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Return to Huck’s Harbor!

I think that one of the wisest of sayings is, “when thrown by a horse, get right back on.” While the saying was coined with regards to actually riding a horse, I think it can be applied to almost anything. The point is that when you have an awful experience with something, the fear of trying again will get greater the longer it is allowed to fester, destroying your confidence to ever try again. While fear is an excellent survival mechanism passed down through years of human evolution, it is counterproductive when it prevents one from improving a skill that would allow for future enjoyment far outweighing the risk of trying again.

For my son, the most recent “horse” was the aquatic entertainment center in Burlington, IA known as Huck’s Harbor. I wrote previously in this blog about our dismal first attempt at Xavier “swimming” in my post titled “Terror in the Kiddie Pool!“. Just in case you don’t have time to peruse that post, the basic premise was that we tried the small toddler portion of the water park back in July. For Xavier, that experience was anything but fun. I was mildly concerned that my two year old son would be turned off to swimming forever by the trauma that befell him that day, especially with swimming having been such an enjoyable part of my own childhood. For Xavier that day, the 1-2 foot deep kiddie pool with its various slides shaped like frogs, seahorses, and similar creatures was simply too much, and it culminated with a terrifying float on Dad’s lap down the “lazy river” portion of the park. In Xavier’s defense, Huck’s Harbor needs to work on warming their water a bit for the experience to be truly refreshing.

Our return to Huck’s Harbor came about as we planned our annual holiday visit back to Burlington, IA to see the maternal side of the family. We were going to be in Burlington for four nights this year, so decided to spend our final night at the Pzazz Resort Hotel, part of the enormous Fun City entertainment complex, and directly attached to the indoor portion of Huck’s Harbor mainly devoted to toddlers. Because of the season, and the fact that anyone older than 6 or so will quickly tire of the indoor portion of Huck’s Harbor, we were able to score a rate of only $59 for the room and admission to Huck’s Harbor for our family of four plus Grandma Kay! To further buffer Xavier’s return to the abyss, we invited along his Aunt and Uncle who brought along cousin Sheltyn for his own debut visit to the pool (Sheltyn is almost exactly 3 months older than Xavier, thus his closest relative in age). Xavier and Sheltyn get along swimmingly…sorry, I couldn’t resist. So, we were all set with our second real attempt at getting Xavier into the pool, and our first with baby sister, Hayden who received a snappy little one-piece suit to wear during her own swim.

Surprisingly, Xavier showed mild excitement about the prospects of going back to Huck’s Harbor. Since our last visit, we have incorporated regular showers into his bath-time routine, so he has learned to tolerate and occasionally enjoy water running over his head. Hayden, for her part LOVES the water, and has had some shower time as well, much earlier than Xavier ever did. These factors led us to enter the pool area with a jolt of confidence that was notably absent since our summer visit. The confidence was reinforced as we entered the pool area, and Xavier quickly accepted my hand to walk him into the pool within minutes of strolling the deck to choose a table upon which to store our towels.

Disappointingly, in the dead of winter, Huck’s Harbor still hadn’t warmed their water any, so the shallow pool provided a chillier than expected welcome. Xavier toughed it out, and immediately climbed the four stairs leading to the frog slide. I held back my pride and amazement long enough for him to calmly slide down into my waiting arms, and as he hit the water, the memories of the fear filled summer visit seemed to return in a wave. Still determined to make this visit a success, I quickly carried him over to a pipe draining a steady stream of water onto anything venturing through its path. Once there, I allowed the water to hit me square in the face, splashing Xavier a bit in the process. Clowning it up as best as I could, my slapstick histrionics quickly changed the mood back to fun and excitement. Sensing a window, I set Xavier back down into the water, took his hand, and led him up the stairs of the elevated path leading to a series of small slides. Along the path, there are several areas where water is continually falling from above, and under each I was sure to repeat the clown routine, coaxing heartier laughter from my boy with each encore performance. Once to the middle, I decided to risk my own neck and convinced Xavier to ride on my lap down the widest of the small slides along the path. The ride was surprisingly slick, and we landed with a healthy splash!

Xavier and Dad splashdown!

Xavier and Dad splashdown!

I tried to recover as quickly as I could, ever conscious to keep his head above water, a challenging task to be sure, but critical, I believed, in keeping the fun alive. As I rose from the slightly embarrassing position in which the slide had left me, I was ecstatic to see on my son’s face not just a grin, but a beaming smile followed quickly by the loud request of “Let’s do it again!”

Success! After riding that yellow slide a few more times on Dad’s lap, my slightly bruised behind decided for us that it was time Xavier tried a ride solo. Being very careful not to push too hard at risk of tearing down all progress we had made, we chose the simplest of slides there, a series of four side-by-side blue slides no larger than the smaller of typical playground style slides that Xavier conquered before his first birthday.

Sitting on my lap for a ride down these blue slides was not an option as Dad’s lap (and this is no commentary on my physical fitness, mind you) was simply too wide to ride down…c’mon, they were made for toddlers for Pete’s sake! Xavier was able to overcome the bit of trepidation that was visibly rising up against his confidence, and bravely sit at the top of the slide while I quickly scampered down to the bottom to guide his entry into the water at the bottom. Once at the bottom, I gathered myself, arms outstretched, and asked him to push off. Amazingly, he took the plunge with almost no coaxing, and slid right into my arms so I could again prevent his noggin from splashing under the waves. No more than a second passed before he recovered and wanted to go again. We repeated this routine several more times before I ceased in accompanying him up to the top, and simply stood at the bottom watching him enjoy his unassisted slides into the shallow pool.

Going Solo!

Going Solo!

