As a father of two beautiful daughters I find this organization very important. It seems more geared for dads and step-dads of girls that are a little older than the Young Extroverted One, but, at least I’m getting as prepared as I can. I know that we’re all in for a very bumpy ride as she gets older I’m just gonna strap in, enjoy the ride and love both my girls no matter what happens. Wheeeeeee…
Yesterday (12-19-2007) at 2:34PM (CST) the parasite arrived into the wild, wooly world that we live in. She is a girl (if you didn’t catch the hint) and rings at 7 pounds, 15 ounces and 21 inches long. Both she and the Elder Holy Extroverted One are doing very well. In fact, people are very impressed that the EEHO was epidural-less. She is certainly more of a tough one than I. While I did hold in there during the right moments I also spent some time with my head between my legs trying not to black out and/or puke. I will write more when I have a chance, I just thought the blog-world (all one or two of you) might want to know how the Introvert/Extrovert family are doing, right now I have to hold the former parasite (acronym to be forthcoming). . . . . satisfied sigh . . . .
The Young Extroverted One is doing very well at her G.O.A.L. hockey clinic. She is in her third week and starting to skate like a pro. Well, as professionally as a five year old can. If it were me and I had a week inbetween sessions I would be starting from scratch every week. Meaning I would be picking myself up off of the ice a lot. I would need to practice every day to get to the point where she is right now.
Week one: she was falling non-stop even with the walker-thingy. Week two: less falling and better with the walker (or should it be called a skater?). The instructors also showed the kids how to get up from the ice. Which seems very difficult and was for the YEO. Week three: “skating” without the skater, a puck handling skill session with Terry Crisp and a little better at getting up from a fallen position.
Being on the other side of the glass I have found it very difficult to watch my child fall or be knocked accidentally over by others. I have found that I need to peel my face off of the glass after such incidents. I just want to be there to hold her hand and push other kids away that might even look like they’re going to knock her over. It wouldn’t be that helpful considering I would probably knock her down because I can’t skate. Plus, she is handling this all much better than I am and keeps trying her hardest to get back up. We constantly reference the Superchick song, “Get Up.”
Talking with Terry Crisp after the session he told me that she corrected him because he was saying her name wrong. Um, YEO? Yeah . . . hey. Um, that’s Terry Crisp. He played center for the Bruins, Blues, Islanders and Flyers. He was an assistant coach for the Flyers and the head coach for the Flames and Lightning. He won TWO Stanley Cups with the Flyers and won a cup as the Flames’ coach. As far as I’m concerned he can call you, me, anyone whatever he wants. Mkay?
Parts of my day yesterday were interesting so I thought I’d share my good times. On my way to my doctor’s appointment I was driving out of the parking garage at work. I tend to take corners fairly close because other drivers love to speed through the garage taking wide turns. However, this time I take a corner a little to close and scrape the pathfinder’s back passenger-side door. It also left a nice bulge in the sidewall of my back left tire. Not good but wasn’t flat yet so I kept my eye on it through the day.
Doctor’s visit went well. I think my beer baby is growing and is on track to take over The Elder Extroverted Holy One’s baby gut any day now. I guess my doctor doesn’t think I’m morbidly obese or he would’ve said something. Right?
I get back to my car and the bulge is still there but the tire is still not flat so I head back to work. After which I pick up the Young Extroverted One and head towards home.
