Category Archives: kids

EAT YOUR VEGGIES!

CarrotsAndTomatoes-1024x683OK, so there’s a few ideas in this linked article, but take it from a dad of 4 very independent and iron willed veggie haters–none of this friggin’ works!
Except…one method that I used back in the day (not listed in this article). I would puree different greens, garlic, onion, carrots, zucchini, eggplant and other veggies and then lightly saute in olive oil. From there, I’d blend the mix in to their fave bottled pasta sauce and then proceed with spaghetti and meatballs (turkey meatballs – that was trick # 2) as normal. They loved my “secret recipes! And I don’t think they knew my tricks–until now, haha.

HOW MANY DAYS LEFT?

All it takes is a drive to the mall or  walk through Best Buy to get stressed out about Christmas. Gifts, gifts, gifts. Have to  win those “oohs” and “ahs,” yes? Don’t want to disappoint the kids…

Recently took a visit to last year–and then the year before. Could barely remember what I gave, let alone received. Smiled though, at  Saturday nights spent cruising Christmas lights, grinned big at the thought of my youngest son’s face, as he stuffed it with turkey, potatoes and rolls. My daughter discussed her take of the season and the spirit of helping less fortunate folks. Made me proud of how much she has grown.

My son Jeff, speaking of his first Christmas as a newlywed and how they will celebrate in Arkansas. My oldest, Eric, who has been in a rough patch that only a few know–texted, “Merry Xmas Dad. Love you”

No, it’s not the gifts…but the moments. Store-bought wears out, while memories only grow…

Okay, back to Amazon. Still buying, but with a whole new fervor…


BOY’S-TO-MEN…The Real Story…

I’m too young to be a grandpa!

Call me “Papa!”

Two recent thoughts, upon the news my son and his wife delivered their baby.

Heard first through an early morning voice mail, then called Jeff. He was in the parking lot of the hospital, after having devoured his post-birth Dad-breakfast. He answered the phone and calmly described the adventure—all the way to the c-section and nine weeks too-early birth.

“Everything is fine Dad. Gavin has tubes, but is perfect and will come home by his regular due date. I’m headed to see my wife and hope to see him soon. Love you.”

Suddenly it dawned…my 22-year-old son has exited the world of hanging out and waiting to go to the park. He no longer trolls the toy store with his brother, only to be sent outside to throw a sales pitch at me—“Dad, we really need this Mario video game. You could play it with us.”

Its been some time since Jeff has been a passenger in my vehicle—where he would start a conversation about strawberry ice cream just two blocks from Baskin Robbins. I barely remember the last time he excitedly ran to his room to put on swim trunks for a splashy time at the pool.

My son is now “Dad” too. In fact, I told him that…took all I had inside though, to keep my voice from breaking. After all, I’m his dad—gotta  keep the tough as a rock gig, yes?

I’m sure my revelation is not so unique, but it sent a bolt through my heart, nonetheless. Gavin Lee is my new baby grandson and all that I feel is love and the need to take him to the toy store. Or ice cream. And swimming. Whether he addresses me as grandpa, papa, or old man—I’m just fine with that.

OK, so he’s barely born. For now, I’ll settle for tickling his toes and bragging to my friends. This is one old gramps who is proud indeed.


DIDN’T YOU HEAR ME?

The pat answer to, “Dad, will you play video games with me?” or “Dad, can we play a board game?” is so often;

“Later hon.”

What if they said, “Dad, life is short. I am getting older and will soon be an adult. You are getting older too and will some day watch me play with my own children…and muse how you should have spent that kind of time with me. You are busy with work and stuff, but my little world centers on you. Why can’t you care enough to take the time to play with me right now? When you are gone to heaven, I want to sit outside at night and tell stories about the times we spent together and how you always put me first. I want to point at the twinkling star and say that is my daddy watching over us. So Dad, will you play with me?”

Listen closely, cause they may stop asking…


TAKE A MINUTE

Interesting that a toddler will remain engaged. He’ll ask questions about the most far fetched curiosities. “Who turns off the lights in the moon?” or “Why do we  sleep at night?”

Then we teach them to stop. Tell them, “Go play in your room!”  “I’m tired!” or “I have to finish this project. We’ll talk later…”

In essence, we may teach our children to speak, only if the idea is reasonable.

Why do so many adults become laid back and  status quo—simply go with the flow? Why is so much potential undiscovered?

Companies  assert they need leaders, yet quietly whisper they want more followers. Too many chiefs will cause disruption, yes?

With our kids…today’s action will be tomorrow’s difference.

Take a minute…


Tis the Season

Holiday choices:

(1) Joyous and thankful

(2) Excited and giddy

…or (3) Sad, lonely and depressed.

If you aren’t all over # 1 and 2, it may be time to stuff that nostalgia back in a jar, toss it in the river…and then collect a new memory or two… Get over it and get on, I say. It’s a great day…and somebody loves you…