I could barely contain my pride, and made no effort at all to contain my excitement. Not only had we overcome Xavier’s fear of swimming, but it was becoming apparent that we were going to have trouble getting him out of the pool. Deep down, I never really believed that Xavier wouldn’t ever swim, but I honestly didn’t expect such a quick and decisive victory as this. After many rides down the blue slides, several visits to the “drainpipe”, and a handful of solo rides down that first yellow slide, Xavier shocked me again as he wanted to get dumped on by the huge bucket atop the entire structure that dumped many gallons of water over the center of the structure every five minutes or so. This was no small splash either, it was a true soaker, and Xavier not only handled it, but loved it. It was so pleasing to see him enjoy himself so much.

No Fear!

No Fear!

How about the rookies, you ask? Cousin Sheltyn, while not quite as adventurous as Xavier, had plenty of fun wandering the pool, splashing with Xavier, and contemplating going down the slides…really contemplating. Perhaps next time, and for Sheltyn, a Burlington resident, there could be many next times in the near future. Hayden was terrific as well in her first visit to the pool. Still too young to do much beyond being dipped in the water, she spent nearly the entire time in the water with Mom taking in all the excitement, possibly forming memories that will bring her back with a greater desire to swim than Xavier first exhibited back in July.

For me, much as it did back in July, the visit brought back memories of swimming myself, and causes me to want to find ways to return to the pool on a regular basis. Swimming is such a wonderful way to get your exercise and have fun. It is a sport and activity that my family enjoyed immensely, and quite often. I spent much of my childhood living in an apartment complex that featured an outdoor pool which provided hours of fun every day from Memorial Day to Labor Day. Our far too infrequent family vacations were almost always highlighted by at least a one night stay at a Best Western so we could enjoy the indoor pool. To this day one of my favorite scents is that of the artificially warm chlorinated pool air, and I retain memories of that special shampoo we used to remove the green tint from our chlorine saturated hair. I am overjoyed in our great night of fun at Huck’s Harbor, and look forward to future days spent poolside watching the kids form memories of their own.

Be Well!

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Lil’ Kickers Is Underway

This past Wednesday, our son achieved yet another first in his young life. In this case it was his first day playing an organized sport, and the sport he was playing is soccer. Some (hopefully many) of you read in a previous post titled My Lil’ Kicker, that we would be beginning these lessons as much to get Xavier to develop his listening skills as to get him involved in sports. While my son’s physical skills bloomed early, the ears have lagged behind a bit.

Xavier kicking a ball during his first Lil' Kickers class

Xavier kicking a ball during his first Lil' Kickers class

My first impression of the Lil’ Kickers program is very good. The leader of this “Thumpers” class is Coach Pickle who assured me that, yes, it is his real last name. Coach Pickle is a very patient and pleasant young man (that looks really funny to actually write) who handles a decent sized group of 2 year olds with as much calm and control as one could expect. We were the first ones from our class to arrive, so had a few extra minutes to meet the coach and better understand what they would be doing. Coach Pickle confirmed that while, yes, they would be learning soccer skills, that it was as much about balance, coordination, listening, and teamwork…Good Stuff!

Coach Pickle tries to stop Xavier at a Red Light

Coach Pickle tries to stop Xavier at a Red Light

At first blush, the Lil’ Kickers class appears to be yet another Gymboree Play and Learn class which we have also attended. They sing songs, play games like “Red Light/Green Light”, get stamps on their hands, and even utilize the parachute. Later in the class, however, they brought out cones which they needed to stack in different ways. The cone building culminated in kicking a soccer ball into the tower, thus knocking it over and rendering it useless. Towards the end of the class, Coach allowed a little bit of free-for-all where the kids just kicked balls randomly. There was some guidance toward one of two nets they had in the corners of the gym, as well as direction to avoid using their hands.

Xavier seemed to really enjoy the class, and I am looking forward to seeing how he develops over the next 10-12 weeks under the tutelage of Coach Pickle and his fellow Thumpers. Oh, and before I wrap this up, I must share with you one of my “Proud Papa” moments. During the game of “Red Light/Green Light”, Coach Pickle threw in a curve ball…the “Yellow Light”. As he introduced the Yellow Light to the kids, he asked them if anyone knew what the Yellow Light meant, and, after a brief pause, Xavier shouted out with full confidence, “CAUTION!”. That’s my boy!

Xavier enjoys his first Lil' Kickers class

Xavier enjoys his first Lil’ Kickers class

So, though no whistles were blown, no yellow cards given, and no goals scored, it was indeed Xavier’s first soccer practice. I don’t know if a career in soccer is the ultimate goal of the class, but if that occurs, so be it. Ideally, he will emerge from this class in late February with stronger listening skills, a sense of teamwork, and a killer bicycle kick! Well, OK, maybe just the first two.

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I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Big Trains

Being a Gemini in almost every way, there are loads of subjects that interest me, if only in the most superficial way. Those of us born under the astrological sign of Gemini, if you even casually “believe” in such things, are known to be great communicators with a quick wit, inquisitive about many things, but lacking the patience to stay interested in any subject long enough to master even one. That describes me to a tee, and has helped me in such pursuits as trivia (catch that?) and conversation, but alas, not in any monetary way. I enjoy topics ranging from sports to history, politics to movies, and cars to conservation. One topic, however, has never grabbed my attention…not even for a moment, until now. That topic is trains.

Listen, I’m not saying that I have been completely unaware of trains. I have utilized trains quite a bit in my life as a means of transportation, and even rather enjoyed riding the train during my childhood. What I mean is that trains never intrigued me enough to watch them, learn about them, collect them, or play with toy versions of them. I do remember a friend of mine who had an electric train that I played with once or twice, but watching a miniature sized freight train run around a six foot oval track was far from what I considered fun. Seeing freight trains live meant only one thing to me, a long boring delay in an otherwise efficient trip to wherever it was we were headed.

Now, flash to the present. We live in a neighborhood that is positively littered with trains. From our balcony you can watch Chicago’s Metra commuter trains arriving and departing from Ogilvie Transportation Center (formerly the Northwestern Train Station). Not even 1/2 block to our south is the CTA elevated line carrying the Green and Pink lines servicing Chicago’s West Side nearly 24 hours a day. Within two blocks to our north both the aforementioned Metra trains and the occasional Amtrak train pass over the grade crossings at both Clinton Street and Canal Street on their way into Union Station. Those same trains can be viewed from directly overhead as they pass under either Lake Street or Des Plaines Street. As I type this, I am listening to the hum of a Metra engine, bells a dinging, on it’s way into Ogilvie.

