Category: Dad’s Thoughts

Dealing With Tantrums – This Dad’s Point of View

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A friend of mine posted this to Facebook recently:

How long does the whole “throw a tantrum when you don’t get your way” thing last? Any suggestions on dealing with it in a positive way?

I had a hard time answering these questions, because I’m sure my method would go strictly against his idea of “positive”. But I did answer and without going too far into detail on Facebook, I said the following.

 I always let mine rant for a while, then told him “no, it’s not happening bro, knock it off”. It didn’t take long for them to get the idea that I wasn’t going to buy into their nonsense. But then, I was never afraid to get “firm” with my tone of voice either.

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Now, I ‘d like to point out that I have no degrees or training in child development. I don’t have any degrees in anything, just a guy with a High School diploma who has worked many jobs in his 38 years while trying to provide for his four boys. I’m no guru, I’m not the first guy you’d turn to for parenting advice by any means, but I can tell you this… Invite my family to your home for a visit, and my four boys (aged 9 to 19) will sit quietly and respectfully. They will answer your questions and try to engage you in a conversation if you’re willing. If you’re working on a project when we show up or you’re cooking dinner for us, they will offer to assist without any reservations or feeling put out. They are, by MY standards, very good children.

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They are respectful and while they sometimes get out of hand at home, they know better than be anything but polite and respectful when they’re at YOUR house or at a restaurant in public.

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Anyways, since I tend to ramble, let’s get back to the initial query here. How do you deal with tantrums in a positive way? You don’t. There’s nothing you can actively DO to cure tantrums. Tantrums, by their very definition, are designed to get a reaction. How you react dictates how the tantrum is going to go. You can acquiesce and enable more of the same, or you can try to reason with them (which is a losing battle) or you can be completely firm with them to the point of wanting to beat their butts.

Any attention you give to a tantrum is going to fuel future tantrums. It’s not so much that your toddler REALLY wants cookies instead of ice cream for dessert, they’re simply testing their limits and their powers. Like a superhero that just realized he or she has amazing powers. They have to test things. This is where being a good parent comes into play.

You don’t want to see them unhappy, but if you’re a rational adult who’s spent any time in the real world, you’ll know that you can’t always be happy in everything you do. You can’t always have everything you want simply because you want it and feel you deserve it. Sometimes you have to earn things, hell, MOST times you have to earn things.

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So here’s my answer in it’s fullest, feel free to skim it and then reply to the points you disagree with in the comments.

“When my sons were toddlers, and they didn’t get what they wanted, when they wanted it, we simply ignored them. We took away food or plates, just to make sure we didn’t have a huge mess to clean up afterwards, but we didn’t do much more than that. When I was a young boy, my parents had a philosophy about how you should behave in public. ‘Don’t embarrass me, behave yourself!’ was the mantra. I don’t think that’s such a bad thing. My bad behavior reflects on them, and maybe they don’t want to feel like assholes in public settings. That’s not unreasonable if you truly think about it.

I don’t advocate beating your child by any means, but don’t just let them shriek and scream and throw themselves around on the floor around other people who didn’t ask you to bring your problem child into the store/restaurant/movie/etc., either. Be respectful of others, teach your kids to be respectful of others and the world will be a better place for all.

I would always let my kids start their nonsensical tantrums. If we were in public, I would shush them and tell them in no uncertain terms to stop it. STOP IT you’re bothering other people. At home? Knock yourself out. No, literally, knock yourself out.  Eventually you’re going to realize that I’m not playing your silly games.”

I know some parents believe in allowing their kids to express themselves, I know some parents say “You can’t tell me how to raise my kid, it’s none of your business!”.  To those parents, I say you’re wrong. I CAN tell you, because when your precious little angels/special snowflakes/unicorn farts leave your home and enter a public area that I happen to be in at the same time, their personal expression and their lack of respect for others directly affects me.

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You are the parent. You set the limits, you enforce the limits or you will be judged by others. Don’t like being judged? Tough, grow up, that’s life.

A lot of today’s parents need to realize they’re the ones in a position of authority here. You are NOT your child’s friend, you are their PARENT. You are supposed to be the bad guy sometimes. You are supposed to hurt their feelings from time to time. EVERYTHING cannot be roses and unicorns and cotton candy. That’s unrealistic and you’re setting them up to be unable to deal with the real world as adults by doing this to them.

