Super Gay Uncle Tuesday

images.jpgOkay, people. The day has arrived. The book is in stores, and so the media blitz begins. Watch for ads on TV, radio, newspapers, bus shelters, and (in cities with clear weather today) sky writing! Oh, and be sure to check out the promotional Gay Uncle piñatas they’re installing–along with a bin in which to burn the book–at Christian Living Stores nationwide! Why all the promotion? To get you to BUY THE BOOK. It’s just a click away.

Threesie, Twosie, Onesie…T-SHIRT CONTEST

loveuncle_l.jpgIn preparation for Super Gay Uncle Tuesday (GUG’s pub-date: March 04, 2008) the Gay Uncle has been working with his marketing and publicity people to create compelling promotional items. His requests for posters, fliers, business cards, e-vites, and a royal purple sash have been fulfilled (though his bejeweled tiara and scepter combo is still “awaiting approval.”) G.U. discussed these items with his lovely and insightful editor H- over drinks in Midtown the other night. “I saw a onesie that read I Love My Gay Uncle in a gift store in Chelsea last week,” she said. “Maybe we could do something like that, but for adults?” “An adult-sized onesie…?” Gunc responded, suddenly finding H- compellingly kinkier than he’d previously suspected. “No.  T-shirts. We could make kids’ ones too.” G.U. considered this. He was not sure any child would want said message on their clothing once they–or their peers–were old enough to read. But he figured, why not?  So for his first interactive B.L.o.G. feature, he’s now hosting a Gay Uncle T-Shirt Design Contest right here on this site. Post your suggestions in the COMMENTS below. First (and/or best) idea wins an autographed copy of the book, a free shirt, and the bowl full of pennies his boyfriend Tal has been collecting for the past 12 years.

Sleep Sickness

baby-sleeping.jpgThe New York Times ran an article in the Dining section today about a couple learning to cook silently so as not to wake up their baby. The Gay Uncle supports the idea of kids being allowed to sleep. Without it, they become cranky and irritable. And after being deprived for a few days, they start to hallucinate, which makes them super-whiny, and is really hard on their tender brains. But G.U. also fears that the behaviors described in the article reflect a problematic issue in contemporary child-rearing. He feels that children should learn to adjust to normal adult noises and sleep through them, and they can’t accomplish this if the adults around them are always tiptoeing through the eggshells. He’s not asking that babies be expected to slumber through a Bad Brains show in your crowded basement, or the the three disc set of the original Battlestar Gallactica series played at volume 9 on your new surround sound home entertainment system. Just typical human behavior–chatting, drunkenly knocking into the furniture…cooking. The parents G.U. knows who lived their life normally when their child was a newborn now have kids who sleep through arguments, parties, and even the noisy clatter of pasta making. While baby’s nightly sleep and normal adult time are both important, they are not mutually exclusive. Take a long-term perspective. After all, your kid is going to be around for a while and the patterns you set up early on will carve out the neural pathways they’ll use for their entire life.

Dairy Queens

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Moving directly from the frigid depths of winter, to the balmy breezes of the Florida Keys, The Gay Uncle received a missive from his sister Roxy early this morning, describing an example of P.P.A. (Poor Parenting Activity) at the local Dairy Queen. Apparently one of the many diva-moms down in Key West very pointedly used her bratty child’s whining to solicit a line-cut from an ear-drummed patron, and–as if taking cut-sies wasn’t bad enough–she then appropriated the last of the cotton-candy flavored sprinkles. The Gay Uncle’s well-behaved niece Amber, who was waiting patiently for said topping, was disappointed. Now, giving in to whining is a big G.U. no-no (see Whining in the book’s Appendix). But, perhaps more importantly, any improper ice-cream-related behavior is heinously outré in a tropical climate. Sensing that they’d been doubly wronged, sis Roxy rolled her eyes at Diva-Mom and leaned down to niece Amber. “Uncle Brett would have a field day with this,” she said. Amber nodded, then squinted at her mother. “Mama, what’s a field day?”

