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Glad To Have You Back, Kid

February 18, 2014 at 8:37 pm , by 

3 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

You and I are recovering from a little bit of culture shock right now.

Until this morning, the last time I really got to hang out with you was Friday morning, when I stayed home with you because you were sick.

And obviously, when you’re sick, you’re not yourself anyway… to put it lightly.

It was only today that you were well enough to be back at school; not to mention school was closed yesterday for Presidents’ Day.

But this morning was the first time just you and I have been in the car together, just us, since last Wednesday, because Mommy picked you up last Thursday.

After analyzing all that info, it helps me understand all the reasons you and I have been out of sync.

Our car rides together are a big part of our relationship. I realize that now.

Until this morning in the car, as we saw two hot air balloons in the distance, we had not really had a conversation since the middle of last week.

I’m glad to have you back. I missed you. You’re like a different boy when you’re sick, like I said.

Now we can bond again over manly conversations about Corvettes and donkeys.

It really puts things into perspective when I consider that my “guy time” with you is something I’ve grown accustomed to by now. I know it’s weird to think about your daddy having social needs too, but I do.

Feeling connected to you helps me feel alive. When I don’t feel connected to you, it sort unplugs me from reality a little bit… I think.

I get it that there’s a 29 and a half year difference between us, but even when we’re just chilling on the drive to school, we’re still having some quality time together.

After several days without our guy time, I have learned how much we depend on it.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

Why Enroll A 3 Year-Old Boy In A Gymnastics Class?

February 17, 2014 at 11:11 pm , by 

3 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

I will admit, when Mommy told me she bought you a 5 week gymnastics course, after finding a really good Groupon deal, I was a little skeptical.

Not because I think it’s weird for a boy to be in a gymnastics class, but because you are only 3 years old.

What would be the point in a little 3 year-old little boy enrolling in a gymnastics class?

Well, now that I’ve seen you in action, I’m glad Mommy did what she did.

We took you for your 1st class on Saturday. As you can see from these cool action shots, you burned a lot of stored up winter energy.

While you were a bit reserved and skeptical at first, once you realized you could jump off what you perceived as the equivalent of living room furniture, and not get in trouble for it, or get hurt, you were eager to explore the facility.

In addition to Coach Casey, there was one other kid in the class, a girl named Caroline, who in my eyes, served as a complete contrast to your presence there in the class.

While she gracefully performed forward rolls on the ramp and gentle bounces on the trampoline, you were like a baby caveman or the Tasmanian Devil.

If it were possible to break anything there, you would have done it.

My doubts have been officially resolved now.

Basically, for 45 minutes, you got to run around in a padded room, jump off padded stairs, roll into a padded bin, and bounce on a padded trampoline.

That’s ideal for a cold and rainy Saturday morning!

You even ran over to the pull-up bar, without the direction of Coach Casey, and hung there for a few seconds as if only to prove to yourself you could do it.

I need to give you an American Gladiator name, like Crasher, or something circa 1992 like that.

So yeah… a three year-old boy in a gymnastics class is actually a pretty clever idea. Hooray for Groupon!

 

Love,

Daddy

 

 

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Everything Is Awesome! (The Meme Of The Lego Movie)

February 14, 2014 at 10:09 am , by 

3 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

It is no secret by now that The Lego Movie is what all the kids on the playground are talking this week.

Well, actually, with it being so cold, I guess it’s what they’re all talking about as they’re inside… playing with Legos.

I catch myself singing the theme song, “Everything Is Awesome” as I’m driving you to school in the morning.

You protest, “No, Daddy, no!”

Then you immediately sing the song under your breath instead.

I feel like “Everything Is Awesome” is becoming a meme:

A meme (/ˈmiːm/; meem)[1] is “an idea, behavior, or style that spreads from person to person within a culture.”[2] A meme acts as a unit for carrying cultural ideas, symbols, or practices that can be transmitted from one mind to another through writing, speech, gestures, rituals, or other imitable phenomena. Supporters of the concept regard memes as cultural analogues to genes in that they self-replicate, mutate, and respond to selective pressures.[3]  

-Wikipedia

Anyone who has seen The Lego Movie can hear another person sing those three words and automatically, they just have to laugh…

Because that means that both of those people are “in the know.” It’s as if to say, “Hey, you were at the movie theatre last weekend with your kid too, for the same reason as me.”

Granted, there is the other hugely popular kids’ movie still at the theatre: Frozen.

More relevant is the sing-a-long edition.

Well, the plan is, actually, now that you’ve proven you can handle sitting through 23 minutes of movie previews, then a 90 minute movie, we’re planning on taking you to see Frozen this weekend while Nonna and Papa are in town.

I learned two things from our experience last weekend when I took you to go see The Lego Movie:

Number one: At 38 inches tall and weighing 33 pounds, you’re not quite big enough to sit in the movie theatre seat, without your legs hovering to the level of your face. So after the previews were over, you sat in my lap.

With being said, it has been established (by you) that you want to switch between sitting on Nonna and Papa’s lap for Frozen this weekend.

So in other words, when looking for seats in the theatre, I don’t have to look for a seat for you. And as we both know, even though we were there early last week, we just barely found seats.

Number two: Though the matinee started at 5:00 (5:23 after previews) and therefore, you got to bed later that night than usual, the matinee was worth the change in your normal schedule. The matinee was basically half the price it would have been for any other time.

So what I am saying is, I’m not opposed to us going to the movies more often, if for the two us, it only costs a total of 10 bucks.

Seriously, the older you get, the more fun parenting is becoming. I like this groove.

I’m starting to believe, that truly, everything is awesome!

 

Love,

Daddy

 

 

 

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Empathy For “Gossiped About” Dads Who Coach

February 13, 2014 at 7:03 pm , by 

3 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

Today it was only about 40 degrees outside, but there was no wind and the sun was out.

So finally, after so many cold and bitter weeks, I was able to ride my mountain bike up to Starbucks during my lunch break during work.

As I sat outside on the patio reading my H.R. certification study guide, I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between a dad who apparently coaches his son’s sports team and the mom of one of the kids on that team.

Most of what I heard (though I was trying not to, I promise!) was the dad/coach expressing his annoyance with the other parents of the team talking about him behind his back.

The mom he was talking to was evidently serving as a very empathetic mediator between the dad/coach and the other parents of the team. She was smiling and shaking her head the whole time, like she was on his side- and I believe she was.

That caused me to imagine what it might be like if I were to coach one of your sports teams someday.

Attempting to put myself in that situation, here in a few years, I imagine the challenge being not so much coaching the kids, but playing the ultimate middle-man who can’t win with pleasing the parents.

It seems like the biggest challenge would be, on one side, trying to please the parents of the kids are the best players; wanting to see their kid lead the team to victory.

Then, on the other side, there would be the parents of the kids who are weaker links on the team; wanting to see their kid get more “play time.”

Sounds like a sticky situation; sounds like unavoidable politics.

I don’t want to be caught in the middle of that. I hate being caught in the middle of two parties of people like that.

(Then again, I’m in H.R., so I must not despise it that much!)

This doesn’t mean I wouldn’t coach your team. However, I am saying, for me, I would imagine that coaching the parents would be the hard part.

And that’s based on the conversation I overheard today at Starbucks, plus several other ones I’ve heard in the office where I work.

But I guess I won’t know for sure until I am that guy.

 

Love,

Daddy

 

Image: Shutterstock- Kids Soccer Game.