Though it can be a bit of a ruckus during both the morning and the afternoon rush, it very quickly becomes part of the ambient noise, and is easily ignored…if you are so inclined, of course. My son, Xavier became enamored with trains even before he was mobile. Early on, he was particularly fond of the CTA, which we actually ride far more often than we do the Metra. He smiled as the trains clattered by overhead, and he laughed as they pulled in and out of the stations at which we waited. In fact, one of the first phrases he ever uttered was “Up-Up” referring to the “El” train loudly passing overhead on Lake St.

Riding on the CTA El train

Riding on the CTA El train

As he learned to walk, the city opened a new park and playground north of us on the corner of Kinzie and Jefferson. This was shortly after his first birthday, and required a walk across the grade crossing on Clinton St., which typically resulted in a mandatory wait of at least 15-20 minutes to watch a handful of Metra trains roll by at eye level. Xavier’s love of trains was growing, and he was not alone. As we got to know several of the other parents in the neighborhood, it became apparent that this love of the rails was at least in large part a factor of proximity. Without exception, every child (boys and girls) growing up in this area of the West Loop loves to watch the trains go by, though some obsess a bit more than others.

Sensing the interest, Kerry was the first of the parental team to enter the realm of Thomas the Tank Engine, and she jumped right in with both feet. Xavier’s first gift, for no special occasion whatsoever, was the Pirate’s Cove set which included track, a couple of bridges and tunnels (one referred to as Skull Mountain), Thomas, Salty, and a cargo car. The cost for this “little gift” was…wait for it…$150! He loved it, and still plays with it every day almost two years later. Many other engines and vehicles followed including four trains from a company called Whittle Trains that are exact wooden replicas of an Amtrak Engine, Amtrak Superliner Coach Car, Metra Passenger Car, and CTA Passenger Car. On any significant trip from home, Xavier must be accompanied by at least one, and usually several of his trains.

The wooden Thomas trains are relatively expensive, but have a certain handcrafted and traditional feel to them. I think these wooden toys create a sense of nostalgia in this final generation of parents who grew up playing with toys that were considered “high-tech” if they ran on batteries. With an entire community of characters to select from and collect, it also plays upon my inner urge to collect them all. In the past this urge has manifested in collections of baseball cards, G.I. Joe figures, coins, matchbooks, shot glasses, and photos of state capitol buildings. Good for Xavier, and bad for my wallet. The characters all originate in the other, and in my opinion, more evil side of Thomas…the television episodes, all of which are available on DVD. Each episode runs about 8 minutes, and having been created by a Reverend, would teach some sort of good moral lesson, or so we believed.

Xavier watching the South Shore Metra trains come in under Jackson St.

Xavier watching the South Shore Metra trains come in under Jackson St.

I was the one who first introduced the DVDs to the house, so shame on me. Again, Xavier loved them, and for a time, wanted to watch them over anything else available on the television. I brought the first ones home as a surprise when he was probably about 18 months old. The three of us sat down together to watch the first episode without a worry at all. He had already seen Thomas on T.V. a couple of times and enjoyed it, so what could go wrong? In the first episode, “Percy’s Chocolate Crunch”, Xavier’s second favorite engine, Percy, in the course of trying to stay clean by delivering sugar to the chocolate factory, slides on an oily track and crashes rather violently through the entire length of the factory, finally exiting hard through the back wall covered in chocolate. Harmless fantasy to older children and adults, sure, but Xavier was stunned, and seeing the tears welling up, I quickly skipped to the next episode, the name of which escapes me. In this episode, Gordon, the biggest and fastest engine on the Island of Sodor, decides he is too fast too obey a slow caution sign on some old tracks, and before we knew it, he had derailed and crashed through the countryside coming to a stop only after plowing through a barn and throwing his driver and fireman into a pile of dirt. This time we were too late, and Xavier melted down. Though it only took a few minutes to calm him, we went ahead and previewed the other episodes before allowing him to watch them. During our previews we even caught the trains calling each other “stupid” and telling each other to “shut up”. Reverend indeed!

Xavier decked out in his Thomas Gear for "A Day Out With Thomas"

Xavier decked out in his Thomas Gear for "A Day Out With Thomas"

Fortunately, Xavier has grown tired of the Thomas shows, but has replaced them with more desire than ever to see the trains in person down at the grade crossing. We oblige at least a couple of times per day, and he comes home extra happy if he is lucky enough to see an Amtrak being pulled by the efficient GE Genesis Engine and pushed by an Amtrak Cascades Engine. He will even sit down quietly on the floor and page through the free Amtrak catalog showing all the various lines and trips one can take aboard the rails of Amtrak. We are seriously contemplating a long trip on either Amtrak’s Empire Builder or California Zephyr once Hayden is old enough to appreciate it.

Now, as if nurture isn’t a powerful force in child development, Hayden at only seven months old is beginning to take a shine to the big engines as they roll by. Her favorite toys of Xavier’s to swipe as she “army crawls” the living room are his Thomas trains and track. The good news is that if she does somehow end up loving Thomas as well, we already have such a large collection that sharing will be a piece of cake.

As for me, I still don’t understand the obsession, but have certainly learned a lot more about it. I now know the actual manufacturers and models of the various engines used by Metra to power their trains, and Xavier and I have even been introduced to one in particular that the Metra staff refers to as “Stinky Vern”. I have a pretty good handle on when all the different trains depart from Ogilvie Transportation Center as we frequently skip the grade crossing and walk the three blocks to the station itself where we can watch the trains arrive and depart right at the source. I am now familiar with the term “Railfan” and the community to which that name belongs. I know of locomotives with such colorful names as The Blue Goose, The Commodore Vanderbilt, The Mighty Hudson, and the Southern Pacific Daylight Express. I have even filmed some Metra and Amtrak trains during our excursions and posted them to YouTube where I have several hundred views and a handful of comments. Despite all that, I still don’t feel the love, but so long as Xavier and Hayden enjoy the trains, by god, I will do my best to pretend.

