Terrible Twos

I’ve been in education and studying child development and child psychology most of my life. I’ve seen the struggle, I know the struggle, I live the struggle. The struggle is real. Picking and choosing the battles to fight with your child is hard. Being able to systematically identify and follow through with which battles to chose and ultimately fight with your child is a challenge, but being consistent with those decisions is darn near impossible. 

Jax is at that age where he has figured out exactly what buttons to press to get us worked up. He knows the basics of right and wrong, don’t go near the fireplace (it’s “ha” as he says), we put out plate and cup in the sink after dinner- we don’t throw them against the wall, and as our favorite bedtime book so eloquently says, “tails are not for pulling.”  But what about the little things? You know the small stuff you’re not supposed to sweat? The battles that sometimes have to be avoided, but other times just can’t be ignored? I work with teachers on developing the skill of “active ignoring.” If a child is displaying attention seeking behaviors, then giving him the attention, even in a negative way, reinforces the negative behavior by giving the child what they want even if they achieve it in a negative way… (IE positive reinforcement is not always a good thing). In operant conditioning, positive reinforcement is the addition of a reinforcing stimulus following a behavior that makes it more likely that the behavior will occur again in the future.

But how, as a parent of a two and a half year old do I pick and chose what behaviors to ignore and which to address. For example, when a child misbehaves in a store, some parents might give them extra attention or even buy the child a toy. Children quickly learn that by acting out, they can gain attention from the parent or even acquire objects that they want.

So where does that apply and when is it impossible to carry out? I carry with me an extensive background of developing plans for students who need academic and or behavioral interventions. I know how to address these issues and work tirelessly to support teachers to promote student success in this area… and then I’m home… in sweatpants and getting ready to settle down and relax… read Jackson a book and head to bed…. and then it starts.

A tantrum that could make even a Kardashian who doesn’t get enough likes on Instagram jealous… it starts slow, but builds fast. An extended lower lip, squinted eyes and flailing hands and feet. Shrieking fills the air at ear popping decibels. I often find myself quietly whispering, “go ahead… flip out… you think this is my first rodeo?” I can’t even count how many times I have been able to actively ignore a tantrum or demands and then calmly be able to talk about what happened and discuss with the child the most effective way to “get what they want,” and tantruming is not that way. 

It’s easy, until it’s your own child… immediate breakdown of the rational decision making part of the brain. You try to keep calm. You actively ignore. You give reminders of the expected behaviors… You automatically go into self-preservation mode. Tantrums are the hurricanes of parenting. You can prepare all you want… cover up the windows, nail down the patio furniture, but no matter how ready you are about two minutes in you realize you are totally screwed.  

This tantrum phase is scary… he gets this look in his eyes that tells me he is surveying the landscape for something to destroy. Yes I ignore and retract and follow through with what I say. But then again, there are times where I’m just ready for the hurricane to end… I guess active ignoring only goes so far.  

A Football Mind


Steelers vs Chiefs… and Antonio Brown is back on punt returns… Someone explain to me why you would have the best wide receiver in all of football returning punts at all, let alone when you’re winning by 22 points?!!! Who’s calling the plays… a two year old!!?!

So I’m sitting here watching my 13th straight hour of football and I’m wondering if jax will want to play… I did… and I loved it. But that before all this concussion stuff. 

Back in the day as long as you could walk straight you went back in the game and to be honest I’m pretty sure I talked my way back into a few games w/ out being able to walk straight after a few hard hits.  I see so many parents opting out  of signing their kids up for football… and towns now have flag football for young kids.  (I think you have to be 10 to play in pads.)

I’m all for whatever sports this little guy wants to play.  I’d love to have him play football… but if he wants to stick to coaching… I guess I’d be ok with that too. 

Dad had some skills back in the day too!

Johnny Appleseed

This guy right here is officially earning his keep! All those times I had to bend over to pick stuff up off the floor… all the times I had to put away things on lower shelves… not anymore.

Everyone knows the best apples are on the bottom branches of the Apple tree. That’s common knowledge. The problem is no one wants to put in the effort to reach down and get them. Then this guys steps foot in the orchard and just takes over… he owns the Apple trees like his name was Johnny Appleseed…

Shorty just goes right for those low hanging apples… he knows they are the juiciest of the bunch. He only goes for the best… and the best are down low.

