Category Archives: Dad to Dad

Rewarding good is easier than punishing bad

Recently my wife emailed me an article that said preschoolers respond well to charts and stickers as a means of positive reinforcement, so we’ve been giving it a try for the past 2 weeks and it seems to be paying off.

We have set up a simple system where The Girl gets a sticker when she does certain tasks. Full cooperation with her nightly routine (getting in and out of the bath, putting her pj’s on and brushing her teeth) earns her a sticker. Sleeping through the night in her own bed gets a sticker. If she does come down to our bed, crawling in quietly without waking anyone up also gets her a sticker. Fully cooperating with her morning routine (eating breakfast, picking clothes, getting dressed, etc.) also earns a sticker. Once she gets 10 stickers she gets a reward.

So far, we’ve done 2 rewards (a new bed for one of her dolls and a trip to Dairy Queen for an ice cream cone). What we are planning to do for the rewards is write a bunch of them down on pieces of paper and stick them in a jar. Rewards run the gammut from the small like a package of gum or buying a piece of candy out of the vending machine after her swimming lessons, to medium rewards like getting a new book from the bookstore, to large like getting a new toy. To save our pocketbook (and to lower the risk of her expecting a big toy everytime she gets 10 stickers), we have way more small rewards than big. In fact, the buy a new toy is really the only big one. When she gets 10 stickers she can pick one from the jar.

It’s really amazing how much more cooperation we get with a bit of sugar than having to constantly bang our head against the wall and engage in a battle of wills to get the simple routine things done.

Bribery? Maybe so. But for the past 2 weeks we have had peace and cooperation in our house. And we have been laughing a heck of a lot more with each other than we had been in the previous month. And that, for all of us, is the real reward.

“When your child is the least loveable, he needs the most love.”

I love reading Dad blogs. It may sound obvious, but I don’t know how many times I have found like minded people struggling with, or who have struggled through, the same issues I am dealing with. This week, two blog posts really hit home for me.

We have been having such a struggle with The Girl lately. Everyday seems to end up in tears for someone in this family, and she is usually the unlucky recipient. Both Mom and I have been short with her, and our tempers flair pretty easily.

I won’t dwell on the details, but suffice to say she is going through some stuff. Probably not unlike most of the stuff a 3 1/2 year old with a new sibling goes through, but we can’t help to think that she is more sensitive to the world around her, and as a result her reactions to things are more intense.

I was so happy to read I have highly sensitive Okapis at Two Okapis. So much of that piece sounds like us right now, and he helped give our sensitive child theory some context as part of the piece deals with some research and theories about highly sensitive people.

High sensitivity really comes from a highly attuned nervous system. The best example I read was that when an average child walks into a room they see the room, the people and maybe the furniture. But when a highly sensitive child walks into the same room, they notice the people, the room and the furniture, but they also notice the details of the room, the mood of the room, the mood and feelings of all of the people and it can be overwhelming. It is why they might be afraid of large groups or feel “shy.” It is likely they are not shy as much as overwhelmed by all of the stimuli they have been receiving.

That is The Girl.

One recent concrete example of this perceptiveness happened last weekend. We went to watch her cousin play rugby and, somehow through all the scrums and flying body parts, from high atop the viewing stands, The Girl notices one of the girls on the field wearing a yellow Lance Armstrong bracelet. It took me a few moments to find it. I couldn’t see anything. Somehow she managed to zoom in on this minute detail. She is like that and, like Two Okapis, I sometimes forget that. The Girl experiences life at a higher level of detail than most and that in itself has to be overwhelming. I need to cut her some more slack.

The second post was from Paul Abra over the the Island Parent blog, who reminded me that:

On occasion we, as parents, find ourselves exasperated with the behaviour of our sons or daughters. During a temper tantrum in a store or being mean to a sibling. Whatever the situation, however “rotten” the behaviour, we must somehow overcome our frustration or anger and show our unconditional love for the child. Often when we’re dealing with difficult children, they and we lose the sight of the fact that we love them.

Too true. Thanks Dad bloggers. You guys really help me keep it all in perspective.

We interupt this blog for a juice break

Looks like my plea for more free swag to review paid off!

Dan at TrueBlue Blueberry Juice fired off some free samples to us. We got it, chilled it up and slurped it back in a couple of days. Verdict from all of us? Super yummy.

One of the blend varieties Dan sent us was a Blueberry/Blackberry blend that was a real hit. We’re Blackberry pickers, and spend a few days each August picking and freezing the berries. My wife’s hoarding tendencies actually turn her into a bit of a crack the whip berry bitch each August, but I digress. Getting the blackberry blend was a nice bonus.