Be Well!

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The Nomad Dad

As I continue my evolution into a self-employed online entrepreneur, I run a never-ending gauntlet of new challenges for which I am just now becoming equipped. Some of these challenges include learning new technological skills, finding capital, hunting for great partners, and continually motivating myself to continue working, bypassing the amazing and grotesque story of the woman on Oprah whose boss’ “pet” chimpanzee mauled her beyond recognition. Alas, while these challenges are difficult hurdles to negotiate, the one for which I was least prepared is trying to work at home.

Working in “a home” is not the issue so much as working in “my current home”. My wife, 2.5 year old son, 7 month old daughter, and I all share a 1,280 square foot, 2 bedroom, authentic brick and timber true loft in Chicago’s West Loop neighborhood. If you are not familiar with a true loft, it means that the layout is very open with no doors and walls that do not reach the very high ceilings. We have been trying unsuccessfully to sell our place for about a year now, but the market is tough, and we happen to live in a neighborhood which is developing very quickly, with inventory saturating the market, much of it being sold off on the cheap at developer auctions and such. Our condo is extremely cool, the location is almost unbeatable, and the amenities are more than adequate. It was huge when Kerry and I moved in, and plenty of space even when Xavier came along. Hayden’s arrival earlier this year threw off the “tenant-to-square-foot ratio”, and in preparation for her arrival, we put our place up for sale.

To make a long story short (this isn’t an article intended to sell our condo after all), it still hasn’t sold. In June, I began working from home, and my ability to work in an environment free of not only daily temptations like T.V. and Xbox 360, but also regular interruptions from all three of my roommates has been severely compromised. To be fair, for the first couple of months I was home, my “work” consisted of spending several daytime hours surfing multiple job listing resources and networking, while the “Worldwide Pants” hours were spent working on my blogs. Late in the summer, however, it occurred to me that the world is changing in a profound way right now, and establishing multiple wellsprings of income while building my own personal brand is vital to my family’s future. To that end, I officially undertook other business building ventures, and my “work” has actually become exactly that…work. So, what to do about the home office situation?

Obviously, the best solution is also one that is more or less beyond my control, and that is selling our condo, and moving into a home where I can have a real office with a door dedicated to business activities. While ideal, a door alone will not completely solve the problem of interruption, so I looked to other sources of advice about ways to handle this underestimated challenge. One article in particular caught my eye, with simple and straightforward tips from a father of six who works from home. Yes, I live in a loft, but he has six rugrats at home with him, that gives him a degree of authority on the subject that I respect. It sounds like this is an issue for many Dads and also Moms, and the numbers of people working from home is growing every day, so I want to share Mr. Leo Babauta’s article, 10 (More) Tips on Doing Productive Web Work with Kids in the House, with others here.

Because Mr. Babauta does not specifically offer tips for my situation where a door, or even ten feet of separation exist between me and my potential interruptions, I thought I would add a personal touch by emphasizing the ability to work productively while “on the run”. Yes, for some a nomadic lifestyle is not the most productive, but I happen to live in the heart of one of the most populous cities in the world, so I have no shortage of locations where I can plop down with my backpack and laptop and get some work done. Today I sat in my nearest neighborhood Starbucks (I have four within a 3-4 minute walk), yesterday I did some work at Borders, and tomorrow I might visit Argo Tea.

Coffee shops and their ilk are also not ideal, often they are quite busy, and the music that the staff chooses to play can sometimes be overwhelming. Using these businesses like a biologically advantaged Cuckoo bird also comes with the delicate dance I will simply title “How-much-do-I-have-to-buy-to-be-left-alone-for-many-hours-on-end-and-will-this-Tall-Pike-Place-Roast-get-the-job-done?” tango. So far, so good. Usually I shell out about $2 for a hot beverage and the permission to commandeer my own little corner with electrical outlet for 3-4 hours, and no hassles whatsoever.

So, for now, this needs to be my top solution, though in the long run, it will not be sufficient. There are some things that must be done “in the office”, and for that I must either develop better techniques for blocking out the distractions, or give up some additional sleep. It is also a situation that requires a commitment from my wife, and she has been mostly good about it thus far. One huge benefit to working from home on my own business, after all, is the ability to spend more time with my family, so to some extent, my workday will always be “non-traditional”, it just demands a little creativity and dedication.

I’d love to hear from others who either have dealt with or are currently dealing with this same issue. What have you tried to better the situation? What has worked, and what has not? Oh, and if you think this story can benefit others, please pass it on, either directly, or by using the share buttons directly below this article.

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The Halloween That Was

So, as we leave the three-day period known by the Catholics at Hallowmas, I can’t help but reflect a bit on one of the most fun, but also one of the most meaningless of all the holidays we celebrate today. Additionally, now that my son is beginning to understand some of the more entertaining elements of the celebration, i.e. getting candy, I wanted to understand at what point the candy element became part of the holiday. It struck me, like so many elements of the other major holidays, as just more American consumerism overwhelming the true meaning of a widely celebrated holiday. Finally, as I attempt to eat healthier and take better care of mine and my family’s diets, I wanted to see if there was some way I could start a movement to eliminate some of the candy overload we are all forced to participate in every year on October 31.

So, the consensus is that the modern celebration of Halloween originated with the ancient Celtic festival of Samhein (pronounced Sow-in). See, the ancient Celts lived in what is now Ireland, Britain, and parts of Northern France. What many people do not realize due to the climate moderating currents in the Northern Atlantic Ocean is that the United Kingdom sits as far north as cities like Calgary, Edmonton, Moscow, and Stockholm. The winters there, while not as cold as those continental cities in Canada and Russia, still hover near freezing, and the days in the winter get very short, and correspondingly very long in the summer. Imagine a winter there without the aid of electricity, heat, accessible food, modern plumbing, and pre-wrapped bite size chocolate candy…brr, gives me the chills just thinking about it.

