Tonight I received a call from Paris’s dad who was quite concerned over a conversation he had with Paris.  I knew as soon as I heard his voice that this was not going to be a fun talk.  Paris told him that her 1st grade teacher had sent home pills for her to take.  Going back in time about a year ago, Paris’s teacher was convinced she has A.D.D.  We had talked about it and she told me she would send Paris home with some natural medication she had given her own daughter to help with a.d.d.  I attempted to give one to Paris but she wouldn’t take it and that was the end of that.  I figured since it was natural there was no harm in giving them to her and if I saw a significant difference in her after taking them for a couple of weeks I would tell her dad and deal with it then. 

Normally, her dad and I discuss everything and come to an agreement on whatever issues need to be worked out.  However, bringing up the topic of A.D.D. always ended up in an argument.  It was something I had long considered might be an issue for her.  After all, her dad was diagnosed with it and I positively tested for it as well (although rare, yes someone who is very organized can have it) so it was safe to assume Paris would have it.  However, he would not accept it and refused discussing putting her on medication.  I was more open to the idea, even though I’m also one to look at more natural remedies and possible other explanations then automatically assuming it’s this over hyped up condition called A.D.D.  So when the idea that she can be helped through natural resources was presented to me, I thought I would test it out and see what happens.

So fast forward to today’s convo and he was quite upset that I didn’t discuss this with him first.  I explained that it was natural and I didn’t give it to her (well technically I did but she didn’t take it).  This put his mind at ease, but I could tell that if I had given her actual meds without his consent he would have lost his damn mind.  And rightfully so.  If the shoe was on the other foot, so would I.  Hell, I get upset when he gets her hair trimmed because my mom is a hairdresser and he knows that she exclusively cuts her hair and how dare he do that behind my back without my consent (sounds even more immature now that I write it) but hey, it’s the principle that matters here. Continue reading »

 

We create our own drama.

I know that’s a hard concept to swallow, but it’s true. We like to think our parenting efforts are geared towards happy outcomes. Yet often our agendas and expectations get in the way of the natural flow of things. When this happens, we forget to yield to what is actually going on in a situation, and end up creating chaos that could have been avoided if we just stopped an re-assessed.

Have you ever tried to get your kids to eat their vegetables? I feel confident you can relate to this particular battle, and what I call ‘Dinner Drama’. If you are willing, take my experience from the other night, and see if you can spot times when you’ve created drama that could have been avoided with a little flexibility and a willingness to meet your kids half way.

 
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“No one can go back and make a brand new start. Anyone can start from now and make a brand new ending.”

As many of you who have followed me over the years know, I have had my share of set backs. I will tell you that if I knew then what I know now, I would have been more at peace. When I first found out that my wife was having an issue with alcohol I really didn’t share it with anyone. After all I am a man and men are not good at sharing. We like to internalize our thoughts and feelings. A lot of times we men perceive it to be a sign of weakness. Once I learned that I was not weak I began to share what was going on in my life. It amazed me to learn how many other people had experienced the same issues in their life. It seemed like everyone had a close friend or family member that had an issue with alcohol at one time or another. I started to realize that the kids and I were not alone. In a strange way this made me feel better but at the same time made me sad for those who had gone through the exact experiences as I was.

Well here I am years later, a bit wiser but at the same time a bit scared. I will never be able to put those experiences behind me and quite honestly I don’t want to. They have made me stronger, wiser and more resilient. I wish for my children’s sake that they did not have to happen but they did. All that we can do as a family is learn from them and hopefully reach out to help others. Continue reading »

 

I love, August!

Love, love, love, August!

To this day, when he is in my arms, as I get him to sleep, it is the exact same as the day I held him in my arms for the first time.

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Paris has finally lost one of her top front teeth or as she called it when she was younger, her “toofus”.  She looks so freggin adorable I can hardly stand it.  Her other tooth turned Gray when she was 2 because she fell down and hit it.  Of course, not wanting her to feel bad about the way it looks, I have told her it’s her special tooth.  I wish she would lose that one right now so I can see her with both front teeth missing.  Her tooth fairies name is Sabrina.  Her dad forgot to put money under her pillow this time and when she woke up to look for it and it wasn’t there, of course, she was upset.   So I told her that Sabrina was on vacation and she left the responsibility of putting the money under the pillow to her assistant and her assistant forgot.  So I made a special call and Sabrina came off her vacation specifically to handle the situation.  Good ole Sabrina.

That reminds me of a funny saying Paris once said to me.  I was lying on the ground, pretty exhausted, and she lies on top of me and says, “Mom, I love you so much, you’re like my assistant.”  LOL.  What comes out of the mouth of babes.   The even funnier thing is she had two assistants in Kindergarten.  One who carried her book bag for her.  She downgraded to one assistant in 1st grade and now there has been no talk of any more assistants in 2nd grade.   Must be the economy.

She wears her toothless grin with such pride.  It’s interesting to me that when we are younger, appearance doesn’t matter as much.  Physical appearance or how we naturally show up.  Paris is very animated, funny, loud and silly.  She has absolutely no problem break dancing in public, doing a cart wheel or hand stand while we are just walking around or even doing a spontaneous performance of Thriller in Target.  I’m not kidding.  I love that about her and I miss that about myself.  I would say, I perform random acts of silliness in public without any shame more than the average adult, but I do still have my ego and sometimes Paris wants me to engage in silliness that is beyond my ego’s comfort level.  I don’t want to tell her it’s too embarrassing which frustrates me cuz I don’t want to care how much attention I’ll draw to me.  But sometimes, I just do.  So sue me.  I do.  But then there are other times when I’m so caught up in the fun of acting like a kid, that Paris looks at me and says, “Mom, you’re embarrassing me.”  Oy vei.  Continue reading »

 

There is something seductively comforting about a bowl of homemade Mac ‘n Cheese on a cold day.

“What?!”, you say. “YOU, the Nutritionist, eat Mac ‘n Cheese?”

Well, not all the time. In fact, I had totally given up on this fat-laden food many years ago. Then Andrew made it one blustery day back in September. Wow, it was exceptional, and it clued me in to why Max finds such comfort in this tasty treat!

We all have our list of comfort foods. Yes, even the self-righteous…uh, I mean, healthy eaters like me gravitate towards familiar, soothing, heavy foods when the colder weather hits. Seriously, when it’s 40 degrees outside, the salads and smoothies just don’t cut it! Pastas, pancakes, potatoes, meatloaf, hot apple pie – now that’s more like it. Continue reading »