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A Boy Book (which is fine for a girl, too)

Tuesday, March 16th, 2010
"Cat Nights" by Jane Manning

"Cat Nights" by Jane Manning

Danny and I read a cute little book last night, and sandwiched inside the covers of this library find is an old Irish legend. We thought it was fitting, then, that we tell you about both the book and the legend (because good kid books are kind of hard to come by, you know, and because it is almost time for that special Irish holiday).

The Book: “Cat Nights” by Jane Manning. Felicity loves living as a witch by day and a cat by night. She can’t turn herself into a cat for too many nights, though, because if she does, she’ll become a cat forever. Does Felicity choose the forever life of a witch or a cat? You’ll have to read to find out!

The Legend: The phrase “cat nights” came about because apparently, a witch could turn herself into a cat 8 times, then she could still return to her witchy self. But if she turned a 9th time, there was no going back. That’s where “cat has nine lives” comes from. And since cats like to prowl around on hot, summer nights (like in August), nights at that time of year are referred to as “cat nights.”

Yep, we liked this book. Check it out, because you might, too.

Boys and Bike Week

Monday, March 8th, 2010
Bike Week 2010, Daytona Beach, Fla.

Bike Week 2010, Daytona Beach, Fla.

Among all of the duties we have as parents, exposing our boys to all sorts of stuff is a priority. That’s why we took them to Bike Week 2010 on Saturday. Danny’s had some “I love motorcycle” moments in his life (one Christmas, all he wanted was a toy dirt bike, and he always picks motorcycle racing when he games at my sister’s house), and Joey is usually up for anything car, boat or bike-related.

Now, don’t get me wrong — I really prefer that my guys don’t ride motorcycles at all, ever. Still, I thought the Daytona Beach event would be exciting. And for moments, it was (The Naked Cowboy and monster-sized snake were hits).

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The Naked Cowboy and The Snake Guy

But Danny mostly moped, claiming his legs were too tired to walk up and down Main St., and Joey, well, he just wanted to get to the water to throw his cast net. And when I asked them both at the end of our maybe hour-long tour of this 69th annual extravaganza if they could see themselves as bikers when they grow up, the response was an overwhelming NO. And so we headed to a favorite fishing spot in Ormond Beach, where Joey and John dabbled at the shore and Danny sat with me in the car, playing his Nintendo DS. The game?

Yamaha Supercross.

Things We Do, 2/14/10

Friday, February 26th, 2010
We hike

We hike, we hang, we are one with nature

We talk on the phone

and the cell phone

Money Boys

Friday, February 5th, 2010
Photo: AMagill, Flickr

Photo: AMagill, Flickr

My boys are fascinated with money. Just yesterday, one of them asked me if lawyers make a lot, they both love to dream about what they’ll do when we win the lottery, and I’m pretty sure 9-year-old Joey is purposely pulling out teeth to pad his bank account. So when the two of them realized that cash prizes go to the folks who finish first in the 1/2 marathon I’ll be running on February 14, they issued me an assignment: “Mom, you’ve got to win!”

“I just want to finish, not win,” I responded.

“Please, please, please, try to win,” Joey and Danny chanted in tandem.

Here’s the deal: If I finish first in my female age group (35-39), I’ll score $250. Second place gets $150, and third place gets $100. Do I think I can do it? In a word: No. My 10-minute mile just isn’t that competitive, I don’t think. Will I tell my guys this? Nope. I plan to arm them with the fact that I’ll try my very best, that I’ll run like I want to win. I’m sure they’ll see visions of wealth when I tell them this, but what I hope registers in their little-boy brains is that dedication and some good hard work are what really matters.

Money, yea, that would be nice, too.

Boy Birthday Party #9

Saturday, January 2nd, 2010
Birthday

9th Birthday Wishes

It started out that we were going to take a small group of kids to the 34th Street Grafitti Wall for Joey’s 9th birthday party. It’s where University of Florida students and others in the Gainesville community go to express themselves by painting all sorts of messages — some happy and inspirational, some simply advertising free beer (hey, it’s a college town, what do you expect?). Here’s a peek at what you might see on a drive-by of this wall that borders the University golf course and is commonly known as the city’s “concrete blog.”

Rumor has it that it’s technically illegal to paint this wall, although I made a call to the local police department and learned that it’s not illegal — it’s just not safe. You see, 34th Street is a crazy busy place, and we’d have to paint at our own risk. So even though Joey desperately wanted to leave his mark on the wall, we just couldn’t justify putting a bunch of kiddos in danger. So we improvised and created our own backyard grafitti wall. John hung three big pieces of wood, painted them all with a dark background color, and today, Joey and his friends and family went to town.

35 Avenue Grafitti Wall

35 Avenue Grafitti Wall

The crew painted their hearts out, and they went home with splattered hair, hands and clothing (smocks only do so much!). Before departing, though, they played a rousing game of Paint the Tail on the Donkey.

Paint the Tail on the Donkey

That's Joey's tail sprouting out of the donkey's neck.

And we did some face painting, and sack races.

Ready, Set, Go!

Ready, Set, Go!

And of course, there were gifts, plus pizza and cake.

Happy Birthday, Joey!

Happy Birthday, Joey!

And because our outdoor party temps were tops at about 55 degrees, a bonfire with s’mores was in order, too. Overall, it was a swinging good time, a perfect celebration for a boy who turns 9 tomorrow (that means another party, just a quiet family one, no paint involved).

