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My wife and I are trying something radical in parenting. We’re spending some time with our kids.
Okay, maybe it isn’t radical. In fact, it is probably the definition of parenting, but it is something that can be a challenge when your schedule is full of projects and work and household chores and hobbies and such. To make sure that we spend time with our kids, we’re scheduling it.
Wednesday nights after dinner are now reserved for 1-on-1 parent/daughter time until bedtime. My wife takes one daughter to the kitchen where she gets to don a special hat, apron, and oven mitt while I take the other daughter to the basement for some video games or Lego playtime. We all get to do something that we like–spend time with our kids and enjoy some personal interests–and our kids get some personal attention. And each week, we switch daughters.
I know, it probably sounds like a no-brainer, but being intentional about any activity, including fun ones, takes dedication. We’ve had one of these Wednesday night 1-on-1 times so far, and it was a ton of fun. I really want them to continue, I’m hoping for a long time to come.
Here’s a few pictures from that first one.
Do you have any suggestions for what we should call these nights? I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments below!
Also, do you have ideas for kid-friendly/healthy recipes that we could use in the kitchen with our kids? Please share those too!
Noah looked worried.
He had never before been vomited upon by a pretty nurse and he didn’t know the protocol.
“Are you okay?” he ventured. “I could grab a paper towel or something.”
She started crying, tears leaving her face red, but slightly less covered in sick.
“I’m sorry,” she tried to say and found she couldn’t. Instead, she closed her eyes and breathed softly.
Noah found her beautiful.
“Would it help if I did the shot myself?” he asked.
The nurse looked at him and cautiously handed him the syringe.
Unfortunately, Noah couldn’t stand needles either, and promptly threw up on her.
My wife and I just got home from a trip to Chicago. As part of our 10 year anniversary celebration, we went to Chicago for a day of museums, cheesecake, and Lego fun. And before you think that we only did the things that I wanted to do, let me assure you that we did. I’m terribly selfish that way.
Believe it or not, I had never been to the Lego Store. Sure, I’ve loitered in the Lego aisle of every store that has a selection of toys, but being in the Lego store was different. For one thing, there were giant Lego statues.
For another, there were mini-figure building stations where you could assemble your own custom Lego mini-figures to take home (for the low price of $10 for 3 mini-figures). So that is exactly what I did.
My wife helped me pick out the best configurations for some unique characters. You’ll see them individually in the days to come (as Lego Story Prompts which pop up on my blog every Saturday), but here they are in the package: Judy the Queasy Nurse, Stubby the Pirate with his pet seagull, and Old-Timey Ninja Policeman.
If you are a Lego fan, you should consider making the trip yourself. It was more fun thank you can shake a brick at.