Samhein for the Celts marked the end of the summer as they had completed harvesting their crops and were in the process of slaughtering their livestock for their winter stores. The Celts also lived in a time and place that was still unfamiliar with Christianity, Islam, and probably even Judaism. Their gods were those who controlled the elements around them, and their belief in an afterlife was of a spiritual world of the dead which existed separate from their world of the living. During Samhein, the Celts believed that the boundaries between the realms of the living and the dead became “ill-defined” allowing co-mingling with dead spirits both harmless and harmful. The Celts donned disguises during this festival often depicting the evil spirits that might do them harm. Sensibly, they believed that if they looked like an evil spirit themselves, perhaps the real evil spirits would leave them alone. Finally, in preparation for the long cold winter, the Celtic Druids would build massive bonfires upon which the Celts would burn crops and livestock as sacrificial offerings to the gods…so much for logic, eh?

The Romans finally arrived in the lands of the Celts around 40 A.D., bringing with them a couple of late-fall festivals called Feralia and Pomona that became combined with Samhein. The Roman festival of Pomona specifically honored the Roman goddess of fruit and trees, and its symbol was an apple. This symbol likely led to the tradition of bobbing for apples in later years. Later, the Catholic Church created the holidays of All Saints Day on November 1st and All Souls Day on November 2nd in order to bring a semblance of Christianity to the celebration known collectively as Hallowmas.

Not until the mid-1800s did the traditions of dressing up and going door to door asking for food or money emerge in America. Gradually, Halloween became more about community and big Halloween parties. Community leaders and schools gradually made an effort to remove the mischief and superstition from the holiday, and by the middle of the 20th century the holiday became secular and aimed primarily at the youth of America. Trick-or-Treating became the custom and flourished as a way for the community to “share” the cost together, and theoretically prevent “tricks” to their household and property by providing treats for the children. Halloween is now estimated to be a $7 billion industry, second commercially only to Christmas.

For a time, children would often receive apples coated in candy, toffee, caramel, and sometimes nuts. These homemade treats, while certainly scrumptious, provided fodder for hysteria as rumors of ne’er-do-well hiding blades and needles in these treats scared most parents into forbidding the eating of such treats in favor of well-sealed confections made by big candy companies. In fact, most unsealed candy and treats are now considered some of the most detestable of treats one can receive on Halloween, and may even subject the treat provider to some “tricks” for their audacity. Convenient circumstances for companies such as Hershey, Mars, Cadbury, and Nestle to swoop in with solutions for every American home.

So, what are the kids today celebrating? Instead of being frightened by spirits of scamps and rascals or stories of mischief and terror, we are more scared of other people surely intending harm. Most trick-or-treat parades appear populated with parents herding munchkins still dressed as vampires and pirates, but also as Teletubbies, Thomas the Tank Engine, and other popular icons of the day. While more sanitized, these aren’t too far off my own memories of Halloweens past.

Most of my candy-hauling took place during the early 1980s and involved loads of Snickers, Milky Way, 3 Musketeers, and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, but also way too much Good n’ Plenty, Necco wafers, Double Bubble, and those annoying Peanut Butter nougat chews in the Orange and Black wrappers. I was an unabashedly terrible costume creator, but loved the “thrill of the hunt”, and during my best years went with a handful of friends sans parental supervision. We would stop off at home from time to time to empty our load and head out to a different zone (or occasionally hit some of the “good” houses a second or even third time). By the end of those nights, I had undoubtedly collected a year’s worth or more of candy, and ate a good portion of it immediately after the mandatory sort-and-trade session. I was a big fan of Almond Joy and Mounds which I could score for a song from most of my friends.

Some of my most entertaining Halloween memories, however, were not of trick-or-treating, but rather the all too rare Halloween party involving those Taffy Apples, apple-bobbing, and various games. I wore some pretty cool costumes (mostly homemade) back when it was my mother, rather than me, choosing my disguise, and later admired the handiwork of my more imaginative friends.

I guess now, as a parent, I am hopeful that we can find a home in a place where those old-school parties of the past will take place, and my kids can have the same great memories of this holiday beyond just the brands of candy and fears of the dark strangers of the world to interfere. And here is a thought for all parents next year, how about being one of those “bad” houses and give away something other than candy for a change? How about shiny quarters, or dollar coins if you are able? Perhaps Clif bars if you must give a candy-like treat? If you already have made this change, what did you give out? I am just thinking in the spirit of helping our country be a little less obese, perhaps we can help delay the orgy of sweets that typically begins with Halloween and extends right on through New Year’s Day every year.

And please, if you absolutely must give out candy, just don’t, whatever you do, be the house giving out those wretched Black and Orange wrapped Peanut Butter nougat chews. If you do, may the trick be on you!

Happy Halloween that was!

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Young Kids and Hot Days Don't Mix

2009 has been a strange year for weather here in Chicago. By all accounts, it has been one of the coldest and wettest years on record, while down in Texas and parts of the Southwest they bake in 100+ degree heat and severe drought. Well, we finally had a scorcher here in Chicago yesterday, relatively speaking. It was by no means even close to the hottest days I remember, and should not have been in any way unexpected, but it was hot enough to stay indoors, that much is not in question.

So, I took Xavier out for an early morning visit to the park, still covered in shade from the ever-rising condo development just to the east. We ran around and got some energy out, but then it was back home as the heat was rising for a long day of books, toys, and lots of Thomas the Tank Engine videos. Right now, the video on repeat is Percy’s Chocolate Crunch, but that is neither here nor there.

