Archive for August, 2008

Apparel protection

I had no idea our 3-year-old would identify so strongly with his brother’s clothes.

See, we had a T-shirt we’d bought for our 7-year-old, and it was a little too small for him.

And it was a Pokemon shirt, befitting elder brother’s current obsession with that phenomenon.

So, the Pokemon shirt was transplanted to the 3-year-old’s clothing inventory. But the other day, when I pulled it out for him to wear, he objected. Quite strenuously.

“That’s my brother’s,” he insisted. “It’s not mine. It’s his.”

This, coming from a kid who typically believes EVERYTHING is his, so long as he and the thing are in the same ZIP code.

Frankly, I was amazed. He wants to be like his brother in so many ways, but can’t bear the thought of wearing his clothes.

Guess we’ll have to re-think the hand-me-down concept. At least a little.

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Pride in the alleys

Truly, there’s nothing like a family excursion to the local bowling alley to convince you that your kids, early in their lives, have the ability to systematically humble you.

Actually, it’s a reminder that pride doesn’t really fit with parenting.

The bumpers were up, to prevent gutter balls, but I think both the kids could have beaten me anyway. I’m a lousy bowler, granted, but you still don’t want a 7-year-old and a 3-year-old to show you up in athletic endeavors like this.

And show me up they did. Even the guy in the lane next to us noticed how effective our 3-year-old’s style was. “I want him to bowl for me,” the guy said.

I haven’t been bowling for years, and it’s fantastic. They even have sports on the flat-screens of lanes that aren’t in use. I watched the Cubs and NASCAR while we bowled. How fantastic is that?

All I know is, I want a rematch.

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Surgery rebound

Kids are tough — tougher than their parents, in many cases.

Count this as my latest parenting lesson, as I watched our 7-year-old recover from tonsil/adenoid surgery over the past week and a half or so.

Granted, I wasn’t there every minute — my wife and I split duties last week as our patient hung around the house, inhaling ice cream and diving deep into the Pokemon world on his three gaming platforms — but from what I saw, he really did extremely well.

I can’t say the day of surgery was a picnic. As he came through the recovery area, he had some rather unpleasant things to say about the whole experience. But I chalk that up to anesthesia and the trauma of surgery, which can hit anyone hard (even if it’s a so-called “minor” procedure).

And waking him up the first few nights to keep a supply of painkiller in his system was a battle, nearly every time.

But it seems he understood the process, and what he needed to do to get better. He even became an expert at rating his pain on a 1-to-10 scale. Fortunately, he rarely got past a 5.

His 3-year-old brother, on the other hand, keeps asking if his brother’s tonsils will come back. We’ve told him they’re gone permanently, and that it’s a good thing, but he’s not getting the message yet.

But our routine is returning to normal, and the patient is ready for his post-recovery routine.

His worried parents, it would seem, can relax. Even if just a bit.

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