The bulge finally gave up on Ellington Parkway. So, I pull over. I’ve changed a number of tires in my day but I have never had to change a tire in the pathfinder. Sweet. I, finally, remembered where the jack, wrench and other stuff were kept, but, I had no clue as to how to get the spare tire down from under the car. At least I used it as a good learning opportunity for the YEO for I believe changing tires is one of many important skills females should know (unless they don’t want to). So, here we are on the side of extremely busy Ellington, me looking through the car’s instruction book trying to figure out how to get the damn spare tire down from under the car and YEO asking me billions of questions. I tried not to play the men-don’t-read-instructions (truthfully, I usually don’t until I break something) card because, as parents, the EEHO and I are not into the specific gender roles game that society plays on kids. I find the information I need and we move to the back of the car and lower the tire. I then realize that I have the jack in the wrong place and can’t put on the spare tire because the car is not high enough. So, I have to lower the jack and move it. In the lowering process the open passenger door gets lowered into the guardrail and removes a decorative side thingy (and that is the technical term I saw it in the instruction book). WOOHOO! I am way jovial at this point. Hey, at least I’m consistent with damaging only one side of the car!
I think we’ll have to change more tires for the YEO to really get it and for me to show how to do right. She did get to raise the chain that holds the spare tire back up into the holding position. She loved that doing that skill.
This was from a conversation we had while we were at our church’s family retreat on 9/15/2007.
Young Extroverted One: “Dad, I’m happy I’m a girl.”
Me: “Oh yeah? Why?”
YEO: “Because girls have babies.”
Hi, we’re the Extrovert/Introvert family. We’re co-sleepers.
I was going to post earlier when the Young Extroverted One slept through the night in her own bed. But I’m glad I didn’t because it has been hit and miss the last couple of days.
We started co-sleeping with YEO when she was a newborn. Apparently, we were lazy parents and didn’t want to play the ‘it’s-your-turn-to-get-the-baby game.’ Hey, it was great. YEO cries for food the Elder Extroverted Holy One rolls over and pops it in and everyone goes back to sleep. It was system.
However, the transition to crib after the weening process did not go too well. For starters, I’m not a big fan of letting the kid cry and get over it. It kind of makes me sad. So, the YEO has been with us for 4 years.
When she got older we tried everything to make sleeping on her own appealing. My folks got her a Thomas the Tank Engine tent when she was into the Thomas schtick. No dice.
When my lovely ladies were working in Montreat for the summer I painted the extra room a cool green color (her favorite color at the time), put glow-in-the-dark stars (even made the constellations that are in the night sky on her birthday. Yup, I’m a geek) and got her her own ‘big girl bed.’ She no likey.
As we all grew, either in heighth or width, we stepped up to a queen sized bed. Finally! Then we figured that maybe she didn’t like the small bed and that she would prefer a full sized bed. So, we move the full sized bed into her room. Uh . . . as if .
Well, since the summer and the increased renovations on the house next door to us we’ve had increased incidents of brown recluse spiders . So, the whole big girl room/bed thing was way out of the question. So, one day while the YEO was at her grandma’s house EEHO and I carefully picked everything up out of her room and literally threw it out in the backyard. We killed several of the buggers in the process and I still feel creepy-crawly all over my skin. Ugh. Our neighbor was wondering if threw the YEO out of the house. If I was going to do that her stuff would be in the front yard!
So, with her room cleaned out and her original big girl bed replaced and some different arrangements of the rest of the furniture she seems very excited about her new, exorcised room. Her first night in there she slept there all night! It took her awhile to get to sleep but when she did she passed out. It was great! And continues to be great. The other night she came back into bed with us and last night she did as well but said she was crowded and moved back into her room. I think we’ve turned a corner. Just in time to do it all over again with the new parasite. What is it the kids are saying/typing/texting these days? W00T? I have no idea what that means.
All I know is that I am very proud of my big girl for making transitions when she felt it was the right time. The EEHO and I have always been the organic-like parents. We never really stuck to a rigid bedtime. We don’t do the vocabulary/science/math flash cards . . . anymore. When she ate the second pack of cards and didn’t get any smarter we gave up on the osmosis theory and the cards. Just Kidding (or is it, JK?). I kid because I love. We never forced giving up the pacifier. When she sucked her favorite one so hard it tore she looked at it and then us and said, “Paci broken.” And then threw it away herself. Very nice.