My wife is kicking around a summer cocktail idea with it…vodka, crushed ice and the blackberry/blueberry juice. She calls it a Black n’ Blue. There are a few recipes on their website that look quite tasty, including this Blueberry Savoury Vinaigrette that would be great on a summer salad.

The only downside is that the juice has added sugar – cane sugar, mind you, but still added sugar. We’ve been very careful about giving sugar fruit juices to the girl. At 3, she has enough manic energy without having to give an extra dose of sugar in her drinks. But we cut her juice with water, so that helps.

If you want to try it, you can download a $1 off coupon from their website.

Now, I’m just hoping someone from DIRECTV reads this, realizes I can give them a free plug to 12 readers and decides to send me a demo of this so I can watch these guys while sitting on the beach. With a Black n’ Blue in my hand, natch.

Books, books, everywhere the books

Dad blogs are becoming the place for publishers to promote the new wave of Dad books that seem to be cropping up these days like spring tulips. I’m not complaining, send em on in (and any other free stuff you product promoters happen to have lying around). I only wish I had the time to actually read this stuff.

I, like Daddy Forever, am the proud owner of a new promo copy of Punk Rock Dad: No Rules, Just Real Life by Jim Lindberg of Pennywise. Really, when you are a punk and have lived the full punk life, what could be more punk to your circle of conformity rejecting anarchist friends than, uh, settling down and having kids.

Also sent to me recently is Fat, Forty, Fired, a book that has been nicely reviewed by Ben Murphy at The Father Life (who also did an interview with the author Nigel Marsh).

To round out the trilogy of promo books is the unfortunately titled The Dangerous Book for Boys. This is a very interesting book that, as a young lad, would have kept me occupied for hours with it’s how to instructions on creating invisible ink, knot tying, and building a tree house.

However, I have a real beef with book (here’s were the unfortunate title part comes in). As the father of a daughter, I can’t help but feel defensive that this book is so obvious in it’s “boys only” stance. I realize that book publishers have to come up with a catchy title to engage their target audience immediately, but girls can’t build tree forts, tie knots and delve into the finer points of baseball trivia?

Mind you, the subject matter of the book hearkens back to a bygone era when young scalawags whiled away a lazy afternoon building rafts and floating down the ol’ Mississip’ while using their secret decoder rings to decipher Navajo code, so it shouldn’t surprise me that the sign on this fort clearly says “No Girls Allowed!”

While we are on the subject of books, my good friend Paul Abra at the Island Parent blog has recommended a couple of fine books for parents dealing with teens. If you are a parent of a teen and navigating the murky waters of risky behaviour, check out his recommendations.

Board Games

This post over at Strollerbaby is extremely timely for us as we have just started introducing The Girl to the wonderful world of board games.

When I was growing up, my family was a game family. We would sit around and play Clue, Sorry, Mil Bornes and, if it was a special occasion, Rummoli (which, for better or for worse, hooked me on poker at the age of 8). Some of my best memories are of playing board games with my family.

There are some great suggestions over at Strollerbaby. To add to those, here are a couple of games we’ve recently picked up for The Girl that have gone over really well.

Don’t Break the Ice is a classic game where you try to tap out blocks of ice one by one without shattering the whole ice surface, which causes the skating bear to fall thru the ice. Easy to play for a 3 year old and a great hand eye coordination exercise trying to tap out the bricks with just the right force.

Another classic Hasbro game that has also gone over well is Don’t Spill the Beans. The trick is to drop beans onto the pot’s lid, one by one, without spilling them. The more beans there are, the harder it is. When the pot gets unbalanced, over spill the beans and everyone laughs and has a good time. This one does have a lot of small parts that could be a bit of a problem if you have a really young child around.

Death, Taxes and Hybrid Minivans

Like death and taxes, there seems to be 2 inevitable consumer truths that come with having multiple kids.

  1. You will buy a double stroller
  2. You will covet your friends minivan

I know, I know…you swear up and down that you can get by without either, especially the minivan since it carries a whole whack of baggage with it (both figurative and literal). But in the end, you will succumb to the lure of extra room.

We broke down on point one this week and purchased a double stroller. Not quite what we wanted, but we weren’t prepared to take out a second mortgage, so we settled for a much more modest Schwinn Safari that was on sale for 1/2 price at our local auto centre (go figure they would sell strollers).

My advice to my expecting-a-first-child-with-plans-on-having-two friends is to take the plunge, save yourself some cash and get the double right off the bat. Skip the single stroller completely and jump in with both feet. It’ll save you having to convert your garage into a stroller showroom with a vast collection of singles, doubles, umbrellas, etc..

