspire to Be →

Taking a cue from Leo Babauta over at Zen Habits:

It’s nearly Father’s Day, and that always causes me to reflect on what kind of father I am. I think I’m pretty decent, though I’m not where I’d like to be.

Leo's list is pretty great. For me, I aspire to:

  1. Be slower to anger and frustration.
  2. Be less critical of mistakes.
  3. Be less concerned about their future and more concerned with the present moment.
  4. Inspire them to be passionate about the things they like, but have less expectations of the path they take to find and use those passions.
  5. Inspire them to be honest, courageous, empathetic, and vulnerable to experience life and relationships in the best way possible.

I have a lot to learn about each of these, but I also have four (including my wife) great teachers to help me along the way.

Permission to Let Go - The Minimalists →

Great, quotable post over at The Minimalists:

Like your stuff? Keep it!
Find value in that wardrobe teeming with unworn clothes?
That closet brimming with mismatched bath towels?
That basement abound with un-played-with toys?
That garage stuffed with collections of trinkets?
That shelf overrun by dusty DVDs, CDs, VHS tapes?
Great!
Hold tighter if you feel so inclined. Permission granted.
You have permission to keep anything that adds value to your life.
And you have permission to keep anything that doesn’t.
But you also have permission to let go.
You have permission to clear the clutter.
You have permission to remove the excess—the clothes you don’t wear, the junk you don’t use, the things you hold on to just in case—and focus on what’s truly important to you: health, relationships, passions.

Step one is selling the records I don't listen to any longer...