 

A Good Night Note

Jax, you’ll never know how I snuck into your room while you were sleeping. Unless you’re as good at faking you’re asleep as I am in the morning when the dogs wake up and I pretend I’m still passed out because I don’t want to get up to feed them and let them out. It’s one of those things as a person you will never quite understand until you have your own child. My nights used to be filled with a couple of movies or catching up with some DVRd episodes of Survivor Man. 

Now my nights consist of cleaning up around the house, running an eighth load of laundry, putting away 14 different Frozen and Peppa Pig stuffed animals and lastly watching you toss and turn and listen to you talk to yourself on the monitor. 

 I wish you knew how much of my time and thoughts you take up. I wish you know how some nights I lean over your crib and think about all the amazing things you’re going to do as you grow up. I hope one day you know how I would lean over and kiss you on your forehead and tell you how proud I am of you.  

I know this is one of those super corny, sentimental parent rants, but no matter what you think when you read this one day you won’t understand how much a father can love their son until you have your own. 

I love you little man! Sleep well. Do good sleepies!! 

Why My Kid Won’t Share

I’ve done it 10,000 times, I’ve seen parents do it 10,000 times. We teach it at school. They teach it on Sprout and Nick Jr. They model it on every children’s show on TV. The question is why?

Sharing is probably the most overused directive given by parents (besides DONT TOUCH THAT). You see, sharing is not necessarily caring. Why is it necessary for my child to give up something he is playing with just because some other child comes along and wants what he has. That does not happen in real life. I can’t walk down the road and tell a stranger that I want their coffee because I do t have any.

We need to teach children about patience and that the word no is not the end of the world. We are creating a civilization of massive cry babies who if they don’t get their way… well, they cry. Children need to understand that sharing doesn’t mean they have to give up something just because someone else wants it. It’s ok to for my son to tell another child that he’ll give up the Legos when he’s done playing with them.

I want my son to grow up knowing that he can say no to people (in a respectful way) and that is ok. Though I also want him to be able to identify the times where sharing or inviting others to play with him is ok as well. Children need to advocate for themselves. We need to teach and model for our children. But most of all we need to let them figure things out on their own and if jax doesn’t want to share his blocks then who am I to tell him he has to?!

The Green on the 4th Hole

This art thing is becoming quite the little hobby for Jackson “Pablo Picasso” Carmine.  Honestly he is really beginning to enjoy himself as he paints.  I really enjoined watching him look at the canvas and make conscious decisions about where he wanted to put the brush “next.”  We are also getting to a point where he is getting more paint on himself then he does on the actual canvas.

This painting… one of my favorites so far was a gift for Pop (The Original Carmine) on his 90th birthday.  After opening it up, turning it over and asking, “What the hell is it?”  He said it looked like the green of his favorite hole at his golf course.

So without further adieu… I present The Green on the 4th Hole:

 

 

Check out Jackson’s other works of art below:

Mini Monet I https://newdadchronicles.wordpress.com/2015/07/23/mini-monet/

Mini Monet II https://newdadchronicles.wordpress.com/2015/10/28/mini-monet-at-it-again/

Mini Monet III  https://newdadchronicles.wordpress.com/2016/05/25/mini-money-part-iii/

Mini Monet IV https://newdadchronicles.wordpress.com/2016/08/20/mini-monet-makes-me-money/

 

The Quickest ER in town

img_1682The hospital is always a scary place to visit. Whether it’s as a visitor or as a patient. Let alone when your the visitor and you’re two year old is the patient.

We had a bit of a scare Saturday morning. He woke up at about 12:30 coughing and wheezing like crazy. But, it was the screaming and crying that was worrisome. It’s panic mode when you can’t get them to stop. After about an hour we were able to calm him down and he fell back asleep, “spread eagle style,” wheezing but sleeping just the same.Then about 2:30 he woke up again and was having trouble breathing with a horrible cough again. The cough seemed to spread deeper in his chest the more worked up he became.

At this point it was hospital or bust. The kid took it like a champ. By the time we were on our way home he was 1 ice pop and 8 mL of steroids. He was happy, I was literally exhausted to the point of no return and he was now pumped full of hyper enduring drugs. Luckily, the energy that spread throughout the house like wildfire, died down just enough for dad and mom to get a quick power nap.  