He handled the indoors fairly well most of the day, but come 7:15 or so, when Xavier began running random laps around the house, it became very clear that he needed another outdoor excursion. By 7:30, most of the heat had gone away, though it was still very muggy. He was not interested in the park, so we went by the river to watch all the boats troll up and down the waterway. Before heading back home, I treated him to a tasty chocolate shake at Baskin Robbins; a reward for “dealing’ with the day.

Xavier enjoying some cool breezes by the river.

Xavier enjoying some cool breezes by the river.

It leaves me with a question for all of you parents out there…what do you do to entertain your young children on hot summer days? Do you just head outside with light clothing, sunscreen, and hats, or do you have cool and inexpensive indoor fun on the docket? I’d love to hear any and all suggestions!

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Terror in the Kiddie Pool!

I have just spent the last 5 days in Burlington, IA visiting Kerry’s family.  It was a pleasant enough week as the weather and hospitality made for a relaxing time.  I got to play golf twice, practice once, and had plenty of home cooking to fill my too-ample belly.  Today was getaway day, and being July 3rd, I set Noon as our departure time in order to beat the crowds headed into downtown Chicago for the fireworks.  Of course, the kids wake us up between 7 and 8, so we needed an activity for those 3-4 hours before we left.  Kerry had the winning idea…Huck’s Harbor!

Huck’s Harbor is a surprisingly large water park that makes up only a portion of a huge family entertainment complex called Fun City, and is plopped right in the middle of the strip malls and fast food joints that lie on Roosevelt Ave. just north of Highway 34…yes, the same 34 that we in Chicago call Ogden Ave.  In addition to Huck’s Harbor, Fun City features a resort/hotel, a children’s/young adult “arcade”, a bowling alley, at least 2 dining options, AND a casino.  Not bad for a town of about 30,000 people.

So, we were off to Huck’s Harbor.  The drive over from my mother-in-law’s house was all of 5 minutes…tops. The cost for two adults was $12 for the entire day, and the two kids under 3 were free.  We purchased a “swimmers” diaper for Xavier for $2, changed into our rarely used swim gear, and moseyed on over to the indoor kiddie area.  It was a pretty great setup with a gradual ramp to wade into the 1 ft. deep water which held an array of miniature water slides, a few of which were in the shape of such aquatic denizens as a frog and a fish.  There were two of those mushroom/umbrella things which you could stay dry under, but got wet as you entered.  There was also a bridge-like structure in the middle from which various styles of 2-3 foot high slides exited in every direction .

Xavier has been swimming twice in his young life before today…in back-to-back days down in Florida when he was 7 months old.  He liked it then, but that was a long time ago.  Xavier loves taking baths, but is not fond of the shower.  He abhors getting water in his eyes, a boy made for the desert, I suppose.  I, on the other hand, was a fish as a child.  I have nothing but fond memories of swimming as far back as I can remember, and was quite proficient at it as well. Having children that like to swim (or at least know how) is important to me.

So, once we got Kerry and Hayden settled at a poolside table, I took Xavier’s hand, and we moved to the wade-in point. As we wandered in, I was relieved to feel the bathwater temperature of the pool…at least we wouldn’t be dealing with blue lips from the chill.  Xavier handled this part pretty well, and strolled around the pool with me for several minutes. At some point shortly thereafter, we stopped, and I sat down in the water next to him, and started to lay back to show him that we could swim just like in the smaller bath back home. This did not go over well. Xavier’s lower lip began to quiver, the eyes squinted, and the crying began followed quickly by near screaming.  I sat back up, of course, and held him, reassuring him that I was OK, and he would be too.  I then picked him up and we strolled around the pool, stopping at every drenching opportunity to soak daddy’s head to demonstrate safety and fun.  He was having none of it, but I didn’t want to give in so easy lest I foster a fear of water in him.

By this time, Grandma Kay showed up to watch Hayden, so Kerry came in for an assist.  It was a fruitless effort however, as Xavier only continued to cry and plead to get out.  At one point he even told Kerry that he pooped, and that we needed to go back to Grandma’s to change him (he didn’t — clever boy).  We chose next to walk outside in the sun to warm up a bit, and check out the other attractions.

Aha! The Lazy River…surely an easy way to introduce him to the water.  I grabbed an inner-tube, and sat him right on my stomach so he could slowly ride above the water around the complex. Well, he did stop crying, and even enjoyed himself for a brief moment as Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” played loud enough for me to mock dance with him. About halfway around, he had enough however, and wanted out.  He held it together through the end of the circuit, but that was enough of Lazy River.

Next, we tried letting him watch me swim a couple laps in the adult pool.  This he seemed to enjoy, though it did not make him want to get in the water any more than before, and reminded me how difficult lap swimming is when you haven’t done it in years.  Once I caught my breath, we decided to attempt the kiddie pool once more before abandoning ship.

I carried Xavier in, and we moved to the corner of the pool right next to Kerry, Grandma Kay, and Hayden with a rope netting serving as a barrier between us and them…it didn’t go any better.

Get me out!

Get me out!

So, still not 100% ready to give up, I sat down and held him again.  I moved back away from him slowly and asked him to follow, which he did.  I then told him that if he walked all the way out of the pool and over to the table, all the while holding my hand, we could go back to Grandma’s for lunch before we left for home.  He sucked up his last few tears, and made me proud…it’s the little victories, y’know?  Kerry quickly wrapped him in a towel before he and I went to the locker room to change back into our street clothes.

I'm spent!

I'm spent!

So, I am not terribly concerned. I think he just needs more exposure to swimming. I am going to try to get him into the next session of lessons at our local pool to help warm him up to the idea of swimming.  He is 2 years and 4 months old now. What are your experiences with your kid’s early attempts at swimming?  Have we done any damage or missed a key entry point? Any sound advice, or just entertaining stories of commiseration are welcome!

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Again with The Shedd?

