Yup… I finally ran this morning…


I finally went for a run this morning, and it was a brief one, yet it was a LONG time coming.  It’s been 3 months since I tore my calf muscle playing ball hockey and while my ball hockey team forages ahead without me, I could only stretch so much…

So I hopped on the treadmill, set the speed to 5km/h and the incline to a whopping “1”, and after 17 minutes of brisk walking, I ran for 4 minutes.  4 long, tiring minutes waiting for my lungs to jump out of my chest or my calf muscle to tweak.

Neither happened.

So I walked for 2 minutes, then ran for 2 more minutes.

Then I could go no more.

So I stretched some more, took a quick shower and got on with my day.  It only took me 2 hours to cool my body down for that teeny-weeny run.  A testament to how awful my conditioning has become.

Hopefully this is the start of something positive because I want to drop 15lbs before summer vacation and eventually get back to playing ball hockey.

To do that I’ll need to be able to run for 30 minutes regularly and easily…

It really is harder to get back into playing shape as you age!  Especially when you can’t exercise that hard…

At least I ran today.  Hopefully this puts me on the road to recovery!

Live-In Caregiver Solutions: Wee Care Placement Agency – February SALE!


For everyone asking me for a sample nanny contract – the government has removed their online version – I now have one available!  I reached out to Robyn Zeldin who operates the Wee Care Nanny Placement Agency here in Toronto and she provided me with a sample, and can provide you with one as well.wee care logo

We used the Wee Care Nanny Placement Agency for all of the sponsoring, paperwork and requirements of the Canadian Live-in Caregiver Program for the 3 caregivers that were under our care. Robyn and her company are great – especially through the hiring our first nanny – because not only did they do all the paperwork, but they made sure we were compliant with the programs’ requirements, they prepped us for the interview with the government and helped us set up our home to welcome our caregiver.

When we had questions, concerns or issues, we turned to Robyn and her company.  When the caregiver’s had questions or needed clarification on things, they turned to Robyn and her company.

They really matched our family with the perfect caregiver – our last caregiver was with us for 6-years until she went back home to get married.

Wee Care was also able to help with part-time and temporary placement, as well as with the contract, do’s and don’ts and pretty much everything else.

When you’re in business over 20-years, there is a good reason for it!

I’ve referred friends to Robyn at Wee Care for LMIA processing because, to be honest, it’s a giant pain in the butt to do especially with young children, and Robyn’s team quickly and happily took that over that headache and processed all the documents with Service Canada. They’re a one-stop shop!

Here is their website: www.weecareplacementagency.com

Find them on Facebook at: www.facebook.com/Wee-Care-Placement-Agency

They also have a company called In A Pinch@ www.inapinch.ca which offers babysitting services – a couple of hours or a couple of couple of months.


SALE

For The Urban Daddy readers, Wee Care Nanny Placement Agency is having a Family Day Flash Sale on their services from this Friday, February 12th, to Monday February 29th.

For $700 + HST, they will advertise, complete and process your LMIA application.

Call them at 416.789.3070, or email them at weecare@rogers.com.

 

THIS is What Weighs on the Minds of the Youth of Today…


I wish that I could get into the head of my children!

It seems to be WAY more fun in there, than in the “real” world and sometimes you can just tell when you look at them that they are off in their own world probably having a great time.

Sometime I forget that children possess a combination of curiosity, and I-don’t-care in the way they look at life and when you take into account their naivety, and their innocence, its no wonder they want to be in their own little world.

But to hear what they are thinking about can come at an unexpected time and can often be refreshing and hilarious, take for example the comment blurted out in the car by my son Stewie;

“By the time I am ready to buy a car there won’t be any good license plates left…”

Ummmm…

Yes, that might be the case, my wife and I struck with silence and as processed this odd comment, and of course, he was not finished, so he completed his thought with this;

“I’ll get stuck with a sucky license plate like Poop-so.”

So not only was he concerned that all of the good license plates will have been taken in, what, 10-15 years when he will have his own car,  but he has actually given thought to what that license plate he will be stuck with, will say.

“Poop-so”.

Well, son, Poop-so is a pretty cool license plate.

 

Dinks, Doinks, Clowns and Jerks… How our conversation on the ride home from school progressed…


If only I could record everything that my children say which is either clever, hilarious or unexpected… They’re awesome and I love having conversations with them, or just listening to them, as they grow up.

The ride home from school was no exception.  It began with my play-by-play recap of my ball-hockey game last night, actually both my ball hockey games – back-to-back, but thinking about it now, I’m not sure they asked so much as I wanted to tell them.  LOL.  During the first game, I was one of three defensemen then moved to become one of 5 forwards.  There was a lot of running and there is nothing I like more than getting my money’s worth and running my ass of at these games!

What I wanted to tell my kids was about one play where an opposition player ran a pick play on me, and then my reaction.  My hope is always that by taking the higher road, I can teach my children how to react in situations like these and keep them from doing or saying something which can cause them pain or suffering.

So on this play, and I’m a big guy, the opposing player caught me with a knee in my thigh as I was chasing his teammate around the net trying to scoop the ball off of his stick.  That hit sent me flying and I was upset there was no penalty called because our team needed to score and the power play would have helped, not because he took a cheap shot which hurt like heck.

I thought I could still draw the penalty, so I called the guy exactly what I thought he was… a clown.

He flipped out.  He said to me, “What? You called me a clown?”

“Yes” I replied. “You’re a Clown! Who else knees someone in the thigh while they are chasing someone… a clown.  It suits your playing style and ability since they’re both a joke.”

He thought about it, and laughed.

I took two or three steps away from him – walking towards the bench – when I turned, looked back at him and said “I HATE clowns.”

He flipped out.

The referee stepped in to keep him from getting to me, and he was yelling all kinds of stuff but all I heard was, “blah, blah, blah.”  He eventually got a penalty for unsportsmanlike conduct.  I was sore, but all smiles on the bench.

The rest of the game he kept his distance from me.

So I told this story to my kids – explaining how I didn’t fight, or try to hurt him, because that is not nice, and I didn’t yell or swear at him, because we don’t do that.  I expected a meaningful dialogue about respect, sportsmanship, and playing hard but not going over the edge, or about keeping emotions in check… But instead I got this question right away;

“Daddy, if you don’t like clowns did you like former WWF (now WWE) wrestler Doink the Clown?”

“No”, I said. “Only when he turned bad and became evil Doink.”

Then this came out of my mouth…

“I mean clowns might as well be called what they really are… Jerks. I mean who else hides their face under white make-up, a wig and a fake nose so that they can spray water in your face or make you shake their hands where they have the hand buzzer… A jerk does that.”

My other son then asked; “What about Dink? Doink’s son?”

I replied, “I think naming a wrestler “dink” is always a bad idea since when I was growing up a “dink” was either the name kids called their penis or a name for a small metal car (dinky cars).”

“So Dink was a penis?” my brilliant child asks?

“No”, I said. “It’d be like saying Penis’ Penis… Oh, forget it.”

Then I changed the topic.

:)