Mommy, Do I Need To Go On A Diet?

Delaney First CommunionThe question felt a bit out of left field.  But as the mother of a child, of a little girl, I suppose I shouldn’t ever really be surprised, right?

She is eight-going-on-twenty-eight, after all. And this growing up business is happening right in front of my eyes. This IS the child who, at 48 inches and not quite 50 pounds told me last year that she wouldn’t wear a First Communion dress with a crinoline under it because, in her words, ‘it would make me look fat’.

Fat. It is a word she has never once heard me say about myself or anyone else. Not even as a joke.

Not, “I’m having a fat day.”

Not, “I feel fat in this.”

Not, “Does my butt look fat in these jeans?”

I don’t even insinuate it.

Not, “Another one of these brownies and I won’t be able to button my clothes.”

Healthy, active living.  That’s what I have always wanted to promote to my small people.  I know they are surrounded by words, by images, of what people – especially women *should* look like and ever since they’ve been little, I have worked to shield them from any notion of *should*.

The only thing they *should* do is PLAY and eat a variety of foods.  Yes, cookies are fine.  But there are plenty of fruits and vegetables in their world.  There is Gatorade and water and lots of Milk. There is cheese and bread and pasta and fish and chicken.

So, the other day, when my small girl turned those big brown eyes on me, lifted her shirt, patted her stomach and said, “Mommy, do I need to go on a diet?”, my heart hurt. I felt sick.

But I knew it was time for a talk.  ”Aren’t you on a diet, Mommy?”

Amazing how they watch everything you do, even when you don’t say a word, yes?  I wasn’t on a diet, but I was making some changes to how I was eating. For a few days, I had focused almost entirely on fresh fruits, vegetables and vitamins in an effort to ‘reset’ my system after a few months of poor eating, little exercise and staying up too late while working on my latest book. I wanted to purge my body of the ‘unnatural’ and focus strictly on fresh, healthy foods.

But, my small girl saw ‘diet’. I realized I needed to explain how I typically make food choices for myself and for our family. And why I had been making a few healthier changes to take care of myself.

The key for us is three-fold: fresh foods, the items with the largest number of ‘healthy’ ingredients and anything else in moderation.

Fresh foods are easy to explain: fruits, vegetables, and proteins like chicken and fish

Delaney Raisin BranFor food staples, I walked to the pantry and pulled out two boxes of food: one candy and Kellogg’s Raisin Bran. I wanted to share an option that had ingredients we recognized and could pronounce: Raisin Bran lists in order: Whole grain wheat, raisins, wheat bran, sugar, brown sugar syrup, 2% or less of salt and malt flavor. We aren’t purists, so it wasn’t difficult to find an option that included unhealthy ingredients. It was a box of candy and the ingredient list included partially hydrogenated palm kernel oil, sodium bicarbonate, resinous glaze and artificial flavor (among other options).

The point of this exercise with my daughter (and at this point, both  my son and husband as well) was to explain that 1) the first ingredients listed are the most dominant – so if sugar or salt come first, we might want to look elsewhere for a different option and 2) our goal is to put food into our bodies that includes ingredients we can actually recognize and pronounce – in other words – real food.

So….whole grain wheat and raisins? Good. Resinous glaze? Not so good.

This isn’t to say, as I mentioned before, that our home or food choices are perfect.  We do eat some cookies and cakes.  Sugar isn’t banned and I know you could find items that have some unpronounceable items in their ingredient list.  But we are a work in progress.  And I’d say 70% of what we eat is fresh and healthy, so I’m ok with the knowledge that we aren’t perfect.

I’m also ok knowing I can and do have these conversations with my small people.  And they know I don’t tolerate ‘fat’ – not hearing they believe it of themselves or of other people.  And this is a lifestyle we have to live, not one we can simply talk about and hope sinks in.

How do you promote a healthy lifestyle in your home?

Disclosure: I do have a regular working relationship with Kellogg’s though all thoughts and opinions I share in this post and throughout this site are mine and mine alone.  I chose to use Raisin Bran as an example because it is a regular healthy breakfast staple in our home.