Plus, those of us who have to endure your annoying kid would really appreciate you shutting them the hell up while we’re trying to have a nice dinner out, without OUR kids for the first time in two years. I just wish more parents would realize that while their child may be the center of their own universe, the rest of us really don’t care to tolerate him or her every time we have a chance to cross paths with them.

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One addendum here, and it’s going to enrage someone, I’m sure of it. If you can’t get a sitter or someone to care for your baby/toddler but you desperately need to go see Iron Man III at the theater, guess what? You just have to deal with the fact that life isn’t fair. Don’t bring a toddler to a movie that they’re not going to understand, get engaged in or be able to sit through.

I paid my money to see this movie, just like you did, sure enough. The difference is, I didn’t bring a moody, cranky little person along who might ruin it for other people. Think beyond yourself. Parents are the reason that kids are insufferable in the first place. Just like your child shouldn’t get everything he or she wants the minute or the way he or she wants it, you yourself aren’t deserving of things if they negatively affect others. I’m sorry. You don’t have to like or agree with that sentiment, but you absolutely have to realize that the world at large could give less than half a shit about your feelings. I want to see, AND HEAR, my movie.

I Miss My Mom

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Six years ago today, March 21, 2007, I lost the most wonderful woman in the world. My Mother. She was a rock, she was giving, loving, caring, fun and fantastic. There aren’t enough words to describe her.

For the last 8 years of her too-short life, she battled dementia. They said it was a form of Alzheimer’s. We visited tons of doctors and specialists, and never got a definitive diagnoses. It was horrible.

Today marks the sixth anniversary of her passing, and it still hurts just as much today as it did back then, to know that the world, and my children have lost such an amazing woman. She never complained, she never put herself first and she loved her grandbabies with all of her heart. They didn’t get to truly know her as she once was, two of them barely remember her at all, but they were loved with a heart so big, they can still feel it today.

On March 23rd, it will be my father’s 75th birthday. We have nothing but great memories of our time together with Mom.  They were married for just shy of 50 years, and were together for nearly 55 years.  And he misses her every day. I miss her every day.

To try to explain her in a blog post would be a herculean effort. I would be writing for weeks, at a minimum. This is a woman who never drank, never cussed and never had a bad word to say about anyone. She endured life with my father and myself, and she loved us without question. We were awful people, still are in fact, but she was our number one supporter no matter what.

It’s on this day, I want to remember the woman she was, not the woman she became thanks to Alzheimer’s. It’s a disgusting disease that robs a person of everything they are. I would so deeply appreciate it if those of you who visit this site can take a minute to click this link: The Alzheimer’s Foundation and make a token donation to the cause for a cure. If you can make it in her name, I would be eternally grateful.  Joneta C. Mothershead, Loving Wife, Mother, Sister, Aunt and Grandmother.Obviously, you don’t have to and I won’t judge you if you don’t.

Six years to the day, and I still miss my Mom. She was and still is, the best person I have ever had the privilege to know in my life.

Losing Your Best Friend SUCKS

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Roscoe, the dog who never met a grilled meat he didn’t like.

I’m a Dad. I’m a husband. I’m a best friend to two, four-legged animals. Roscoe and Jewels are my adopted babies.

Let me back track a bit here. When we first moved to South Carolina from Maryland, nearly 9 years ago, we had a Beagle named Buddy. He was a stubborn animal, but so good with the kids, and so friendly and loving, he was part of the family. Unfortunately, he got sick shortly after we moved in and got settled and we had to have him put down. That was god-awful miserable, especially since we weren’t expecting it. Luckily the kids were mostly all so young, we didn’t have to do a lot of explaining and dealing with the pain. It about killed me, but I’m a big boy and I got through it just fine.

Fast forward a year or so, and we adopted Jewels as a puppy. She’s a Rottweiler/Lab/Something mix of a mutt and she came home to us at 7 weeks old. She’s the sweetest little dog you could hope for. The problem we had was that she was bored during the day and would dig under the fence to escape into the world. Despite my best efforts at plugging the holes, she always found a new one.

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The world’s most finicky, persnickety dog.