So yesterday was Father’s Day, my 39th as a son, and my 3rd as a Dad.  Shockingly, I did not go golfing on Father’s Day this year, though I did partake of some of the ongoing stop and start of the U.S. Open at Bethpage Black.  I slept in a little, then had some scrambled eggs for breakfast, courtesy of my 2-year old, Xavier.  Yes, he actually cracked and beat the eggs a bit.  My Mom came in from Naperville, and we spent a good bit of time at the park with Kerry and the kids.  Kerry (I am choosing to believe) unintentionally dressed Hayden in an outfit that claimed “I Love Mommie!” on Father’s Day…hmmmmm.  Later, we had yet another showing of our condo (listed for sale since mid-September with nary an offer), which required the usual 2 hours of cleaning and arranging.  The rest of the day was nice and generally calm, topped off with a small ice cream cake from Baskin-Robbins.

Today, we gave the Shedd Aquarium another shot.  After our rough go at it last week, I discovered that my Dad had become a member, so is now afforded 4 adult and 4 child admissions with each visit.  We immediately took advantage, and asked him to host us as a day-after Father’s Day outing for the four of us.  What a difference it made going on a normal admissions Monday versus a Free Thursday.  No line, and no cost removes the worry of taking young children who are bound to get bored before getting your money’s worth.  Normal price for the full experience, which includes the Oceanarium and the Wild Reef (really the only attractions that make the Shedd worthwhile in my opinion), is $29 for adults and $22 for any child over 1!  That is $80 we “saved” today without waiting in a 2+ hour line.

Xavier enjoyed the fish for a while, but quickly bored of that, so we took him down to the Oceanarium to see the Beluga Whales (cool) and the Dolphin show (cooler).  The only issue we had there was that toet g a good seat, they suggest arriving about 15 minutes before showtime, then they started about 10 minutes late, so by the time the dolphins came out, Xavier was in near meltdown mode.  He barely settled down in time to see the dolphins jumping, which is really the only part of the show he enjoyed anyway.  Despite the pre-show tension, watching the smile of awe take over his face when those incredible creatures fly out of the water made the entire trip worth it for me…and hopefully, for him as well.

After the dolphin show, we did some diaper changing, and had a small snack that Kerry had packed.  We headed up to the Wild Reef where they have a true to life shark tank with several varieties of small-ish sharks.  Now, of course they don’t have Whites, Blues, Tigers, or Makos in there, but they may as well have been to Xavier who was ecstatic to see those sharks swimming virtually all around him.  I am sure he will want to go back again, and now, thanks to my Dad’s generosity, we can do so for free.

Well, almost free.  Kerry couldn’t resist the urge to buy him a pack of small shark figures for the tub.  I am certain they will be a big hit tonight!

So, Dads, share your Father’s Day fun with everyone here by leaving a comment (heck, you Moms can leave one here too…just don’t forget it was Father’s Day).

Be well!

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A Walk in the Park?

Well, since the last time I posted here, my life has changed somewhat dramatically, and for the better…I think.  On Monday morning I was laid off from my job at Rand McNally, the company for whom I have toiled for the last 14 years of my still young life.  It wasn’t a surprise, and in my opinion it won’t be much longer for the remaining employees anyway…the sad story of the demise of a Great American brand.  In any case, I am now home, so can spend more time here and there with my wife and kids.

Well, yesterday while talking on the phone with a friend of mine, he asked if we would be going to the Shedd Aquarium this week to take advantage of the free admission.  What?!  We have been waiting for two years to either find the free passes available at the library, or actually realize they have a free day at the Aquarium in time to go.  After all, the Shedd is a fortune to attend with a family…and that is before you even pay for the Oceanarium portion.  So, I checked it out, and indeed, all this week the aquarium is free, though you still have to pay for the Oceanarium, but at a discounted rate (not shown on their website, of course).  I talked to Kerry about it and we decided that we should go.

So today we awoke and took care of the usual business of breakfast, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, and Special Agent Oso. Kerry packed a bag, gathered up Hayden and the stroller while I herded Xavier out into the hall.  We hopped on the El (we are only six stops from the Museum campus on the El) and Xavier got to enjoy the sights along the ride.  Xavier is starting to remember the names of the streets we go over in the Loop all the time, a good skill for the future.  We stepped off at Roosevelt and began our slow trek over the the Aquarium…about 1/2 mile I think.  A 1/2 mile is not too far a walk, unless you are a 2-year old, and one who is fond of trains at that.  So, Xavier dilly-dallied his way along until we arrived at the Shedd Aquarium just before 10 (it opens at 9).

WOW!  Imagine our surprise when we saw the line stretch outside of the Shedd all the way along the front side of the Field Museum.  For those not familiar with the Museum Campus in Chicago…that is a LONG line!  I probably should have known better having lived here so long, but I did not anticipate that.  We also had made the mistake of really talking up the aquarium to Xavier, as it was one of the few Chicago museums he has yet to see.  By this time, he was all too excited to see Nemo and some sharks.  So, Kerry and I saw the line and quickly shared that look needing no spoken words to understand that there is no ef’n way we are going to the aquarium today.

I picked up Xavier, showed him the line and calmly explained to him that I was sorry, but the line was just way too long for us to get in to see Nemo or the sharks today.  I then showed him the nearby lakefront with all the cool sailboats just bobbing away on this sunshine-filled morning, and tried to sell an amble up the lakefront as being equally as fun as the aquarium would be.  As he looked at me visibly working out what I was telling him, I quickly mentioned that we could try it out again on Monday when we would have to pay for there to be no line.  He bought it, and off we were to look at some boats.

Xavier checking out the cool boats!

Xavier checking out the cool boats!

So, sounds like the end of the story, but that would be just too easy, right?  I mean, if everything just worked out, then why would I write about it?

