Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Friday, July 10, 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Kids and Piercings
From someone who had had 13 holes artificially installed in his face, I've got the same rules. Ears don't get pierce until the kids are roughly physically mature. A growth spurt doesn't happen evenly and can cause the ear holes to be very off-center.
1. Ears only. The rest can wait until they are adults.
2. It has to be the kid's decision. No 'peer pressure'. If the kid can't convince me of that, he(or she) isn't ready to get pierced.
3. They've all got to wait until about puberty. Young growth spurts are too unpredictable.
4. No tats. Kids aren't mature enough to make reliable, life-long decisions.
1. Ears only. The rest can wait until they are adults.
2. It has to be the kid's decision. No 'peer pressure'. If the kid can't convince me of that, he(or she) isn't ready to get pierced.
3. They've all got to wait until about puberty. Young growth spurts are too unpredictable.
4. No tats. Kids aren't mature enough to make reliable, life-long decisions.
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
A Lesson
Sunday, my son went to visit a friend. His bike went with. When I picked him up, the bike got wedged in to the cargo area of my car, hanging over the back seat, tangled in the boxes of stuff that live in my car.
Monday, my wife reminded me to take the bike out of the car. I told her I wanted some help to guide the bike up and over all of the obstacles and snags, without breaking, tearing or beating anything in the car. It would be easier that way. We forgot.
Tuesday, while getting ready in the morning, my son told his little sister that he was going to ride his bike to daycare. I informed him that he couldn't, as his bike was still in my car and we were running late.
He informed me that he took it out of the car, by himself, the previous evening, without breaking, ripping, or beating anything in the car.
There's my lesson in humility.
Monday, my wife reminded me to take the bike out of the car. I told her I wanted some help to guide the bike up and over all of the obstacles and snags, without breaking, tearing or beating anything in the car. It would be easier that way. We forgot.
Tuesday, while getting ready in the morning, my son told his little sister that he was going to ride his bike to daycare. I informed him that he couldn't, as his bike was still in my car and we were running late.
He informed me that he took it out of the car, by himself, the previous evening, without breaking, ripping, or beating anything in the car.
There's my lesson in humility.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Hair Loss
This morning, after I dropped the brats off at daycare, Brat I looks at me and says, "Dad, we're having a party in Spanish class today. I need to bring salsa."
That's the second time this week this has happened.
That's the second time this week this has happened.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Dodgeball
Half an hour of dads vs kids dodgeball at a 3 to 1 disadvantage is a great way to not only get a good night's sleep, but wake up stiff and sore.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Child Safety - From the US DOJ
WHAT YOUR CHILD CAN DO
I KNOW my name, address, telephone number, and my parents' names.
the rules for younger children

I always CHECK FIRST with my parents or the person in charge. I tell them before I go anywhere or get into a car, even with someone I know.
I always CHECK FIRST with my parents or a trusted adult before I accept anything from anyone, even from someone I know.
I always TAKE A FRIEND with me when I go places or play outside.
I SAY NO if someone tries to touch me or treat me in a way that makes me feel scared, uncomfortable, or confused.
It's OK to SAY NO, and I KNOW that there will always be someone who can help me.
I KNOW that I can TELL my parents or a trusted adult if I feel scared, uncomfortable, or confused.
I am STRONG, SMART, and have the right to be SAFE.
And More:
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![]() | ![]() Always TAKE A FRIEND when walking or riding your bike to and from school. Stay with a group while waiting at the bus stop. It's safer and more fun to be with your friends. | ||||||||||||
![]() | If anyone bothers you while going to or from school, get away from that person, and TELL a trusted adult like your parents or teacher. | ||||||||||||
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![]() | If someone you don’t know or feel comfortable with offers you a ride, say NO. | ||||||||||||
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![]() | If you want to change your plans after school, always CHECK FIRST with your parents. Never play in parks, malls, or video arcades by yourself. | ||||||||||||
![]() | If you go home alone after school, check to see that everything is okay before you go in. Once inside, call your parents to let them know that you are okay. Make sure you follow your "Home Alone" tips. | ||||||||||||
![]() | Trust your feelings. If someone makes you feel scared or uncomfortable, get away as fast as you can and TELL a trusted adult. | ||||||||||||
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Thursday, September 25, 2008
Kids and Bikes
My son is almost 9. Up until a few weeks ago, he didn't know how to ride a bike.
We had tried. Hard. Often. For years, off and on.
We tried training wheels.
We'd go to the park, and I'd hold on to the seat and watch him panic every time the bike leaned over, just a bit.
We'd go until he was crying and I was completely frustrated, then his bike would get parked for a few months, until we both forgot.
The last time-on the way home-he said, "Dad, I'm sorry, but I want to throw my bike away."
After he went to bed, I did some research, to figure out exactly what I was doing wrong. The answer was "everything". The traditional methods of teaching a kid to ride a bike...suck.
I found an ebook, titled, Riding Made Easy. It cost $15, which is a lot for a pdf file.
I wanted my son to learn how to ride a bike. To experience the freedom of exploring the neighborhood with his friends.
I knew that, if he didn't learn, he'd regret it later in life.
I wanted him to have the fun.
I bought the book.
The next morning, I told my son that we would try again that evening, with no stress and no tears. He agreed to one more try.
I followed the instructions in the book. No training wheels or holding the seat.
Two hours later, my son rode his bike home, and has been on his bike every day since.
Riding Made Easy is quite possibly the best $15 I have ever spent.
We had tried. Hard. Often. For years, off and on.
We tried training wheels.
We'd go to the park, and I'd hold on to the seat and watch him panic every time the bike leaned over, just a bit.
We'd go until he was crying and I was completely frustrated, then his bike would get parked for a few months, until we both forgot.
The last time-on the way home-he said, "Dad, I'm sorry, but I want to throw my bike away."
After he went to bed, I did some research, to figure out exactly what I was doing wrong. The answer was "everything". The traditional methods of teaching a kid to ride a bike...suck.
I found an ebook, titled, Riding Made Easy. It cost $15, which is a lot for a pdf file.
I wanted my son to learn how to ride a bike. To experience the freedom of exploring the neighborhood with his friends.
I knew that, if he didn't learn, he'd regret it later in life.
I wanted him to have the fun.
I bought the book.
The next morning, I told my son that we would try again that evening, with no stress and no tears. He agreed to one more try.
I followed the instructions in the book. No training wheels or holding the seat.
Two hours later, my son rode his bike home, and has been on his bike every day since.
Riding Made Easy is quite possibly the best $15 I have ever spent.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Overheard at my house
"Dad, I don't want to."
"Dad, I don't care."
"Dad, it's cold out."
"I'm not going outside, Dad."
"Dad, it's not....whoa, that's cool, Dad! Take some pictures!"
"Dad, I don't care."
"Dad, it's cold out."
"I'm not going outside, Dad."
"Dad, it's not....whoa, that's cool, Dad! Take some pictures!"

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