Cousin Tori

Swing, Tori, Swing!

Sleepover Boy

Monday, December 28th, 2009
Growing-up boy

Joey, pre-sleepover

Surviving Joey’s first sleepover might have been harder for me than making it through his very day of school. Something about the overnight thing was really tough. I mean, I dropped him off last night at a friend’s “Guys Gathering” at 5:00 PM, and I didn’t see my 8-year-old boy again until 10:30 AM today, which means I was totally unable to monitor whatever it was he did for all those hours. I know he ate dinner, went to a movie, gobbled down cake, played on a tire swing — but how did he handle himself, was he happy the whole time, did he feel homesick at all? He reports that it was a blast, and he appears to have no complaints at all. He’d do it again, in fact, and he’d like to host his own party one day. The question is: Can I survive that, too?

DS Boys

Friday, December 25th, 2009
Nutty for Nintendo DS

Nutty for Nintendo DS

I’m thinking we might not actually speak to Joey and Danny all day today. Why? Because they each got their very own Nintendo DS, and they are completely plugged in. They are lost, gone, totally tuned out.

All year long, they’ve wanted these gadgets — they’ve been pretty sure they were the only boys in the world without them, actually — and while we went back and forth and at one time even vowed we would definitely. not. buy. them. (because once they get something electronic, it’s nearly impossible for their minds to focus elsewhere), we bit the bullet and bought them. We even plan to let them play their hearts out for a day or so (it is Christmas, after all). Then we’ll set some limits. We won’t tell them that today, though, because, honestly, I don’t even think they are capable of hearing right now.

Merry Christmas, Joey and Danny — and to all you loyal readers, too!

How to Raise Better Boys (Girls, Too)

Wednesday, December 16th, 2009
Crazy boys, with crazy cousins

Crazy boys, with crazy cousins

Two experts on the TODAY Show recently shared that most parents, when surveyed, say what they want most out of life is to raise healthy kids. And when 6,400 moms and dads were interviewed in one study, the following six practices emerged as key for raising better kids. Embrace each one, and your own offspring will be better behaved and less likely to engage in risky behaviors.

  1. Have dinner with your kids at least five times per week. This is what matters most, not your work, not the stuff you’re buying, but actually sitting down and paying attention to your children. It’s not the food that matters, it’s the connection and strength of the family that comes from dining as a group. If you just can’t make it happen because you’re working two jobs to make ends meet, gather at an off time and have a snack together.
  2. Take your kids to church or synagogue weekly. This will teach them that there’s something bigger out there, and they’ll learn a solid sense of respect.
  3. Check your kids’ homework nightly. Intellectual development is just as import as physical development. The more you monitor, the better.
  4. Demand the truth, and get it. Earn trust by becoming a hands-on and involved parent.
  5. Take kids on vacation for at least a week at at time once per year. Leave your Blackberry at home.
  6. Get your kids involved in team sports, but be careful. Research shows that some sports may increase incidences of drinking, smoking and violent behavior.

Reindeer Boys (and Girls)

Sunday, December 13th, 2009
Reindeer Boys 2009

Reindeer Boys, 2009

You haven’t been to a holiday cookie decorating party until you’ve been to the one our neighbors throw each year. WOW! They go all out. Kids get to write their names on hand-made jingle bell name tags, they each get a box filled with plain sugar cookies, gingerbread men and red, green and white individually-packaged frosting with stick for spreading. On the festive tables set up in our neighborhood clubhouse are more tools for sprucing up cookies — sprinkles, red hots, candies, tubes of gel for writing and more — oh, pretzels, too, because, of course, you’ve got to have something salty with your sweets (and let me tell you, pretzels dipped in frosting is mighty good). The kiddos are also served drinks (coffee and water for parents), and can hang out at coloring tables, too — that’s where the reindeer glasses were found by my two guys, pictured above. And their two cousins, pictured below.

Reindeer Girls, 2009

Reindeer Girls, 2009

Aren’t they cute? And aren’t our neighbors so kind to put forth such effort for the little people in their lives? We think so — and we are so thankful to have been invited. Thanks Jenn, Glenn, grandparents and everyone else who makes this annual extravaganza happen.

Time With Boy

Friday, December 11th, 2009
Big kid on a little playground

Big kid on a little playground

I went on a field trip today with Joey’s third grade class. And I had fun — I can’t say I’ve totally enjoyed many past class excursions, because work was always hanging over my head. I’d end up consumed by the tasks awaiting me at home, I’d see e-mails and text messages stacking up on my phone, I’d basically feel guilty for skipping out on work and guilty for not offering my full and undivided attention to my child.

But today, in all of my unemployed glory, there was nothing  I needed to do except join a bunch of excited kids at the Thomas Center for a tour, a picnic-style lunch on the floor of this nearly 100-year-old historical building (once a family home, then hotel, then site of Santa Fe Jr. College) and watch in the freezing cold as kiddos ran wild on a nearby playground.

Life since quitting my job is a bit more budgeted — not many out-to-eats and most frivolous purchases have been nixed — but for all the pennies we are pinching, I must say I feel quite rich, because the time I have available for enjoying all of life is so much more abundant. And so what if Joey thinks our adventure this morning was “boring” — I liked it, we learned something, we were together and by golly, I was present — not just in body, but in spirit, too. And in my little corner of the world, that is a really big deal.