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Boy and His Summer Slumber

25 Jul

We’re loving late nights and really late mornings this summer. Just ask Joey, who is dozing more than anyone in our family. It’s like he’s a teenager, waking only when I  open his window blinds and coax him into opening his oh-s0-tired eyes. But he’s not even on the edge of the teens, in fact, he has his 10-year-old check-up tomorrow, where we’ll learn that he’s more the size of 12 than 10 at his nearly 5 feet 3 inches and 108 pounds and that he’s not stopped growing since he was born. Not even one stalled moment. He was 10 pounds, 9 ounces at birth; 22 pounds at 6 months; 40 pounds at 3 years; and 80 pounds at 8. (Brother Danny is currently 62 pounds at 8 years old.)

The boy does everything big — he grows big, complains big, fishes big, and now, he sleeps big. Normal, I think. But we’ll be confirm with his doc in the morning. Just be be sure.

UPDATE: OK, so he’s more the size of 13 than 12, and the sleeping is just fine, as long as he doesn’t have trouble rising early if necessary (like on school days), which he doesn’t.

Summer Plans for Bored Boys

2 Jun

Three more days of school, then 10+ weeks of summer break. My boys are counting the minutes. I’m not.

Don’t get me wrong, I love that we are going to be schedule-free. No morning rush, cranky car rides, math worksheets, book reports, dress codes, and dreaded fundraisers. Ah, free to do as we please.

Umm, one problem with that: the real possibility, probably just a week or two into the vacation my 8- and 10-year-old so desire, of boredom — the kind from which the following words will flow: “Mom, what can I do noooooow?” What Joey and Danny will hope I’ll offer in response: “Hey, why don’t you belly up to the computer, TV, iPod Touch, DSi, Wii, and any other mind-numbing device you can find.” But that line will not be in my script this summer. Sure, they’ll have time to plug in and tune out, but mostly, I’ll be heading them in a non-electronic direction from the start, to help prevent the nothing-to-do blues and to nip them in the bud when they do strike. This is how I want June, July, and August to go (ideas listed in no specific order):

I’m thinking a family book club, complete with Nana and two cousins. Joey and Danny can read books to Jordan and Tori, then we can all have a set amount of silent time with our library-picked books. Maybe some discussion. Maybe once or twice a week. Boys won’t like the idea; girls will love it. Hopefully, in time, we’ll all be on board.

We start journals every summer, we just never stick with them for very long. We’ll do better this time. To keep things clever, I’m going to ask the kiddos to write letters, directions, instructions — how do you prep a fishing pole for the big catch, for example. This is the dad’s idea, not mine. He’s pretty smart.

Some sort of exercise will be part of our every day. We can run, bike, swim, skate, doesn’t matter. We’re just gonna move. The guys will play on basketball teams for part of July and August, too.

We will bask in the glory of nature, caring for our backyard garden so it doesn’t fry in the Florida sun, and we’ll road trip it to all sorts of outdoor spots in our area, plus I know there will be plenty of weekend fishing and boating.

My pretty plantation shutters get very dusty, and I’m thinking I should not be the only one who cleans them. Bring on the chores.

Summer will allow us more time for walking dogs at the Humane Society. That makes us happy, especially Danny, who keeps tight tabs on the dogs that come and go from this no-kill shelter.

Playtime is key. And have you ever tried a Stomp Rocket? Make it a challenge by trying to catch the foam rocket as it lands.

We’re sticking with piano for the summer (and beyond), because the guys are really, really good at it, and we, the parents, like to live vicariously through them, as we know pretty much nothing about those black and white keys (they are called keys, aren’t they?).

Of course, we’ll lounge — in the grass, on the couch, in the movie theater — because summer wouldn’t be summer without some well-deserved slacking. More on movies: (1) our Family Film Festival is the works — we’ll stay up late and watch kid-friendly flicks — and (2) check with your local theaters for free summer movies. Where we live, two freebies are shown two days a week.

We will connect with friends every chance we get. We’ll have them over to hang with us, we’ll plan outtings, we’ll soak up social time while we can — before school resumes and our days get jam-packed again.

As for summer camps, there’s only one on the books, a three-day kids’ self defense event, which happens to cost nothing and is just perfect for our budget. Saving money — another good plan for Summer 2011!

In my perfect world, all of the above would happen seamlessly and with beautiful focus and control. I know better, and I’m sorta sure that most of what I dream for the next few months will occur in pieces and parts, or maybe not at all. I’ll just do my best to deliver, I’ll ask Joey and Danny to do the same, and I’ll be back in August to let you know how it all goes down. Stay tuned.

The Truth About Summer Boys

3 Jul

Summer boys

Summer 2010

Someone asked me the other day how my summer is going, and I responded that’s it’s going great, because most times, it’s pretty darn swell. We stay up late, sleep late, and we’re dabbling in piano, tumbling, and drama. We’ve been to the beach, the pool, a few lakes, a movie, and we’re headed for football season come August 1. What’s not to like about a flex schedule, plus all sorts of fun stuff? OK, so my boys don’t love my mandatory reading and writing, but it’s not that much, really, and I think they might even secretly like it.

So, yea, summer is going great. But it’s not entirely peachy and, so, it seems only fair that I confess another truth about these 70 unstructured no-school days:

My kids are making me crazy!

Here, my friends, is what is driving this momma mad:

Stop it, Joey! Stop it, Danny! Stop it, Joey! Stop it, Danny! All day long.

Can we get a toy? Can we get a toy? Can we get a toy? Buckets of cars, trucks, Lego, action figures, Webkinz and more are stuffed into our playroom and boy bedrooms, but there is apparently still a burning desire for one. more. Ben. 10. Guy.

Do I hafta? Do I hafta? Do I hafta? Do I hafta go to the pool? Do I hafta ride my bike? Do I hafta go outside? Aren’t kids supposed to like this stuff?

Just a little bit longer! Just a little bit longer! Just a little bit longer! Just one more TV show, one more Wii challenge, one more computer game. Who exactly bought all this electronic gear, anyway?

Then there’s the whole issue of listening. Sometimes, they do it. Most days, is seems, they don’t.

At risk of sounding like a whiner, I’ll stop there. And I’ll morph this post into something positive.

Yesterday, I asked my Facebook friends for a little insight. I wrote in my status update:

Why is it that my kids can be so perfectly behaved for other people but so rotten for me?

Sixteen comments came spilling in, several of them claiming “love” as the answer.

Huh?

Yes, love. The general idea is this:

You’re “safe” Jacki; they know that you will love and forgive them no matter what! Other people — they’re not so sure, so they are going to behave the way you’ve taught them to. / Melissa

My pediatrician told me exactly what Melissa said above. If they are terrible for you but great for others, they are comfortable with the unconditional love you have for them and know you’ll still be there even if they are really bratty (so really it’s huge compliment when they are hellions for their own family). / Monica

What perspective, and just what I needed. Now, I’m not saying they won’t still push my buttons, and I won’t ever yell so loud I give myself a headache, but I really think this is going to help me. When they behave for others, I’ll know they really are listening to all I’ve taught them. When they misbehave for me, I’ll know my unconditional love for them is what allows them to display the raw and uncut versions of themselves. It’s no different, really, from how we all act — a little better in pubic than in private.

OK, this may sound a bit strange, but thank you, Joey and Danny, for your misbehavior. I had no idea how well I was loving you. And now that I know, I think our summer days might get a little bit better.

And no, I’m not buying another toy!