August 2009

As Summer comes to an end, I'd like to highlight a few posts that may have slipped through the cracks. These are some of my favorites over the past two months, and not just because they talk about boogers, sports, and breaking stuff (kids).
As always, thank you for reading, I'm continually humbled that millions hundreds tens of people care enough to keep reading the drivel that comes out of my mind.
- Poor Sportsmanship For Kids (in four easy steps)
- Kids Aren't Breakable!
- Top 5 Things Your Daughter Should Do With Her Boogers
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- The writer has another kid, and finds it more prudent so feed, bathe, and attend to the new baby.
- Life gets busy - The kids start getting involved in sports, dance, music, etc. and now the dad is the chauffeur.
- The kids start getting ignored - Instead of actually being a dad, the writer is too busy writing about what it's like to be dad.
- Loss of interest - Blogs take time to develop (unless you're an all-star), and many writers simply lose interest.
- Chasing the money - While there are many bloggers that make good money, there are many more who don't. If the bloggers heart isn't in it, it will show up in the writing
I hope you never see the above start to happen at simplefather.com. If you do, feel free to call me out on it, because I'd like to be in it for the long haul. Maybe down the road I can switch over to simplegrandfather.com, and show grandparents how to spoil their grandchildren.
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I am fortunate enough to live in a large metropolitan area that has great libraries. Not only do they have almost any book I've ever looked for (all two of them), but they lend out DVDs. Recently, as I was perusing the rack of movies, I happened to hear something quite disturbing.
What I overheard was a conversation between a mother and her son, which went something like this:Mother: Ooh, they have "The Mighty Ducks!" I bet your father wouldn't mind watching this one.
Son: "The Mighty Ducks?" I've never heard of that movie. What's it about?
Is this what has become of the youth of today? Have they no knowledge of Emilio Estevez? How will they know the sheer greatness of the "triple-deke." A world without quacking is one that I don't think I want to be a part of.
Or maybe it's the realization that I'm not all that young anymore that frightens me. The classic rock stations now play bands like The Smashing Pumpkins and Nirvana. Plus the kids don't understand when you say things like "shampoo is better," or "Hey Tommy, quit playing with your dingy."
I guess the journey has begun. I'm on my way to becoming a bona fide adult, which is weird, because it seems like I just graduated from high school. I'm left wondering when did this all happen?
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We all have ways of dealing with jealousy. Some people start to smother the object of their affection. Others withdraw hoping that if they set the person free, that person will come back on their own free will. Then there is the three year old, who poops in her pants.
When the little one was born, the three year old didn't appear to harbor any evil or jealous feelings. However, now that the novelty of a little sister has worn off, that seems to be changing. Thankfully, the change in mood hasn't manifested itself in the form of being too rough with the little one, but rather a much stinkier, non-violent form.
Milestones don't matter.
Parents spend a lot of time telling their kid's things like "you're special" and "I love you just the way you are." So why is it that during the early stages of life, parents put their child in a box? During the first month they must be able to coo. During the second month, the child needs to smile, laugh, and hold their head steady... and so on and so forth.
Milestones do help parents make sure there child doesn't have a disability, which is a good thing, but be wary of putting too much stock in your child reaching goals at a certain time. If you're not careful, the dark side of milestones may rear it's ugly head.
Don't Enable Sibling Rivalry
When you start comparing milestones between siblings, it can only lead to bad things. Each child will progress at a different rate, and if the older child hears you saying things like "oooh, big girl, you learned ______ way before your sister," all it does is break down the older child.
My Kid is Better than Your Kid
It goes without saying that my kids are better than yours. My dad can also beat up your dad, and your momma's so fat she needs a boomerang to put her belt on. That said, whenever comparing your situation to someone else's, remember that more than likely someone else's child will be "better" than your kid at something. Someone's dad will be able to beat up your dad, and your momma is probably fatter than someone else's momma. We're here on this earth to help each other, building on each other's experiences, not to make sure our kid is "better" than everyone else.
Sit Back and Relax
Kick your feet up, relax, and enjoy the good times... after all, once your child reaches a milestone, there's no going back.
Be sure to check out all the dads at dad-blogs.com for another edition of fatherhood friday!
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There is only one week left until the eldest starts dance class. I fear that the hummingbirds ballet class may be a gateway drug to much worse things.
It starts out innocently enough, just one pirouette, then before you know it she'll be doing more advanced maneuvers like a battement. Then she'll branch out in to completely different things like jazz dance. She'll be doing kick ball changes off of a table top in no time. If we're not careful, she'll be out on the streets learning hip hop and pop locking with any stranger that will give her the time of day! But I digress...
The fact of the matter is that I can't dance. I'm a dude, and like to do dude things. I enjoy things like baseball, tennis, basketball, and the atlas stone lift. These are the activities I know, granted my skills aren't what they once were, especially in regards to lifting a giant stone.
However, I still like to view, analyze, and play the aforementioned sports. What if my daughters don't like anything that I'm good at. I most definitely can't teach them how to dance, do gymnastics, or figure skate. So will my role become one of a cheerleader, and nothing else?
While in time I must come to grips with the idea of being merely an athletic supporter, that time is not now. The three year old is waiting outside with her baseball bat, we've got some soft toss to do.