That’s when I had the bright idea to get her a friend. A dog to hang out with in the backyard, have adventures and keep her occupied. So we went back to the shelter and looked around. In the outdoor pens, this big lummox of a best game trotting up to me before we ever got inside. He was huge, nearly 100 pounds and was pure white but for a few brown patches. I wanted him immediately. He was the first dog to come greet us and he really looked like he wanted a loving home. So the wife relented and we brought Roscoe home that day. His name was her idea, I wanted to call him “Old Paint” since he looked like a horse, but she refused.

And it worked. Jewels quit digging, and adjusted to life as we had hoped. Roscoe was already five or six or seven years old at the time we got him, (nobody really knew for sure) and apparently came from a pretty neglectful house. He wasn’t one to play fetch or roll over or any of that other cool-dog-trick stuff, but he was lovable. He like to have his ears scratched and he loved to eat. Sometimes to the detriment of our dinner on the grill. There were times he’d sneak off with hamburger buns behind my back and times that he’d drive you crazy for that steak bone. But that’s all he wanted out of life.

Also, being a hound of some indeterminate origin, he loved to sneak out of the yard when the kids wouldn’t lock the gate, or when I accidentally burned down part of the fence with my grill. (don’t ask). When he would get out, he would point his nose in one direction and keep following it. We must have spent over $600 in fines from animal control to reclaim him from the pound. We’d get calls from families who found him and took him in, and they lived 20 miles away from us. He traveled wherever the hell he wanted, not giving a damn. When he finally got tired, he’d lay down and someone would retrieve him. And he never gave a shit. He’d come home, panting with that goofy grin on his face, and wait patiently for a snack or dinner. This dog, while he was never rowdy, definitely gave me a fit. And after the anger would wear off, we’d be fast friends again. He never quite understood what I was so upset about, he was just exploring.

Fast forward to today, almost 6 years later and he’s in bad health. His hips have failed him, his appetite is all but gone, and he’s just miserable most of the time. Selfishly, I put this decision off for too long, but finally today, we had him put to sleep. If anyone tries to tell you that losing your best friend is easy, they’ve never loved or known the love of a great dog. It was one of the worst things I’ve ever had to experience, and I’ve done it before with other best friends.

It’s funny, how easy it is to forget they’re dogs and get to relying on their presence and companionship. It’s easy to forget about them in your busy, day-to-day life and at the end of the day, they still love you completely and unconditionally. All they really ask for is some food, love and attention. And Roscoe personified “best friend” in that respect. He was smelly, stubborn and mostly wanted to be left the hell alone, but he was a big old baby too.

Having to tell my boys was even harder than having to tell myself. We explained to them how he was hurting and how this was better for him in the long run. We told them it was ok to be hurting and sad. Then we all cried and hugged and accepted that we should celebrate the time we had with him, instead of mourning the times we’ll no longer have. It’s still a fresh wound and it’s going to hurt for a while, but we can sleep at night knowing that Roscoe no longer has pain in his life.

So, this is my farewell to my buddy, my big ol’ goofy boy. Roscoe, we’re going to miss you buddy.

Rest In Peace Fella.

Diet Update – I’m A Failure

No Willpower[3]So, a little over two weeks ago, I announced right here that I was planning a new diet and exercise routine. And for the entire first week, I think I did great. For me, at least. I stuck to the plan, fasted for 16 hours a day, avoided alcohol and worked out.

And as always seems to be the case in my life, anytime I intend to try to start something new or get into a new routine, things go to hell.  Let me explain.

The first night of my exercise plan, I was in workout mode. I got through the first set of exercises in my circuit and was starting on the second set when my father called. My father is 75 years old this year and he’s gotten to the point where he talks for hours on end about nothing in particular only to get to his point at the one hour mark. And thus, this interrupted my momentum.

Needless to say, I struggled through the rest of my set, after having an unplanned hour long break between circuits. I also discovered just how out of shape I truly am that night. For the next two days, I was so sore in my thighs, it was all I could do to stand up off the couch. That was expected, having done squats for the first time since I was in high school.

So, my initial momentum was thrown off. Then financial disaster struck us, nothing outrageous, but we had to deal with the stress and figure things out. Then Valentine’s Day and my 38th birthday happened. To celebrate, I had some beer with dinner. Then some more the next night, because you’re only 38 once!