 

 

Spring Into Reading With DEAR Time – Drop Everything And Read With Your Kids

DEAR Time - Drop Everything And Read with your kidsI would be lying if I told you I came up with the phrase ‘DEAR time – Drop Everything And Read’  - on my own.  It is something my small people do at their school and the moment I heard it, it resonated with me. Since I was a little girl, I have always loved to read – magazines, fiction, non-fiction – anything.  I read  on the way to school, at school, after school and before bed.

When my small girl recently begged for ‘just a few more minutes’ of reading as she crawled in to bed, I instantly acquiesced  sharing with her my secret from childhood: I used to pretend I didn’t feel well and lock myself in the bathroom at night – just to get more time to read.  Delaney asked if I had ever told MY mother.  turns out, I hadn’t.

Well, she knows now.

My sweet 8 year old girl is now often flying through 150 page chapter books in two days or less – so we are constantly on the look-out for books that teach her, help her to grow, build her vocabulary AND keep her interested.

We have once such series we share with you in the video below AND, I’m thrilled to be hosting a Google+ Hangout  today at 1pm CST (my very first, if you must know – so do come play!) to talk about the importance of reading with your kids, books that are a good fit for different age groups and how to encourage reading in your home (Hint: we’re going to talk about DEAR time!)

What series of books (or individual books) have you found to be ideal for your kids?  SHARE!  I love having options and new ways to entice my children into reading.

Please do join me on the Google Hangout today (Wednesday 3/13) at 1pm CST. My friend Niri will be joining me – as reading in her home is just as important as it is in ours.  If you would like to join the conversation, please do let me know!

(Live below if you join at the right time!)

 

There is No Place Like Home

Delaney and DaddyI’m scared.  And Frustrated.  Today is a Bad Day.

My Little Girl is on her way to the emergency room.

A Winter Storm has ripped thru my home town.  The Governor of Missouri has declared a State of Emergency.

My wife, a Southern California native, is driving on the snow/ice packed streets of suburban St Louis.

And, I’m in a Hotel room 700 miles away from my girls who need me.

This is how I define helpless.

I’m relegated to typing my thoughts on this piece of paper in between “Our Fathers and Hail Mary’s” as my 8-year old daughter suffers from severe stomach pain and a fever north of 100 degrees for 60plus hours at this point.  My wife has called our Pediatrician who instructed her to take Delaney to the ER.  The fear is appendicitis.

I’ve checked Mapquest.  I’m a 12 hour drive away…and, that’s with “light traffic” and “nice weather.”  I’ve called the airlines.  There are no flights into St Louis until tomorrow.  My scheduled flight doesn’t depart for another 12 hours.  That flight is to go through Cleveland which is supposed to receive the same winter storm right about the time I’m supposed to arrive for my layover.  I’m scrambling… I need to get home to my baby girl.

I’m her Daddy.  I’m supposed to be there…

I wrote the preceding story as it was happening  days ago.  Many tests were run on my little “Mini” as I call her.  Physician’s diagnosis was an intestinal virus that ran its course over the next 72 hours.  She was able to rise again on the 3rd day.  She was stuck, prodded, poked, x-rayed, and “messed around with” (her words) for over 3 hours.  And, I ended up being there the entire time… thanks to Face Time on my iPhone.  We watched cartoons together.  I told her jokes.  She didn’t laugh.  I know what you’re thinking, wow, she must have been sick.

Quick funny story:  Danielle placed me (her iPhone) on the top of Delaney’s Hospital Bed in the Emergency Room.  Mini needed an IV because she was severely dehydrated.  She just couldn’t keep anything in her little tummy for those few days.  A nurse entered the room to stick her vein.  She stuck and stuck with no success.  And, she stuck her right arm (her throwing arm).  I’m still mad at myself for allowing that.  That’s a future Olympian’s softball throwing arm… You just don’t stick that.  Anyway, Nurse #2 entered the room to try the left arm.  Thank you very much.  Danielle had forgotten to mention that I was present in the room, hovering above Delaney’s pounding head.  Nurse #2 was successful on her first stick in the left arm.  I said “thank God” and she looked to the heavens trying to figure out where that voice came from…Well, it came from the father of course, the father of the patient.

