Have you checked out Learning to Crawl, the frank and funny parenting blog written by Evan Serpick, senior editor at Baltimore Magazine? It’s a frequent read for us – – and a recent post on parenting pet peeves had us splurting our coffee.
Dad to three-and-a-half year old Jack and 19-month-old Benny, Evan was kind enough to give us the inside track on some of his favorite Baltimore-area spots, and how he and his wife, Brenda Bordofsky-Serpick (high school teacher and poet), keep their household spinning.
I worked in New York as a magazine writer and editor for a number of years, most recently as associate editor at Rolling Stone. I really enjoyed the high-profile work, but after we had Jack, I really didn’t like working late all the time and traveling as much as I did. Brenda, who is from L.A., really fell in love with Baltimore during our visits down here to see family, so we starting thinking about finding a way to move down here. I contacted Max Weiss, who was then senior editor of Baltimore Magazine to see if there might be an opening down the line and it was really fortuitous timing: She had just been promoted to managing editor and was looking for a senior editor to replace her. It seemed like it was meant to be, so we jumped.
I have to say, my work schedule these days is much more amenable to being an active, involved dad. Since Baltimore Mag is a monthly, there are rarely late nights. And since I often cover family-related events, both for the Learning to Crawl blog and often for my column, Charm City Chatter, in the magazine, there are a lot of opportunities to merge family time and work time.
If it’s my turn to get up with the boys, I go get whoever wakes up first and take them downstairs for breakfast. If it’s Brenda’s turn, I wake up about a half hour or an hour later and go down to see everybody, grab a cup of coffee, and either play a game (this morning it was Chutes and Ladders) or catch up on Sid the Science Kid. Before I go to bed, I usually manage to read a paragraph of a book I’ll never finish or one clue from the NYTimes crossword puzzle.
Wow, in Baltimore, we’d probably go to a great outdoor music festival, where we could see lots of bands – Jack, in particular, is a music lover – then maybe take the light rail down to Oriole game. But if we could go anywhere, we’d probably go to the beach – both the boys LOVE the beach – then going on the rides and eating pizza on the boardwalk.
I’ve been mentioning it so much, it’s probably not a secret anymore, but the 1/8th size replica trains in Leakin Park are a kid’s (and parent’s) dream. Once a month, on the second Sunday of the month, a group of train enthusiasts takes kids and parents for rides on 3 miles of mini-tracks for free. SO fun.
Compared to previous jobs at Rolling Stone and Entertainment Weekly, I’m able to cover a much wider range of interesting stories, everything from profiling a homeless blogger to unraveling the mystery of an overdosing U of M PhD candidate to exploring the phenomenon of black families adopting white children.
I guess it’s become second nature. We pretty much divide responsibilities 50-50. If she’s going through a rough time, I’ll do a little more, and vice-versa.
Oh, there are so many. A couple of my favorites have come when Jack is lying in bed, calling to us becase he doesn’t want to go to sleep. One time – one of the first times this happened – he yelled “Daddy!” at ever-increasing volumes for about 10 minutes, then added “It’s me! Jack!” in case there was any confusion. Now, he’s a little sharper and if we’ve told him we’re not coming back in, he’ll yell “Mommy!” and “Daddy!” for a while, then throw in “I know you can hear me!” He’s also learned that whenever we spell something out, it’s something he wants. So if I say to Brenda, “Should we get P-I-Z-Z-A tonight?” Jack will immediately say “I want P-I-Z-Z-A!” even though he doesn’t know what it is…
I’d have to say the hugs. There’s nothing like coming home from work or anywhere else and having two adorable little people running toward you with giant smiles on their faces, shouting “Daddy!” with arms wide open. That’s what I imagine heaven would be like.
Oh jeez, that’s tough. Maybe the Beatles, “All You Need is Love.” I’m a big believer in that. But I’d love my soundtrack to have more of a reggae feel. Maybe Bob Marley, “One Love.” That works too.