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It is often said that people today are more 'connected' than ever. Social networks allow friends, colleagues, and a slew of others stay in contact and be continually updated as to what's happening. Some children's toys are able to chart the child's learning and provide a quick report on how the child is progressing. Books are multi-lingual and talk about anything from aardvarks to Zen. Yet with all the tools and resources, society seems to be growing more and more uninvolved and disconnected from it's most important members, the kids.
So who is raising your children? Do you use the latest and greatest learning methods that money can buy? Are the educational programs on television teaching them everything they need to know? How about the workers at daycare who are around them the majority of the day? Maybe it's the public (or private) school that you've enrolled them in. Perhaps it's a Sunday School teacher, or maybe a grandparent.
While all of the above things can be good sources of wisdom and guidance, nothing can replace the love, care, and nurturing a child receives from a parent. Don't outsource your responsibility.
A wise man's daughter once said that her dad didn't tell her how to live life, he lived life and let her see it. When your kids get old enough to reflect upon the past, make sure you've done your part. I hope and pray that their memories aren't filled with after school programs, soccer practice, and the taxi drivers known as mom and dad who took them where they needed to be.
Live life, and love your kids.
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When children are resistant to rules and guidelines, parent's often tell them something like "as long as you live under my roof, you obey my rules!" Or, "as soon as you start paying rent, you can start making some decisions around here!"
What about when other people's children misbehave? They are like transients who pop in just long enough to make their impact felt, and then poof, they disappear like a fart in the wind. So what do you do when the transient children start misbehaving?
My House, My Rules!
There are many reasons to be consistent in enforcing the house rules. The following are five reasons that rank toward the top.
- Your child will notice if you crack under pressure - If you let another kid get away with breaking your house rules, it shows your child that there may be a chink in your armor. Granted, your kid will probably make the association that since little Johnny was a guest, you went easy on him. However, the seed has been planted! Now there's a chance, no matter how small, that your child may think they can get away with bad behavior. Like my good friend Lloyd says, "So you're telling me there's a chance."
- Kids will realize it's a privilege to come to your house, or they'll stop coming over... win win in my book
- It May minimize the bad habits your child picks up - No matter how good your child is, it rarely seems to rub off on the behaviorally challenged child. Usually, it's the other way around. If there's one thing that's hard to do, it's spending a couple weeks deprogramming your kid because they learned that throwing a fit is a cool way to express themselves.
- It Makes you feel powerful and boosts self esteem - There's nothing quite like knowing you strike fear into the hearts of small children. That kind of knowledge will let you sleep peacefully on the couch because you know that when you wake up, all of your tools and gadgets will be right where you left them.
- Stuff won't get broken - One day, I'm sure everyone wouldn't mind if there were a few nice things around the house. When that time comes, you wouldn't want them to get broken.
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In light of the recent events in the United States, I've decided to make a proposal of my own. Keep in mind that it has to go before my wife, and pass her vote… but I'm pretty sure she'll send it on through. Instead of thinking of it as 'Big Brother' getting more power, I like to think of it as 'Big Father' doing what's best for his people.
FamilyCorps
First, I would like to expand our FamilyCorps program. Anyone under the age of 10 will be forced to volunteer their services. After eating copious amounts of baked beans, together, we will research the advantages and disadvantages of methane on the environment. We will also delve into disaster recovery, better known as cleaning the basement.
Health Care
I will establish a "Health Benefits Advisory" committee and appoint its members. This committee will recommend covered benefits and essential, enhanced, and premium plans. If the child chooses the essential plan it will include one bath per week, and a diaper change per day. If the child chooses to pursue other health care options, they must maintain "acceptable health care coverage" as determined by me, or risk losing their allowance.
Taxes
I plan on raising taxes to cover the cost of the additional cost associated with the wider scope of FamilyCorps, as wells as increased health care costs. However, upon further investigation, since my wife is a stay-at-home mom, I've realized this is a loss for everyone because the money will be coming directly out of our only stream of income.
I give up
Maybe my proposal needs a few tweaks before I should proceed any further.This post isn't meant to be a jab… well, it sort of is, but I am by no means big into politics. I know just enough to carry on a conversation about some current issues. But more importantly, I think it's an interesting time to be living not only in the United States, but in this world. The times they are (and have been) a-changin' (again and always, for better or worse).
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My daughter has a wiener. When I first heard this, it was news to me. I began to question everything. How could God play such a cruel trick on our family? Am I a bad father for dressing her him in girls clothes for nearly four years? Is this how I find out I have a son? How much are the physiatrist bills going to be?
As I took time to reflect upon such deep questions, I began to wonder about the validity of the source that informed me of my daughter's condition. This source doesn't officially practice medicine, however, she does often take vital signs, give shots, and administer pain medication. Shouldn't someone with those skills at least be able to tell male from female? The conclusion I came to is no.
You see, the source was my daughter. She ran into the room announcing that she had just been hit in the wiener. After her declaration, she paused, as if waiting for laughter; however there was none to be found.
Lately, the three year old has been talking way too much about wieners. She doesn't even know what a wiener is, and that is what frightens me. What happens when she finds out she doesn't have one? Will our family be primed for the Dateline special that follows a family whose child wants a sex change? Will she be curious, and pursue further knowledge of the aforementioned body part? If so, I'm sure it will force me to buy that shotgun earlier than expected.
These my friends, are the things that keep me up at night.
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