The conversation turned to the Nature Of Our Blogs. (Author's Note: Actual dialogue may be embellished for dramatic purposes.)
Beth: "You're a Daddyblogger."
Me: "How so?"
Beth: "You're a Daddy, and you Blog."
Me: "Yes, but Pet Cobra is not a DaddyBlog, IMHO (Author's note: yes, I actually said "IMHO". I say it all the time. Apparently it's a big thing on the Internets.). IMHO, a DaddyBlog's contents lean heavily towards Daddy-type stuff; the universally accepted ratio is 3:4, 4 being total array of subject matter, 3 being child-related subject matter - poop and vomit, binky addictions, grabbing onto dog's tail as if it were a wakeboard tow rope, that sort of thing. In that regard, I don't think of your blog as a Mommy Blog in the strictest sense, since you write the occasional ode to plastic sandwiches and discuss shopping and such. I write about the surfing, the rugby (Author's Note: FINALLY got to watch the Springboks/All Blacks match last night. Expecting the worst - NZ drubbing South Africa - I was treated to a fantastic match, in which Die Bokke were all over the hapless Kiwis; two-man tackles, interceptions, Bok forwards rolling over the All Blacks in the scrums, a bloody brilliant South Africa victory making them the favorites to win the Tri-Nations title this year. Back-to-back Tri-Nations titles for a team that was written off by the experts last year. Thus I lose Mommy readers and a shot at an interview with BloggingBaby.com.), the occasional political rant."
So perhaps I am neglecting my responsibility as a DaddyBlogger. I'll strive to include more anecdotes about the kid. For instance, last night we went to Red Robin for dinner. Lucas had chicken fingers with fries and ranch dressing. He likes the ranch. In fact, last night he took his fork to the dish of ranch and ate it like soup. Which is nasty.