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The Dreaded “I Think We Need A Bigger Car” Conversation

Clearly, these sleeping babies are miserable because they don’t have enough room in the car…

Dudes, be warned. If your pregnant wife drives a car that seats less than 8 grown men, then you need to know this: she won’t be driving it for long. 

Like I’ve said before, women are sneaky.  Chances are your wife has been scheming to acquire a nicer vehicle for months (pretty much rule #1 about women is that they like new things…even when the older thing is still perfectly good).  This is her golden opportunity. 

It’s actually a four-phase process.   Here’s how it goes down:

For me, Phase One began with subtle suggestions that my wife’s car was too small to fit the necessities of life (episode two of the new show “Up All Night” actually does a pretty good job of depicting this).  Prepare for your wife to explain to you that “we can’t go (insert fun place) because there just isn’t enough room anymore.”

The thing is, she could fit it all in there if she really wanted to.  Oh, and she knows it too. Here’s proof: when my wife and I go on vacations, I am continually amazed by the amount of things she can fit into one suitcase.  A month’s worth of clothes?  Packed!  Games? Packed!  Seven books that most definitely won’t be read?  Packed!  Sometimes my wife will literally stand on top of the suitcase and pull the zipper shut to accomodate excess luggage.  I think this is something she stragely enjoys doing.

But now, somehow, she cant fit the stroller into the car?  Riiiiight…

Once it’s been established that the car is a bit too small, she will begin Phase Two.  This was when my wife brought the full court press on how “frustrating it is that I can’t fit everything I need” or how it took her “ten minutes just to get everything out of the car!”  If you have twins like we do, prepare for an even fuller dose of sob stories.  Oh, and if you have a dog, this is where your wife will insert comments about how your four-legged friend “just doesn’t look happy in the car anymore.”  Apparently the dog’s level of happiness in the car actually matters…   

So now it’s 4 to 1 in my wife’s favor: that “old” Nissan Altima (a 2008!) is wholly inadequate.  Note: it doesn’t help that every other mother on the planet also has an SUV and likes to talk nonstop about how much happier they now are with one.  So thanks for that, other moms. 

With public opinion squarely on her side, my wife moved in for the kill.  Wait for it…

Boom!  She drops the safety card on me.  Welcome to Phase Three.  “That car just isn’t safe for our child.”  Your wife may cite some random website which says that her car only got 4.5 stars (out of 5) on some random side-impact crash test.  Bottom line?  “I think we need a bigger car.”

Here’s the beauty of all this: it’s not for your wife…it’s for the child!  I mean, come on dad.  You wouldn’t want to put your child in danger, would you?  You don’t want your child to die because you were too stingy to buy a fully-loaded Lincoln Navigator, do you? 

Didnt think so.

Men: I don’t know when it happens, but at some point women realize that child safety is the ultimate trump card.  It gives them carte blanche to buy ridiculous things like organic baby clothes, booster seats with multiple cup holders, and $500 pieces of wood (er, cribs). 

Yep, “child safety” is a winner and your wife knows it.  And she isn’t done using it against you (stay tuned, its coming…).  

So.  We’re looking for cars.  But now I have something far different in mind than my wife.  Maybe a gently-used minivan?  Ya right!  She doesn’t want to look like her mom did 20 years ago; she wants to look like a baller.  So even though the minivan would seem to fit her criteria (bigger and safer), we spend 100% of our car search in the SUV department. 

This is when I suddenly became an environmentalist.  “These cars only get 13 or 14 miles to the gallon! That’s horrible for the…ecosystem.”  It was a good try, but this tactic was totally futile.  Apparently small to mid-size SUVs just aren’t big enough for our family; only something resembling a yacht would do.  Besides, this is America and we do what we want.   So let’s just move on.

Here’s where she drops the safety card again.  See, the reasonable car you are hoping for (about $10,000 less than the one she wants) doesn’t have a rear-view camera or hi-def DVD player (OBVIOUSLY, these are vital safety features).  And it doesn’t have heated seats, either.  Why are heated seats important, you ask?  “The kids need them.” 

Once youre finally on the fence about whether or not to get her the car she wants (and has been secretly eyeing for about 7 months), she has one last trick up her sleeve: the good husband routine (aka Phase Four).  She will tell you about how hard it’s been adjusting to caring for a child day and night, and that this is what she needs.  Translation: be a good husband and buy your wife this car. 

Game. Set. Match.  Enjoy those car payments, gentlemen.  

What My Wife Means When She Says “Daddy’s Coming”

“Dont worry Riley, your Daddy’s coming!”

With twin babies around, there’s a lot of screaming that goes on in our house.  It’s just a fact.  So naturally, my wife and I try to comfort our children as often as possible. 

One way I like to do this is by reassuring the children that “Daddy’s coming.”  Here’s how it works:

Me: “Don’t worry, Riley.  Daddy’s coming with your bottle” 

Of course, this is totally ineffective.  It literally doesn’t do a thing. Riley really doesn’t care that I’m “trying my hardest” and “going as fast as I can.”  She wants food.  Nonetheless, it makes *me* feel better about the fact that my child is screaming and I am busy making her a bottle. 

But the phrase “daddy’s coming” takes on a whole new meaning when mommy is the one who says it.  Let me demonstrate:

My wife: “You getting hungry Riley?  Don’t worry, daddy’s coming with your bottle.” 

(30 seconds later…)

My wife: “I know youre hungry, sweetheart.  Daddy’s coming”

Now, let’s just take a second to break this situation down.  See, up to this point, you could say that my wife is letting little Riley know that she need not worry.  After all, “daddy’s coming.” Right?

No.  Wrong.  False. 

Here’s what’s really going on: when my wife tells the kids that “daddy’s coming,” she isn’t reassuring the kids about anything.  In fact, she isnt even talking to them.  She’s talking to me. 

And what is she telling me?  Well, she’s telling me to HURRY THE HECK UP!

Which is why 30 seconds later (while I’m still making the bottle), my wife’s voice raises a few levels.  Now, I hear something like this:

“I know youre so, so hungry, Riley.  DADDY’S COMING I PROMISE!”

Notice, this is a two-tiered attempt to get me to hustle.  She begins with a guilt trip.  Indeed, my daughter is “so, so hungry” and there I am taking my time while she suffers. 

Way to go, dad.

The second part is a more direct approach. “DADDY’S COMING I PROMISE” is a polite way of telling me I better freaking hurry up before things hit the fan. Notice, 100% of that statement was directed toward me; 0% of that was to reassure little Riley.

In some respects, it’s ironic that the name of this blog is “Hold On Daddy’s Coming.”  You would think that it’s something I say all the time (I do say it from time to time).  Actually, it’s something my wife says – ALL. THE. TIME.  And when she says it, it means something totally different than when I say it. 

Dudes out there, know this:  your wife is sneaky.  And now that she’s a mom, she’s even sneakier.  So don’t be fooled. When she tells your child that “daddy’s coming,” know that she wasn’t even talking to your child in the first place. 

Nope, she was talking to you!

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