The Good Life – September-October 2018
Featuring Barber Wil Dort. Local Hero - Patriot Assistance Dogs, Having a Beer with the founders of Drekker Brewing Company, Mr. Full-Time Dad and more in Fargo Moorhead's only men's magazine.
Featuring Barber Wil Dort. Local Hero - Patriot Assistance Dogs, Having a Beer with the founders of Drekker Brewing Company, Mr. Full-Time Dad and more in Fargo Moorhead's only men's magazine.
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FATHERS | MR. FULL-TIME DAD<br />
WRITTEN BY: BEN HANSON • PHOTOS BY: URBAN TOAD MEDIA<br />
We just wrapped up a three-day party for Macklin’s third<br />
birthday. About 20 people invaded our home, ate our food<br />
and left all of their garbage behind. We had a bounce house<br />
in the backyard, beautiful weather throughout, all of Mack’s<br />
favorite people… even the Blue Angels came to town to<br />
celebrate. It was a wild success.<br />
As expected, Mack raked in a pile of awesome gifts sure<br />
to hold his attention until the end of this sentence — fresh<br />
cans of Play-Doh, new bubbles, his first pair of rollerblades,<br />
some water toys, the obligatory new outfit from Grandma<br />
and a pedal-powered go-kart complete with roll cage and<br />
emergency brake. As I watched him climb in and take off<br />
down the sidewalk, I couldn’t help but envy him.<br />
If it wasn’t Mack’s birthday weekend, I would struggle to<br />
answer the Monday morning question “What’d you do this<br />
weekend?” So, asking me what I was doing when I was 3<br />
years old would be like asking my current 3-year-old to fix<br />
my currently broken water softener. Try as we might, it just<br />
isn’t going to happen.<br />
What I can confidently say is I wasn’t driving around in my<br />
own go-kart at 3. I also don’t recall ever having my own<br />
private backyard carnival with the Blue Angels screaming<br />
overhead. No, I remember birthdays at McDonald’s (which<br />
was awesome… I still have my special birthday McDonald’s<br />
mug) and dreaming about go-karts.<br />
Pondering my son’s charmed life as I snuck an extra-large<br />
piece of cake while safely out of view, a thought bubbled<br />
up in my mind… 3 is the new 23. At 23, I was just about<br />
a year into my first full-time job after graduating from<br />
college, which meant I finally had the means to indulge my<br />
own childhood fantasies. I didn’t buy myself a go-kart, but I<br />
definitely walked out of Best Buy with a new 42-inch plasma<br />
screen and signed up for the HD package with DVR as soon<br />
as that first paycheck cleared.<br />
My son has never known life in standard def. He drives a gokart<br />
to the park. His favorite toy is also my favorite toy — an<br />
$800 iPad. You see, 3 is the new 23. After finishing my cake,<br />
I came up with a few more examples…<br />
Baby Foodie<br />
Had it not been for my cousin, who now takes me elk<br />
hunting against his better judgement, the only red meat I<br />
would have known growing up would’ve been beef. Macklin,<br />
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on the other hand, has been developing a discerning palette<br />
since the day his first teeth started coming in. He already<br />
knows what venison tastes like, along with elk, shrimp,<br />
salmon, walleye, crab, scallops, antelope, pheasant, etc. I<br />
was in my mid-20s before I even knew what a scallop was,<br />
let alone how gross they are.<br />
Junior Outdoorsman<br />
Mack was barely two months old when he experienced<br />
his first legitimate road trip (and still hadn’t celebrated a<br />
birthday before he spent his first night sleeping in a tent).<br />
Now, by age 3, he’s an accomplished camper who loves to<br />
fish, hike, swim in the lake and touch everything he can<br />
reach without hint of fear. Come winter, it’ll be season two<br />
of riding his very own snowmobile across the frozen lake<br />
at Grandma and Grandpa’s. Before the end of this summer,<br />
we’re heading to the mountains of Colorado to not only see<br />
the Rockies, but also to bring Mack to his first live concert…<br />
yep, at Red Rocks. What a time to be a 3-year-old.<br />
Fitness Bro<br />
Mack’s latest favorite breakfast is a children’s protein<br />
shake. It’s true. <strong>The</strong> body shaming starts early nowadays.<br />
Reading the ingredients, his shake is not that different<br />
than the ones I occasionally mix up after the gym. He’s not<br />
working on bulking up or optimizing his metabolism. He<br />
just likes doing whatever I do... and I’m guessing he likes<br />
the chocolate flavor and the fact that he gets to drink a<br />
“shake” for breakfast. After a rousing hour of Jazzercise in<br />
the basement on Saturday mornings, my mom would mix<br />
up a shake of some sort, but I don’t remember ever getting<br />
a taste. Mack has his own Blender Bottle.<br />
Style<br />
If I were to die tomorrow, whoever gets stuck writing my<br />
eulogy won’t be reminiscing about my great wardrobe and<br />
natural style. Mack, on the other hand, rocks a hot pink<br />
speedo like some sort of tiny French fashionista confidently<br />
strutting down the Riviera. When he was 2, he had flowing<br />
curls long enough to put into a ponytail. He had a man<br />
bun before he was potty trained. Honestly, I think he<br />
currently owns more pairs of shoes than I do.<br />
Sure, Mack has things like global warming, that new<br />
tax form and the potential of living through WWIII to<br />
worry about, too, but it’s hard not to be envious of the<br />
opportunities provided to him... as well as his natural<br />
instincts that must come from his mother’s side. •