How Cursive is Better than Cursing!


There are times when I feel that my wife and I are the cool kids in town and that everyone else either sucks or do not understand us or our children.  I mean, come on… tax, science… Who wouldn’t want to hang out with us to discuss those thrilling topics?!?

Then I think about our kids, and how they will view us when they are older and know better, or how others view them and their quirks and oddities… I hope others will find their quirkiness playful and fun, and now strange or odd.  Then again, I hope my kids are comfortable enough in their own skin to not care what others think.

So where is this going?

Ah, yes…

How we’re so cool.  lol.

Well, we had 2 great families over for Shabbat dinner Friday night and after eating, drinking, laughing and talking, we moved from the kitchen over to the family room to continue with the great conversation, while the kids practiced their cursive writing.

Yes.

The kids practiced their cursive writing… On their own.  For fun… Together… 6 of the 7 children present.

cursivebook

I know!

What got the cursive kick started in our household is the fact that cursive writing is part of the grade 3 curriculum in Ontario, so with Stewie in Grade 3, it only made sense that he would be eager to practice every waking moment, right?  Well not only does he practice his cursive writing, but he also created a cursive writing book for his (just turned 5-year-old) little sister.  This book has the letters in the same way he learned them, however, he also added some fun cursive-games which are completely age appropriate.

More so, having looked through this book, I can say that it is quite amazing what this little girl has managed to produce and if she keeps it up, her Senior kindergarten teachers will be quite impressed.

So now imagine, 6 adults driving coffee and chatting about life, love, liberty and the pursuit of happiness while my son leads the other children through the cursive Olympics…

That’s cool, no?

It’s certainly better than cursing.  :)

How I Know I Have Embraced Being The Father To A Daughter: Leggings are NOT pants!!!


Leggings are NOT pants!

No pictures necessary.

No discussion needed.

Girls, women, transgendered people, even men… Leggings ARE NOT PANTS!!!

If you put leggings on and your shirt does not cover your bum, go home and change.  Please.

Whew.

Got that out.  I’ve been holding that in since the summer.  It really came to light when buying clothes for my daughter this past summer and still is a concern for me, and parents alike, I’m sure.

With the boys, it was pretty each to buy the same boring clothes for them; blue, brown, some black, some green.  When the girl arrived, I thought we would be smacked in the face with a whole new array of colour choices and options.   Sure, there are colours, but what is the deal with the choice of girls clothing available in some of these clothing stores???  low cut neck-lines, short shorts, and crop-style tops.  There is NO way I was going to let my daughter leave the house in a crop-top style shirt with short shorts, or worse, leggings.

So as her tastes evolved and we were able to agree on styles of clothing she knows that leggings are not pants, and that no one wants to see, or needs to see her bum during the day.

As this post tossed around inside my head, I thought that all I would need to do is post “Leggings are not pants” and that there is an understanding that this is true, but the more I thought about it, the more I could not help but understand the longer-term issues surrounded by leggings, especially in young, impressionable children…

“What if I’m not skinny enough to wear them?”  Does that come followed by, “I just won’t eat today.”  Or is there a group ganging up mentality from the girls who do wear them against the girls who don’t?  How about the girls who do not, cannot or choose not to wear them picking on a girl who wears them and shows too much…

Don’t think for a second that parents who dress their kids up in leggings don’t make a comment about their “ass”, and in the wrong child, at the wrong time of their life, could have long-lasting effect on their self-esteem.

UGH.

I’m all for leading a healthy life-style (well, my kids more than me right now) and being in the best shape possible, but that shape is physical, mental and emotional.  To place too much emphasis on one over the others can have dangerous consequences later in life.

So I call on you, parents, to please make sure that the next time your child leaves the house – if they have to wear leggings – that they have a shirt on to cover up.  Then give them a hug and tell them they are smart, kind, friendly and beautiful.

Here is a flowchart to help them (and you, if needed) understand this concept further.

AM-I-WEARING-PANTS

Editors Note: Apparently The Urban Daddy is not  so original is there are Facebook, Tumblr and Pinterest pages dedicated to this exact line of thinking…  The Brooklyn Momma hit the nail on the head in her post, here.  The flowchart is from her site.

Flattery Will Get You Everywhere


It’s Sunday morning and I have 2 of my 3 kids at home.  My middle child was taken to the SkyZone Indoor Trampoline Park for an hour of jumping and bouncing excitement, and since he’s the one who plays school with our youngest, it means I have to find a way to convince my 9-year-old to do his homework and my 4-year-old to let him do his homework.

After some “discussions” or really “negotiations” my 9-year-old has finished his math homework for Spirit of Math and my 4-year-old has gone from playing with her toys, to sitting on me, to practicing piano and now to wandering the house looking lost.

At one point she sat beside me while I was typing and she was staring at the side of my head.

“Hi, what can I do for you?” I asked.

“You’re so Cool!” she replied.  “You’re so cool, I can’t stop staring at you!”.

With that I have taken her to the basement to free her toys from the fort under the stairs, and set her off to set up her own area where she can play and have fun by herself while her brother and I dig into his social studies homework.

Anyone remember the dog from the TV show Frasier?

It’s Friday! Time For The Urban Daddy’s Must Read Blog: Introducing Casey Palmer!


It’s Friday, which means it is time for the Urban Daddy’s must-read blog of the week.

The last blog I featured was Jason Wormald of Wormald’s Words, a relatively new blog, and while this week’s recommendation is a new blog to me, it is certainly not a new blog in the blogosphere.

Casey Palmer.

I was introduced to Casey’s writing through a Canadian Daddy Blog group on Facebook and I was immediately hooked.  I like Casey’s posts, I like his outlook on life and I like the way he interacts with the other dads in the group but I really like his lists.  :) After seeing one of his lists, I have to run back and adjust or re-do mine.

Please go check out Casey’s blog right now!  Read some posts, leave some comments and get to know Casey.

Casey can also be found on Twitter, Facebook, and much more, found through his blog.  Please like, add and follow him on social media and show him some love.

Thanks!

The Urban Daddy.

 

So THAT’s What Happened To The “Other” Kid…


I don’t even know where to start this gem, from my daughter…

I had cut a watermelon into chunks and was in the process of putting them into Pyrex so I could put them in the fridge when my daughter sauntered over to warm me about the perils of eating watermelon seeds;

Boo: “Daddy, be careful when you eat that watermelon not to eat the purple or the pink seeds”.

Me: “Errr, okay.  I won’t eat the purple or the pink seeds”.

Who knew...
Who knew…

Boo: “Remember my other brother, the third one (she only has 2 brother’s)?  He ate the pink and purple seeds… The pink ones!  And he turned into a watermelon and we all ate him.  Do you remember that?  I do”.

Me: Laughing.

Boo: “Yeah, I remember him.  I miss him, but he tasted good.  His name was, ummm, Josh.  Yeah.  Josh”.

Me: Still laughing.

Boo: “So, yeah, Daddy… Please don’t eat the pink or purple  seeds.  Think of poor Josh”.

Away she walked.

#Only4