Now, onto inevitable truth #2. Lately, I have begun coveting my friends minivans – a menagerie of Toyota, Mazda, Ford, and Dodge units in all shapes, sizes and colours.

We have resisted, mostly because our basic 4 door Mazda Protege is paid for full and clear and I’m not hot on going 30k into debt just for a bit more luggage space. However, with camping/beach/outing season coming quickly, I can see where the pull will become stronger.

So, here’s an obvious question to the auto industry. Why no hybrid minivan? I mean, I can get any number of SUV’s in hybrid mode, but can’t find a single minivan on the market using hybrid technology. Certainly ours is not the only family out there that would love to go hybrid, but the options for a family friendly version are not there.

All my research has shown that the earliest we’ll see a hybird minivan on the market is 2008 – a Toyota Sienna. And that is it. No other car manufacturer seems to have a hybrid minivan on the radar.

Are we the only family in North America chomping at the bit for a hybrid minivan? I know the auto industry is downright hostile when it comes to the idea that vehicles can run on energy other than petroleum. But a hybrid minivan seems like such a no-brainer to me that the financial lure would be too strong even for the auto industry.

Looks like our next vehicle will be a Toyota.

20 reasons why sex is good for you

Not that we needed 20, mind you. One is more than enough. But just in case here is some ammunition are some scientifically proven, thoroughly sound and valid reasons you and your partner should kick the libido up a notch.

3. Sex rewires you for pleasure – Every time you share a positive experience with your partner, your brain comes to associate him or her with pleasure. You can transform any relationship simply by increasing the number of enjoyable times you share together.

9. Healthier heart – Women who have more sex have higher levels of estrogen, which protects against heart disease.

10. Cure for the common cold – Once-a-week sex produces 30 percent higher levels of immunoglobulin A, which boosts the immune system.

12. Peppy prostate – Some urologists believe they see a relationship between infrequency of ejaculation in men and cancer in the prostate.

19. Protection against Alzheimer’s and osteoporosis – Women who have more sex have higher levels of estrogen, which protects against Alzheimer’s and osteoporosis.

Hey, if one of these works for you, don’t thank me…thank the original poster of the article (where you will find all 20).

Making Meatloaf Fun

We’re lucky. The Girl is usually a “good eater”. She’ll always try new things and usually will sit with us for meals. But, like most Toddlers, she does go through fussy phases.

Fortunately, The Girl has a very cuisine creative Mom who knows that when it comes to food for toddlers, fun = fed. And the fun comes in the presentation.

Last week we got to experience one of Mom’s new creations: Meatloaf Cupcakes.

Right away, the word “cupcakes” peaked The Girl’s interest. Mom cooked the meatloaf in cupcake containers, set them down on the table and gave us some potato “icing”. After The Girl iced up her cupcake, she got some peas, corn and green beans to decorate it. It was a smashing success. She gobbled up her cupcake, and then asked to decorate another.

Cook and serve the cupcakes in a few of these Silly Feet Silicone Baking Cups and you’ve got yourself a laughing toddler.

By the way, if you purchase something from Amazon via dadventure.ca, I get a little love back from them. So, if you do, thanks! I use the little bit of cash to pay for things like web hosting for the site…and the occasional beer.

Blogging Daddies: rounding up the daddy blogosphere

Here’s a number of Dad blog posts that I found interesting this week.

Okay, off to play with the Lego!

Why is it when you say the word vasectomy to people they make that clicking sound?

You know the sound. It’s the same sound a kid might make when they click a picture on their imaginary camera. When you talk vasectomy, that’s one of the standard reactions I seem to get. Or (if it is another guy), they sometimes purse their lips, furrow their brow and feign a pained look on their face.

I know both reactions. I’ve been guilty of them myself in the past. But now that I’ve had one, I have seen the error of my ways.

From this point on, I vow never to wince in imaginary pain, cross my legs in a mock protection stance, refer to it as “the big snip”, or make that clicking sound that my wife is quite fond of making when another guy talks to me about their vasectomy.

A few hours have passed since the procedure and all feels well. All in all, it was simple, quick and pain free. Even the needle for the local wasn’t that bad. Really, the worst part of the whole experience so far has been trading in in my boxers for tighty whitey’s for a week. And when you consider what some of the alternatives are, this was a much less painful option. (thanks to At Home Dad for the link)

The great art cull of 2007

How long do you keep your kids art and what do you do with it?

Everyday The Girl is at preschool they do an art project, and every one of them comes home at some point. Add on to that the numerous arts and crafts she does at home and soon you have a mountain of half finished drawings, paintings, scribbles and popsicle stick creations.