This story makes me thankful for many things.

I’m thankful to my daughter’s care givers of course.  I’m thankful that she ended up being okay.  I’m thankful that her right arm has no lingering negative effects from being stuck with a needle multiple times.  I’m thankful that she still has a rocket of an arm on the right side of her torso.  I’m thankful that Danielle made it safely to and from the hospital that evening then into the morning.  And, I’m really, really thankful that I was there with my little girl the entire time thanks to the technology of our world.

It’s just so cool to be alive in 2013.

I’m heading home tomorrow.  Now, if I could just get an App to make it 80 and sunny every day.  My wife tells me there is an App for that… It’s called SoCal.  I’ll have to run a search… only after I get some real life Face Time with my kiddos when they get home from school.  Today is a good day.

Sincerely,

A Thankful Daddy

Winning Isn’t Everything: A Lesson in Parenting

Dad and Kiddo time“Dad, are you mad?”

“Coop, mad?  About what?”

“Well, you lost that radio contest, so I thought you might be mad.”

“Buddy, have you ever seen me mad?”

“Um, yeah Dad.”

“When?”

“Well, when Delaney and I fight or argue or I don’t make my bed or I don’t turn the light off in my room or I don’t clean up my Legos or the Cardinals bunt with a runner on second and nobody out in the first 7 innings of a game or … “

“Okay, okay, I get it.  I might get “upset” from time to time, but I don’t get mad about losing a contest or a game or really anything (many friends and family are laughing at that last statement).  I might be disappointed, sure, but mad, no, pal, I’m not mad.” (Note:  I was a Finalist for a local sports radio contest, winner’s prize was to broadcast live from Jupiter, FL at the St Louis Cardinals Spring Training Facility.  Yes, this is on the “Bucket List.”)

“Really?  I get mad when I lose.”

“Come here dude, time for a Daddy Talk.  This is a good teaching point for a 6-year old.  Good for a 37-year old too.”

“Okay”

“Here’s the deal.  Losing is a part of life slugger.  Did you know that Babe Ruth struck out One Thousand Three Hundred and Thirty Times?  That was the record for strikeouts when he stopped playing?”

“He did?  I thought Babe Ruth was the greatest baseball player of all time?”

“He is Cooper.  The Babe also has the 2nd most career home runs behind Hank Aaron who himself struck out even more than the Great Bambino.  (Note:  We don’t recognize Barry Bond’s Career Home Run Total in our house).  You see, “a swing and a miss” or “losing” is a part of life.  There’s always going to be a winner and loser.  In order to be a winner, you, also, need to know how to lose too.  It’s just part of the game.  The Cardinals play 162 games right?  Do they win them all?”

“No Dad.”

“No Coop.  Of course not.  But, they give their best effort every game, though, right?”

“Well, I’ve heard you yell at the TV before and say “Guys, what are you doing?  And then you say the Cardinals are acting like the 1919 Chicago White Sox, only you call them the Black Sox?”

“Okay, maybe sometimes, I get a little carried away, but that’s only in October, only in the playoffs, and only because I want them to win sooooo badly.  But, you’re right, I shouldn’t yell at the TV.  It’s not the Zenith’s fault.  And, yes, they’re trying very hard to win.  As for the 1919 Chicago White Sox, well, that’s a story for another day.  Here’s the thing.  Did I want to win the contest?  Absolutely.  Would it have been cool for the four of us to go to Spring Training?  Yep times 11 Cardinals World Championships.  Would I have been as excited as you are on Christmas morning to interview the Cardinal players?  One Hundred Percent, yes, Cooper.  But, someone else was better this time.  There was another fan that won this game.  Does that mean I’m disappointed?  Sure.  Anytime you want to win something, work hard to earn the prize that comes with winning, and it doesn’t work out, it’s okay to be disappointed, but there’s always a lesson to be learned.”

“What’s the lesson this time?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure until just now, but I think the lesson this time is to show you and your sister how to act after losing or missing out on something you really, really might want.  The lesson is to congratulate the winner, realize there’s always another game, play that game again, and do even better next time.  And, until that next time, practice, figure out how to be better, so that when that opportunity comes around again, you can win the game.  Make sense?”