The “FROZEN” Tundra of Green Bay

As I sit here drinking my Luke warm coffee in my sleeveless packers tshirt, the pure delight like that of a kid on Christmas morning… For the greatest day of the year has finally arrived… It’s opening day… It’s GAME DAY… It’s the Packers first football game of the season today.  

Yet I can’t quite connect with my feelings. There’s something I can’t quite put my finger on… I should be Marching Parade around the house happy… In my Aaron Rodgers jersey doing push- ups on the back porch happy… Yelling “Go Pack Go” for all of the neighborhood to hear happy!!! But I just can’t get in the mood for some reason…

As I sit here writing and thinking and reflecting Jackson is chanting “FroFro” as the DVD ends… AGAIN. Because of that I have to go restart Frozen for the 7,853rd time today. Hang on… That’s it… Is that the reason it doesn’t feel like football yet? Because I’m watching an animated Disney movie on repeat?  

There has to be some sort of connection here. There’s no way my son… The son of a Green Bay Packers Owner, the same kid who knows no letters EXCEPT the letter “G”… Would choose Frozen over the NFL’s opening day. The Packers opening game. 

Wait a minute… Frozen… GREEN BAY? Frozen TUNDRA…? THE FROZEN TUNDRA OF GREEN BAY, WISCONSIN… THE HOME OF THE GREEN BAY PACKERS!  

… That’s it… This kid is a genius! Hit play on that DVD kid it’s time for some football!

#GoPackGo

Quality vs Quantity

“What we need,” said Dumbledore slowly, “is more time.”

I used to think playing a sport at the Collegiate  Division 1 level was one of the most time- consuming things in my life. Then I got a job as an elementary school teacher and and realized balancing my career with every day life was just as hard… And then I had a child; while I was an administrator in an elementary school and realized I had it all wrong, because this was one of the toughest things I’ve ever done…

…Fast forward four years, I now take on the role as a principal and added an extra 35 minutes to my drive, talk about time-consuming. After reflecting on my first few weeks… I’ve come to realize every new role you take on in life always becomes the next toughest thing you face. (Honestly though when I say toughest thing to face, I’m not talking about being able to handle the workload, or stress level, or anything of the sort. Those type of things come naturally to me and never have been much of an issue). Honestly, I don’t feel stress and pressure is not something that phases me. 

I will however, admit it’s tough spending time away from my little guy. My new role as a school principal takes up the majority of my day. When I’m awake… I’m think about being a principal, when I’m about to fall asleep… I’m thinking about being a principal, when I do fall asleep… I wake up and write down things that I thought about in terms of being a principal that I dreamt of while I was sleeping.  That has nothing to do with being stressed, or overworked, or anything of the sort. That has to do with being me. I’m detail oriented, dedicated and committed to what I do. I love what I do.  

Yet, now as I get home some nights at 7 o’clock… a quick hug, a kiss and a bedtime book is about all I get with Jackson. I know I’ve written about this before. This is not something new to me, or to any 21st century parent. Time is something that we all want more of… yet we will never get. There is always the quality vs quantity debate. But to be honest I’m not sure what to make of that when it comes to spending time with my son. Is there anyway I can get quantity AND quality time… at the same time… all the time? 

For now I have to accept the fact that I am doing what I love during the times I am not with him, and know that he is spending time with the people that also love him as much as i do when I am at work. Whether it’s mom, or Grammy, Mima or Auntie… I’m happy knowing he’s happy. 

After working a long day… Coming home to that hug and kiss goodnight means just a little bit more these days.  Just don’t be surprised if I read an extra book or two with him before bedtime… I’ll take quantity AND quality tonight please.

https://newdadchronicles.wordpress.com/2014/11/19/lost-time-is-never-found-again-benjamin-franklin/

Underdog 

Big deal here today… Another huge milestone checked off the the patenting list. Today the little guy experienced his first “underdog.” There are not many things that every little boy should experience soon rather than later and the underdog is high on that list.  

Jax and his swingset have a love hate relationship… Some days you can’t pry him away… today was definitely one of those days. 

Click Here for a Glimpse of Pure Joy

Not much of a blog post today… Just a dad and a son laughing their butts off together on the swingset… Add in the kid’s first underdog and you got yourself a perfect way to end a long weekend.