Every once in awhile we get impatient and try to force something. Like the sleep-in-her-own-bed thing. But we are the ones who get frustrated. And then the YEO will just do whatever it is whenever she is ready. ‘Nuff said. If she is going to grow up into a fine young woman or gamma girl it will be when she’s darn ready to.
I felt that I had something in my eye so I was looking in the bathroom mirror as the Young Extroverted One was . . . um . . . sitting on the throne (it’s a long story that involves brown recluses that we share our home with and some other insecurities that we are still trying to work out).
I randomly said, “YEO what would you do if my eyeball popped out?”
To which she responded, “I would freak out!”
I was kind of hoping she’d say something like, “I would remain ever so calm and pick up your eyeball and put it in a bag of ice (what does one do with a popped-out eyeball?) and call 9-1-1 to save your life.”
Hell, I would freak out too. But don’t tell a potential victim whom you’re about to rescue that you’d freak out. Right?
“I’m going to be the allest of the universe!” –Young Extroverted One
Said this morning as we’re driving to school. Basically, she was describing herself when she grows up. It’s the natural succession of being a hockey playing, animal rescuing, paleontologising (that’s a cool word) artist. Everyday the list gets longer. Whatever she ends up doing we’re behind her all the way!
I believe the following list of songs grew out of hearing the Young Extroverted One sing along with the chorus of Todd Snider’s “You Got Away With It.” Call it indoctrination of certain progressive ideals, call it brainwashing, call it what you will. The YEO is a very cool four-year-old and I’d like to say it’s all because of her wonderful parents. But, it could be what we listen to as well.
We do love our music and the YEO has been hearing it since she was a little parasite within the womb of the Elder Extroverted Holy One. I guess it’s only natural that she has had a certain groove (musically and socio-politically).
So, enjoy . . .(in no particular order):
- Siyahamba Dan Zanes Night Time!
- The Sharing Song Jack Johnson Sing-a-Longs and Lullabies for the Film Curious George
- Shed A Little Light James Taylor New Moon Shine
- Hello Bonjour Michael Franti & Spearhead Yell Fire
- Anthem Superchick Beauty From Pain
- Conservative, Christian, Right-Wing Republican Todd Snider East Nashville Skyline*
- You Got Away With It (A Tale of Two Fraternity Brothers) Todd Snider The Devil You Know
- I Love Tom T. Hall Country Songs for Children
- I Look, I See Yusuf Islam I Look I See
- Give a Little Love Ziggy Marley & The Melody Makers Time Has Come-The Best of Ziggy Marley & The Melody Makers
- Sing Children Of The World Yusuf Islam I Look I See
- Your Mother Yusuf Islam I Look I See
- My Own Two Hands Ben Harper & Jack Johnson Sing-a-Longs and Lullabies for the Film Curious George
- Free to Be… You and Me Marlo Thomas & Friends & The New Seekers Free to Be… You and Me
- Parents Are People Marlo Thomas & Friends & Harry Belafonte Free to Be… You and Me
- Housework Marlo Thomas & Friends & Carol Channing Free to Be… You and Me
- It’s Alright to Cry Marlo Thomas & Friends & Rosy Grier Free to Be… You and Me
- Stick to the Status Quo Martha Cox, Ryan, Sharpay & Zach High School Musical
- Peace Train Yusuf Islam Footsteps In the Light
- I Can Be Your Friend The O.C. Supertones Veggie Tales: Veggie Rocks!
- If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out Cat Stevens Gold
- A Song of Peace David LaMotte This Is My Song
- We Are Each Other’s Angels David LaMotte This Is My Song
- Love Is My Religion (Acoustic) Ziggy Marley Love Is My Religion
- Shalom Salaam Ziggy Marley Dragonfly
The majority of the songs in this list is available on the iTunes Music Store. If you’d like what you see go buy it and support these artists. Or comment below and we can discuss how wrong it is to steal music from big corporate monster record labels.