My son and daughter are four years apart, so I haven't experience fighting exactly. I have experienced the my four-year-old becoming jealous and/or hogging toys, utilizing his physical power over the situation. The conflicts I experience have a lot to do with obtaining parental attention and blockading the crawling 10-month-old away from small toys. But … Continue reading When to Referee, When to Coach and When to Sit the Bench
Month: January 2017
That’s Nice. My Pre-schooler Has a Powerdrill! Put It Down. And Now He Hates Me.
My four-and-a-half year old son is as independent as it gets, unless we're visiting extended relatives that are new to him every time we visit, every couple of years. So he's rummaging downstairs in our unfinished basement. This place is full of treasures to a boy his age and full of junk waiting to be … Continue reading That’s Nice. My Pre-schooler Has a Powerdrill! Put It Down. And Now He Hates Me.
How Much is That Doggie in The Window Correction
My nine-month-old daughter received a mechanical plush puppy that plays the Pattie Page classic "How Much is That Doggie in The Window" when you push a button on the side of its right paw. It's funny watching her older brother as she gets gifts, because he doesn't waste any time jumping in and getting his … Continue reading How Much is That Doggie in The Window Correction
The Weight and Responsibility of Defining Your Child’s Self
Be you. Discover your dreams and chase them. Don't let anyone hold you back. All of these inspiring and motivating sentences are great, and I'm a big proponent of dream chasing and self improvement. But how do I figure out who I am to chase my dreams? Or better yet, as a father, how do … Continue reading The Weight and Responsibility of Defining Your Child’s Self
Fatherhood Stripped of Technology, for at Least One Night
The nightmare was real. I had pulled up to my house after ending the work day naked. Not without clothes naked but without technology naked. Stripped of Facebook announcements, text messages and the ability to check my email five times per minute. I'm ashamed to admit there was anxiety about missing some important phone call or … Continue reading Fatherhood Stripped of Technology, for at Least One Night