“So, you’re going to try again?”

“What would have happened if Babe Ruth would have stopped playing baseball each time he struck out?”

“You and I couldn’t have watched the Movie “Sandlot” that’s for sure…”

“Exactly, and Babe Ruth would have never hit all of those home runs.”

“714, right Dad?”

“Well done, Cooper, same as your birth weight, that’s a sign by the way… I’ll explain more on that some other time too”

“The point is, you’re going to strike out.  Learn from the swings and misses.  Figure out how to hit the ball on the sweet spot next time.  Your turn will come back around, and the next time, knock it into James Earl Jones’ backyard.  But, the key is to climb back in that box, and try again.  Deal?”

“Deal Dad.  Hey Dad, since you’re not mad, I just want to tell you that I spilled Orange Juice on your Catcher’s Mitt. But, I now learned to not drink Juice with your most favorite thing in the whole world.  I’ll use my other hand next time.   I’m not mad though… I’ll just do better next time.  See, I’m already learning.  Thanks Dad.”

Sincerely,

Dad of a Winner

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Jeff Smith is a Dad first, Coach second.  A former Sportscaster and Play-by-Play Announcer, he lives to give his kids the true spirit of sports and a strong foundation as truly good people.  No matter what his career path, his priority has always been clear: his family.  This site has been lucky enough to have him writing his regular Daddy Diary since its inception.

To connect with Jeff, find him on Twitter.

For more of his incredible writing… read on:

iRule, iThink

Courage, Size 6: Lessons from the Sidelines

The True Rules of Soccer and Life

The Road to U.S. Citizenship: An American Perspective

A Coaching Philosophy to Live By

 

 

When Was the Last Time You Cried?

I wish I could tell you I didn’t cry easily, but alas… I’m a crier.  And I’ve passed this trait on to my small people.  They are equally as sensitive.  We cry when we are happy, when we are excited and yes, when we are sad, sad, sad.

Hallmark commercials, touching stories on the news, and of course movies – they all get to me.

The other night, I sat on the couch next to my small dude as he watched Despicable Me.  I honestly wasn’t paying much attention until he turned to me, tears in his eyes, distressed about three little girls who wanted so badly to be loved and adopted.  His little heart was visible through his eyes….

I’ve been there… so many times.  However, my most recent bout of tears had nothing to do with a movie or a commercial…. it was all about real life:

When was the last time you really let loose and cried?

Night Owl

I tip-toe up the stairs, balancing first on one foot and then the other, dodging the stairs that creak, the areas of the floor that give way…. holding my breath for every misstep.  I’m the night owl in the family.  It is well past my pumpkin turning time, the hands on the clock creeping towards 2:30am.  I know better.  I do. But I love what I do.  And I love to do it in absolute peace.  In fact, I find I must do it in absolute peace. My brain needs the silence to expand and produce.

I have free time during the day, which is a treasure, I know.  But the dog barking, the building of the house across the street, my husband working in his office upstairs, my phone ringing, FedEx visiting… it all adds up to a series of distractions I am shielded from when surrounded by darkness.

It is like the Princess and the Pea settling in to my brain, searching for comfort in what should be a perfectly reasonable environment and finding none.  I toss and turn.  I write a sentence and delete.  I distract myself with email.  I make a to-do list.  I add items I have already done, crossing them off as quickly as I scribble them down, mastering a fake sense of accomplishment.  I begin to feel the tightening in my chest, realizing that the list is growing.  And yet, I am not doing.  I switch positions, attempting to dislodge the pea.  There now… under my left shoulder… that isn’t so bad. Until I begin to type….. and it slides down lodging itself beneath my wrist.  The hammering across the street is persistent. The dog wants to go outside. I stand up and walk around.  I wander to the kitchen.  Caffeine?  Tea?  Something to move that dreaded pea to a place I cannot feel it, so I can focus.

My time is running out.  Staring at the clock becomes an insomniac’s game. I have five FULL hours until the small people are home from school.  I might be able to save the world in that time.  I have 4 hours and 22 minutes.  What have I done for the last 38? Right.  I opened emails.  Buckling down. Ignoring the pain from that pea.  One paragraph, two paragraphs, three paragraphs, the dog wants in.  DAMMIT. I was making progress.  I will put it on my list.  3 hours. 41 minutes.  3 hours, 12 minutes.  My day is disappearing.  FedEx is here.