Further, my father’s lady friend had to undergo surgery, he needed help with some things that required my time and talents, the ceiling in our bedroom needed repaired to the tune of almost 2 full sheets of drywall, it was tax time, etc. Basically I have excuses, and I realize that. But I don’t deal well with too much stress all at one time. If I can spread it out a bit, I can deal just fine.

It just felt like everything was going on at one time, and my focus turned to problem solving, not sticking to my plan. I need to work on that, personally.

excusesWhat I’m saying here, is I have just slightly more than absolutely zero willpower. I tried to get back into my routine and just couldn’t work up the same desire as I initially had. But I’m not beating myself up here. I WILL get back up on that horse, and I am working to get everything else in order this week so I can start again next week with a clean slate.

In writing this post, I realize just how petty all of my excuses really are. I allowed myself to fall into the “yeah, but” trap. That’s a dangerous place to be, especially if you lack the willpower to push through it all. I think what I need is a fresh start with a clear mind.

I may have lost this battle, but I will not lose the war. I intend fully to turn 39 in a much better state of health and fitness.

First Day of Healthy Living

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Yesterday was the day. The day I started my journey towards a slightly healthier lifestyle. Instead of my usual truckload of bacon, eggs and hash browns, I had black coffee for breakfast. Instead of deep fried butter for dinner, we made Arroz con Pollo (you can find that recipe here). And you know, it wasn’t half bad.

I figure I’ve had nearly 38 entire years of being and eating whatever the hell I wanted. I don’t regret it so much as I realize it’s time to make a change before it’s way too late to do anything about it. I am following a diet plan known as Intermittent Fasting (IF). You don’t starve yourself, you don’t ingest crazy chemical compounds to curb your hunger, you simply don’t eat for a portion of the day, every day. Read more

Just a Quick Thought

Pictured: Not me.

Pictured: Not me.

As I sit here, looking out on the Internet from my palatial three bedroom home on less than a quarter-acre of land in a subdivision in South Carolina, something occurred to me. You don’t really know me, but yet, if you’re visiting my site you have undoubtedly noticed the advertisements on the side of the page there.

Well, I’m trying to pay for the site’s costs by getting just a touch of revenue through those things. You obviously don’t have to click on them or pay any attention to them, and you’re still welcome to visit and share your thoughts, opinions, etc., with everyone. I just believe in full disclosure. Read more

Super Bowl Party For the Family

imagesAnother year, another Super Bowl and with that, another chance to have a great family party for us and the kids. I love cooking up food that we can’t eat every day, because it’s not the healthiest stuff in the world, but to splurge once in a while I think is just fine. Makes you appreciate it a little more as well.

So yesterday, we had a plan. We were going to make some spare ribs on the grill, some cheeseburger and chicken tender sliders, homemade soft-pretzel bites, a beer-cheese dip, homemade tortilla chips, mozzarella sticks and my wife’s famous taco dip. It took most of the day leading up to the game, but we got it all cooked in time to put out a Super-Sized spread for the last official football game of the year.

The kids pitched in, helping with preparation, cooking and of course indulging, and other than the game itself, you couldn’t have asked for a better party. Being a family of long-time Redskins fans, we had no real rooting interest in either team and we just kind of tried to enjoy football for the sake of football. The food was great, and I apologize for not getting pictures to share with you, and we had a great time screaming at the television set, snacking on tailgate fare and wincing at that awful GoDaddy commercial. We almost hurled up all of the treats we had eaten.

Other than that and the 34 minutes without power to play the game, it was great. Sort of our little family tradition. Now if we can only figure out a way to get our Redskins in that game sometime soon.

Looks Like We’re Still In South Carolina

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There’s my hot rod.

The big storm last night wasn’t as big as was expected.  Thank god.  I was really concerned about the old tree in the front yard, which we’ve already had to take down part of. Luckily there doesn’t seem to have been any damage anywhere.  The garden bed/greenhouse cover is still in tact and the house is still in South Carolina. Read more

Going Online With My Life

Welcome to my little piece of the internet. I started this blog to try to categorize my life a little bit.

You see, I’m a father of four and have been married to a wonderful woman for almost 14 years now. We live in South Carolina and both of us work from home. She’s much more successful at that than I am, but I digress. Read more