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A Random Thought From a Child…


Random thoughts and comments are the best blogging material on the planet!  They also serve the purpose of providing me with a permanent memory of cute, funny or unusual things said by my children while they are still quite young.

This ditty came from a six-year-old girl…

 

Her:

“Daddy…

The bald spot on the top of your head is very soft…

Cats’ fur is also very soft…

What kind of fur does Hello Kitty have?

Do you know what’s bad? Jealousy is bad…

Bullying is bad too.”

 

Me:  “Did they teach you in that at school?”

Her:  “No, I just knew that.”

 

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When Your Math-Loving Child Wants to Express Their Love…


My math-loving child must really love me!

He said;

“Dad, I love you more than a decimal irrational number…”

I tried to pretend that I knew what that meant, but then he said;

“It’s never ending…”

 

Awwww….

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What Is In Your Child’s Hockey Bag?


I’m new to the concept of being a “hockey parent”.

A year ago my son could not even skate, and today he’s in a Learn To Play hockey league and he’s doing just fine, thank you very much.  For a child who doesn’t like to watch hockey, or know much about the sport, he has become the complete opposite of me, who was a diehard hockey fan, but never played the sport.

Growing up in the Great White North, I never really learned to skate and I never played ice hockey as one would expect every Canadian man, woman and child would have.  At all.  No organized hockey, no shiny, I’m not sure if I was even on ice with a stick and puck more than once or twice in my entire life until I turned 20 and decided to help coach a kids ice hockey team (at 5am and 6am on Sunday mornings).

I helped teach the kids to be better hockey players – skill-wise, understanding the game and reminding them to be nice on the ice and not to play dirty or take short-cuts, and they taught me to skate.  I had taken and completed my level-one Coaching Theory Certification for a Canadian Coaching Certification, and I liked the coaching which I did for 6 years until other things came along.

Fast forward to the children, and to my chagrin, my kids never took an interest in the sport so I was off the hook… Until last year.

Now, we happily take him to his practice / game and he loves it. (Although I still can’t get him to watch hockey on TV, or to call he puck a puck and not a ball).

But over the last couple of weeks he’s forgotten things in his hockey bag – neck guard one week, then his hockey pants the following week – so I made him write down the contents of his bag so he won’t forget anything  from now on, and this is what I got:

Top of the page “Hockey”

Underneath the title started the list;

“helmet”

“Jersey”

“Neck g” (guard?!?)

“Chest pad” (Looks like it was a chess pad first)

“Skates”

“Jok” (giggle – Jock)

“Socks”

“elbow p”

“leg Protect” (or shin pads)

“gloves”

“pants”

Nice!

I added the water bottle, towel, skate towel, and pj’s to wear underneath).  I also told him for the umpteenth time that in Grade 3 we had to pick French names for French class, and since my name, Warren, doesn’t really have a cool French name, I wanted “Guy” for Guy Lafleur, but my best friend – a HUGE Canadiens fan – chose Guy so I got Jacques.  Jacques Strappe was name French name for the next 2 years… UGH.

Oh, and he scored last game.  Could not have been more proud!  Of him and for him.

#3

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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.

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Random Children Car Conversations: “That Really Sucks, Eh?”


Driving in the car with children, as you all well know, can be either a pleasure or a pain depending on a number of factors usually beyond our control as parents.  In fact, children even have the ability to be educational or hilarious in the car, if they want, but being disruptive and difficult is usually the easiest.

Every now and then they say something funny, brilliant or even hilarious, which must be shared with the world…

A couple of weeks ago, while driving in the car with the children, our 9-year-old son, Linus began a rather short discussion with my wife which showed us that he is finally understanding the meaning of life and that – as we’ve been saying all along – life ain’t fair.

pumpkin stairs
Not related to the post, but rather the weather! Our steps last fall.

I had to share it!

Linus: “Mummy, you know when you find that perfect spot in bed that is so comfortable and warm and then, of course, you have to get up to pee and when you come back to bed, you cannot find that spot again?”

Mummy: “Yes”
Linus: “That sucks, eh?”