The clock continues to tick.  In no time, my small people bound through the door, sticky faced, flushed from the adventures of the day and I shake the Pea loose, place my Princess crown on the shelf.  I will fight this battle again in a few hours.  For now, I tackle third grade math, first grade reading and remember I am a night owl for a reason.

When prayers are said, covers tucked and the fridge makes its last winding down sound of the night… I take a deep breath. It is once again time to begin my mental trek into creativity.  I wish I could say it flipped like the switch of my angels’ night lights. Sometimes I slide right in, wrapping the covers of inspiration around me, completely immune to outside distraction.  But more often than not, I find myself fighting initially, bruised by that small, insignificant pea, until I am capable of pushing it out on to the floor of my mind, so I am free to write.

But when I am done writing, I am free to sleep.  I softly climb the stairs crawling beneath the sheets of my bed, grateful for the comfort of soft pillows. As I settle in, I’m awed by the little arms, normally not in my bed, flung instantly around me, the sweet head nestled into my shoulder, soft hair against my cheek and the warm breath against my neck, “I love you, my mommy”. His sweet hands find my heartbeat and hold steady, keeping me safe, centered and at peace.

A Night Owl’s last thought….I will be the Princess and the Pea anytime.

iRule. iThink….

iRule.

iThink.

My 8 year old daughter and 6 year old son are official iOwners now.  For Christmas, they received an iPod Touch from Grandma.  Thanks Mom.  I received a package of half-calf white socks.  I look like Salami from the 70’s TV show “The White Shadow.”

“Delaney, I have something to show you,” I pronounce as I look up from the book titled “Parenting the iGeneration for Dummies”

No response.  (Understand she’s on the floor behind the couch where I’m seated, so about 2 feet away)

I turn around and there she is bopping her head to some tune on her new Christmas Gift while wearing a pair of multi-colored head phones that would make me look like Bozo the Clown.

So, I rise assuming she’s listening to the National Anthem and walk behind the couch, lift up the left ear head phone and ask her to come here for a moment.  She was just a baby a few minutes ago, now she’s decked out in a hoodie wearing Converse shoes with headphones covering her ears.  She’s halfway to driving a car, and fullway to driving me crazy.

“Honey, please don’t have the music so loud as you cannot hear us talk to you.  What if there was a fire?  Or what if a tornado was heading straight for us?  Or what if your Mom actually agreed with me on entering your basketball team in yet another tournament? “

“Dad, you know Mom thinks you’re a little loco when it comes to my sports.  That won’t ever happen.”

“Just turn the volume down a bit.  Look at this.  It’s a box of toys that I used to play with when I was younger.”

“Is that He-Man?” asks the confused 8-year old.

“Oh, yah, he was…ahem…IS… the most powerful man in the Universe,” I proudly state for the record, “Wait a second. You know He-Man?”

“Yah, Dad I know all about He-Man,” explains the now He-Man expert.

“You do?” I ask incredulously.

A new voice speaks up, “Well, yeah Dad, I downloaded the app yesterday.  I’m playing the game right now.  There’s Battle Cat, and Skeletor and …“ interjects Delaney’s 6-year old accomplice also known as her brother. “I let Delaney play, and so of course, she knows all about He-Man.”

“Incredible.  There’s an App about He-Man?”

“Dad, listen” professes iCooper, “there’s a game app on He-Man, Star Wars, Smurfs, Scooby-Doo, Go Speed Racer, and all of the really old cartoons/movies that you used to watch when you were a kid. Now, can I get back to texting?”

“What?  You can text?  Danielle, we don’t have them as part of our cell plan, right?”

All 3 of them stare at me and recite in unison “There’s an app for that, Dad.”

Okay, you two, you may be the iExperts around here but remember that iRule, got it?

“Okay, Dad” they say with heads down, thumbs up (not playing Heads Up 7up) as I’m now staring at the top of their skulls.