Snow Balls

snowball.jpeg It’s snowing like mad in New York, which reminds the Gay Uncle of the glories of winter in the city, and particularly of the joys of winter with kids. For the record, G.U. is wholeheartedly in favor of allowing kids to throw snowballs. Little in life is more satisfying. (Except, perhaps, throwing water balloons.) But, like most everything else, snow throws come with rules 1) The throw-ee must agree to be a target; and, 2) The throw-er must aim for the area below the face. Of course, snowy day reminiscences remind Gunc of the fact that there are only two real seasons in the pre-school calendar: layers, and sunscreen; the application of either of which took up a good portion of each day. His memory is that the glories of the outdoors far outweighed this. But he’ll be hosting a reunion of his pre-school students–many of whom are now super-cool teenage musicians, artists, and political activists–in a few weeks, and will be sure to ask them if their memories coincide.

Food Fight!

foodfight.jpg The Gay Uncle heard a good one today in the category of Food-Related-Insanity.

A close friend was visiting another friend around mealtime, and was horrified (and secretly titillated) to hear her peer deliver three contradictory food messages all bundled up at once. The host friend’s two year-old daughter was sitting down to eat dinner, and wasn’t doing as good a job with her meal as mommy wanted (whatever that means) and after a few rounds of useless cajoling (have you ever tried to make an animal eat? It doesn’t really work.) the mom stood over her and delivered the cluster bomb, “If you don’t eat more of those chicken fingers, I’m going to give you a time-out. Plus you won’t get the treat I have for you in the freezer. And I don’t understand why don’t you eat well for me? I saw you eating for daddy earlier.” Now, parents have a duty to provide nourishment for their kids, and clearly there’s some innate evolutionary tie between doing so and one’s sense of worth as a parent. But kids receive enough confounding food messages already, and folks just confuse them further if food is used as a means to an end (or a source of parental competition!) Unless your child is suffering from overt signs of malnourishment–weight loss, weakness, palpitations, diarrhea–just follow the Gay Uncle’s three simple rules:

  1. Provide sensible portions of a balanced group of foods
  2. Distribute these foods at a regular and routinized number of intervals each day
  3. Stand Down! Avoid using food as a bribe, punishment, reward, or weapon

Roxy

nametag.gif The Gay Uncle now finds himself in Key West, Florida, where his mother, nieces, common-law brother-in-law, and once-again hugely pregnant sister live. The rest of his family was headed down for the weekend. Having arranged their visits for a week or so after the due date, the idea was for Roxy to have already given birth, and for the broodas laid out in the book (Chapter 10 Put Turkey Baby Back: New Siblings)to celebrate the joyous event with niece Amber, and common-law nieces Faye, and Lucia (none of whom were 100% thrilled at having to further share their parents with yet another girl) by holding a Big Sister party. As of this writing, the baby remains firmly on the inside, which puts G.U. at risk of having to witness a birthsomething he saw once in Ambers birth video, and which, frankly, he hopes to NEVER have to see again. But it also provides him with more quality and undistracted time with sister Roxy, who he adores. Continue reading “Roxy”

Prediction Chart

img_0989_chart.jpg While waiting for his new niece to make her way down Sis’ yellow-brick birth canal, the Gay Uncle engaged his existing relatives, young and old, in a little game of let’s predict: an old tactic he used to use as a classroom teacher when one of his students was awaiting a new addition to their family. They came up with a whole bunch of standard guessing categories, like how much the baby would weigh, what time she’d be born, what color her eyes would be, and whether or not she’d have hair. But, being a non-traditional family, the Uncles also came up with other less traditional areas of exploration, such as the nature of her earlobes (attached or unattached), how many suckles she’d take when first latching on to the boob, and whether or not her mother would poop on the delivery table (and, if so, what consistency the poop would be: greasy, runny, watery, pebbles, candy bar, etc.) Answers to be revealed in a future post. Continue reading “Prediction Chart”

L.A. Story

The Gay Uncle is on the road this month. First stop, L.A.! Its much more difficult to catch a glimpse of parents in Los Angeles (as compared to G.U.’s home town of New York) because there is no one out there pushing strollers and acting stupid right on the sidewalk. In fact, there is often no one on the sidewalk at all. Or no sidewalks. And people look at you funny if you pull up alongside them in your rental car and try to get them to roll down their windows so you can hear the dumb or cruel things theyre shouting at their kids in the back seat. Luckily, Gunc knows a bunch of folks out here, who invite him into their homes to allow for unwitting observation. Best of all, his friends (and perpetual parental whipping posts) Kate and Dylan have transplanted themselves to the west coast. They seem much happier here, with plenty of space for the kids to run around in. But, since everyone’s private insanities reside in their brain, we all take our craziness with us wherever we go. Continue reading “L.A. Story”

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