We’re in the process of doing a cull and having to decide what to keep and what to toss. The tossing is hard. Normally, I’m as efficient as the crew on Clean Sweep, but when it comes to The Girl’s art, I need a bit of declutter therapy as parting is very difficult. I guess it’s the fear that someday I’ll want to look back on this stuff as a reminder of the little girl she used to be. But how much do I need to trigger that memory, and what pieces will do it?

Our process for deciding what stays and what goes is something like this.

  1. Does the piece have sentimental meaning? The paintings and artwork The Girl did specifically for her baby brother when he was still in utero, for example, will stay and perhaps get framed for The Boy’s bedroom. Anything she does that is specifically for someone stays.
  2. Did the artwork represent a significant development moment? We have the first drawing of a person that she did, as much of a person drawing as a 3 year old can do, with arms and legs sticking out of a big amoeba like shape on the page.
  3. Does it have a letter of the alphabet on it? Lately this has taken on more significance, but I’m sure once we have a thousand pieces of paper with a red painted M on it we’ll change our mind and it will go into the discard pile.
  4. Is this art associated with a memory? There are pieces that have reminders of things and events attached to them. Those stay.
  5. Do we like it? This is the toughest and most subjective criteria, but The Girl has done some lovely pieces, especially when she plays with water colours. I love the way she mixes colour with some of these, so they stay.

That seems to reduce the “keepable” stuff to around 25% of what we had. With this we label her name and date on it, and either pack it away for the basement to be pulled out at some future moment, or have on display in some fashion around the house. We also have a couple of items we want to do more with, like the picture she painted for her brother.

With the other 75%, we have been offering pieces to close friends and family (Grandparents are always good to take some stuff off your hands), taking some to work for offices and desktops, and recycling the rest. It’s a process that I am sure we will be going through many times throughout our lives. And I am sure each time it will be just as difficult as The Great Art Cull of 2007 is turning out to be.

Two is much harder than one

Yes, it seems obviously self evident, but I never realized just how much more difficult it would be. It is not a simple equation where 2 kids = 2 times as hard. It’s more than that.

With one kid, we always had some respite close at hand – the other parent. If what you were doing wasn’t working, you could always do the hand off and take a break. Now, there is no hand off, only a trade. You trade a newborn for a 3 year old or vice versa. You are always dealing with kids.

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Doodoo, Beep and Gwanka: The Influence of Imaginary Friends

The friends as bad influences has already begun with The Girl. Only, these friends happen to be imaginary and we are trying to figure out how best to deal with them.

Beep, despite her name, is the quiet one and Gwanka…well, we’re not too sure about Gwanka, other than she is from Mexico and occasionally shows up to play in the backyard. But that damn DooDoo is really getting on my nerves. If there is a convenient scapegoat in our house, it’s DooDoo. Continue reading

Tips for Toddler Bedtime

Further to my last post about bedtime battles, I found this good video on the Parentcentre website. It has some good ideas on how to avoid the bedtime power struggles.

Also, tonight during our routine I flipped The Girl upside down while Mom brushed her teeth. The Girl got a big kick out of upside down brushing and we had the easiest tooth brushing we’ve had in many weeks. The rest of the night wasn’t quite so smooth, but it’s a start!

10 Things I Learned From My 4-Year Old

I loved this blog posting from Dad Steve Olson called 10 Things I Learned from My 4-Year-Old. Too bad that the comments section degenerates into juvenile name calling regarding Steve’s wish to teach his kids that when the cat dies he went to heaven. Regardless of what my beliefs may be, if Steve wishes to teach his kids that there is a heaven then great. If he wanted to teach his kids otherwise, then that is great as well. The key point here is that he is teaching and passing on his values.

It’s tough to know how to handle the death thing. On one hand, saying that when things die they go to heaven seems to be an easy concept for kids to understand, despite the fact that it leads to bigger questions, which can also be handled with concrete answers. I think kids like concrete, and I can see where the idea that there is a physical place in the sky called heaven would be comforting for kids. The notion that we may just “stop” is hard for grown-ups to comprehend, let alone a pre-schooler.

At our house, we talk openly about death and dying with The Girl – my wife’s Mom passed away before she was born and we still talk about her to The Girl to keep her spirit alive. As my wife says, she wants The Girl to grow up knowing her Grandma despite the fact she is not physically here.

In addition, one of The Girl’s favorite books is called Day of the Dead, all about the Mexican celebration. This is a favorite.

I think may parents – both moms and Dads – can relate to Steve’s list, and it is a good reminder that in the school of life, we are both teachers and students.