“Listen you two, I think it’s time to lay down some rules on these iGadgets.”

Rule #1 – iRule.  If I say something, devices go off, and it’s time to listen.  Deal?  They both stare at me and nod.

Rule #2 – Mom Rules.  Same as Rule 1, but applies for Mom.  “Dad, you know Mom is first, then you.”  “Fine, I’ll give you that one, now onto Rule #3.”

Rule #3 – No iDevices get turned on until after you get home from school, homework is complete, you’ve read a “real book” ie one with a cover and pages for at least 30 minutes, table is set for dinner, room is clean, lawn is mowed and trimmed, furniture is dusted, toilets are scrubbed and shower is re-caulked.  “What is caulk?” says Cooper who is acting like he doesn’t know.  “Dad, we’re in 1st and 3rd grade, we cannot mow the lawn,” explains his older sister clearly using Cooper’s younger age to her benefit.  “Fine, but everything up to that point is still in play, deal?”  … “Deal, Dad” as they both roll their eyes.

Rule #4 – No text typing.  “Y-O-U-R” is a possessive adjective.   “Y-O-U-Apostrophe R-E” is a contraction of the two words “you” and “are” … U-R is not a word.  If Y-O-U-R usage of these two words is incorrect, Y-O-U-Apostrophe-R-E in trouble and the iTouch gets taken out of Y-O-U-R hands.  Understand?  They both give a relaxed thumbs up seeing as their thumbs have been inactive now for almost 2 minutes.

Rule #5 – No picture taking of anything personal like where we live, or our neighbors homes, street signs, anything at your school (come to think of it, if you take your iTouch to school, don’t come home, I’ll download you into my phone and then turn the phone off…Forever), and definitely no pictures of me…ever…  Everyone say “Okay Dad.” “Okay, Dad” sings the 2 person choir.

Rule #6 – No Social Networking.  No Facebook.  No Twitter.  No Instagram.  “Wait a second, Dad.  Mom said we can use Instagram as long as we keep our account private and ask her permission before we “follow” anyone.” pleads Delaney.  “Mom?”  I ask the clear ruler of the iWorld in our home. “Yes, Jeff, It’s 2013, would you like me to handcuff them to their bedpost too, so they can’t leave their rooms?”  “Don’t tempt me?”  Fine, I relent on this one, but only because my wife is currently writing the soon to be released book “Social Media Engagement For Dummies” the latest in the “For Dummies” series of books, thus she’s in charge of this one.  (Purposeful Product Placement.)

Rule #7 – “Dad, how many rules do you think there will be? “ asks Cooper who continues to stare at his dormant iTouch that sits in the corner begging to be poked.  “75!” I exclaim.  “75 rules?” asks Coop.  “Okay, fine this is the last one.  Rule #7 is to refer back to Rule #1 which as you may recall is the rule where iRule. “

“Rule #1 is Mom rules,” they both correct me.

“Fine.  Rule #7 is to refer back to Rule #2 which as you may recall is the rule where iRule.  I mean that if a grade drops at school or you drop a pop up at your softball or baseball game because of lack of practice or focus due to too much attention on the iPod then the iPod goes away…FOREVER.”

Forever?

Forever!

Forever?

Yes, FOR-EVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVER!!!

“Well, what if I drop a pop up in my baseball game because the sun is in my eyes?” asks the future Hall of Fame Shortstop which obviously will not happen but he likes to try to push me to see how far I’ll go with things.

“Don’t drop it.  You know how to shield the sun with your glove or play it to the side.  Practice!   This is something you could do when you were 3.  Don’t blame the s-U-n because then I’ll blame the s-O-n.  Got it little man?”

“Okay Dad.”

“Um, Dad, thank you for being such a wonderful Dad and teaching us so many good things.  You’re the best Dad in the whole world.  Thank for teaching us how to read, write, and switch hit.  Would you mind if we played our new Christmas Toy that we received for Christmas since it is Christmas morning?” asks the little 8 year old girl with Christmas magic still in her eyes.

Well, of course, honey.  You too Coop.  I want you to enjoy your new toy.  After you recite rule number one.

“Mom Rules!” they shout.

iRule too…iThink.