Hayden will be 10 weeks old tomorrow…that’s 2.5 months to the normal non-parent.  She is smiling now with regularity, and really likes looking at herself in the mirror on her swing (much more than Xavier ever did).  Hayden also like to be held, a lot.  Hayden’s other noticeable trait?  Boy can she ever cry.  Y’know, I never would have guessed it, and maybe this is because I am a guy, but there is definitely a difference between a baby girl’s cry and a baby boy’s cry, at least there is with my two kids.  Xavier would cry, but generally he just wanted the offer of a boob, and all would be well until he fell asleep – full and content.  Hayden likes to eat, don’t get me wrong, but that is just it…eating is eating for her, and sometimes the offer even seems to offend her, making her cry more than ever.  Her cry has a shrillness that Xavier’s did not.  It is a shrillness that suggests “DO NOT EVEN THINK OF TRYING TO CALM ME DOWN!  CALM ME DOWN WILL YOU?  I’LL SHOW YOU CALM!”

She is a very pretty baby girl, but has that way of making both Kerry and I lose that piece of our mind known as sanity.  It is a cry that makes us say the craziest things to each other…things we know we don’t mean.  So, cry she did; boy, did she ever cry.  We tried holding her, feeding her, rocking her, and just pushing her in the stroller, but to no avail.  She cried all the way from the aquarium up to the Buckingham Fountain, another sneaky long hike with a 2-year old in tow.  She cried through the mini-lunch that Kerry had prepared for Xavier.  She finally calmed down and went to sleep when I strolled her over the bumpy grass along noisy Lake Shore Drive between the fountain and Jackson St.  And with her descent into restful sleep, a peace fell over Chicago’s lakefront, and for the briefest of time, all was well.

Spending time at the Buckingham Fountain

Spending time at the Buckingham Fountain

We backtracked a bit so Xavier could at least spend some time looking at the always impressive Buckingham Fountain up close, like you should.  We walked through the rose garden just to the north, and even got some good pictures of Xavier and Kerry enjoying the sun.  On the way back to the El, Xavier had a chance to check out some more Metra tracks…a past-time that never seems to get old.

Kerry and Xavier in the Rose Garden
Kerry and Xavier in the Rose Garden

So, like many things when you have an infant, the simplest of plans most often goes awry.  While we suffered through the “on-the-fly” change of plans and the seemingly unending crying of a baby, we got to spend a beautiful morning together as a family outside on Chicago’s lakefront, and that’s a good thing.

I’d love to hear of similar events you have had, so please feel free to comment back with stories of your own…good, bad, and ugly accepted.

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2 Month Checkup

Yesterday was a big day for the kids. Xavier kicked it off with his first dentist visit ever. He is officially 2 years, 3 months, and 10 days old. His twenty teeth are perfect. He has already learned how to (briskly) brush his bottom left teeth, and tongue. He struggles, but can brush his lower right teeth. The upper teeth are still very much a work in progress. All is good, though, and the dentist was pleasantly surprised at how well behaved Xavier was. Next checkup is in December…we’ll see how he does then.

Following the dentist, we shuffled across the hallway to Hayden’s 2-month checkup at Town & Country Pediatricians. Hayden was seen by Dr. Donahoe for the second time, though, sadly, it was his last day with Town & Country, so she will have a new doctor next visit. Hayden is doing very well. It was her nine week birthday, and she weighed 13 lbs. 9 oz. That is the 90th percentile, my friends…she is a good eater! 2 months is also the BIG shot visit on the vaccination schedule. With Xavier, we admittedly went into the 2-month checkup a bit unprepared for the four shots and an oral vaccine for rotovirus. That was a rough visit, and he definitely suffered side effects for a few days afterward. So now, they have combined vaccine called Pentacel which, in one injection, covers Diptheria/Tetanus/Pertussis, Haemophilus influenzae type b, and Inactivated Poliovirus. We decided to hold off on the Rotavirus and Pneumococcal, opting to visit a month later for those. We had to sign a document saying that the Pneumococcal was offered as part of the official government vaccination schedule, and that they are not liable if she contracts the illness in the meantime.

On the topic of vaccinations, I actually tend towards following the recommendations. After our experience with Xavier, however, and in discussing it with my brother, sister, and others, I agree with my wife that 5 vaccinations in one visit is just simply overdoing it, and four weeks is not a big risk to take. With Xavier, this was one of the two sources of arguments between Kerry and I. My feeling is that while vaccines might appear to be excessive and dangerous (potentially unnecessary), you would feel awfully stupid and guilty if your young baby contracted polio or tetanus and died…right? Research on this topic provides little comfort as you have both sides presenting fairly compelling reasons to go either way. At about a year with Xavier, Kerry successfully swayed me to the feeling that so many shots so quickly is just not necessary, especially with our kids being home rather than in daycare, so we are now getting all the recommended vaccines for both children, just on a slower pace.

So, Hayden got a single shot yesterday, and shockingly, she barely made a peep. In fact, she was smiling at me not more than 10-15 seconds after the injection. Yes, smiling was her new trick last week, and she is getting good at it in a hurry.

After dealing with some silly billing issues (why can’t all medical billing have a printed due date?) we left the office and shuttled over to toys et cetera to get Xavier his reward for being so good. For those of you in Chicago, toys et cetera http://www.toysetcetera.com/ is a small independent toy store chain with three locations in Chicago and another in Evanston. For us, they offer the most comprehensive line of Thomas the Tank Engine toys that we have found…yes, larger than Toys R Us! Xavier had never specifically asked for a toy before, but last week he told us that he wanted “Duck” and it was a bit of an obsession for a few days. Well, Toys et Cetera didn’t have “Duck”, but fortunately, they had one better; they had an Amtrack engine from a brand that makes trains compatitible with the Thomas trains and tracks. We live blocks from Ogilve Station in the West Loop of Chicago, so Xavier is a bit of a train fanatic. Amtrack train spottings are a daily highlight fo him, so this was a fortunate thing to have happened on to say the least. I will look for “Duck” and hold him for the next rewardable situation.

So, I am proud to say we have two happy and healthy children, and I continue to enjoy feeling a temendous amount of pride in them.

If you care to share, I would love to hear people’s feelings on immunizations, pediatric dentistry, toy stores, or Thomas the Tank Engine…especially if you have personal experience with any of them. I will also be getting in touch with toys et cetera to encourage them to setup an affiliate program, then you can buy your toys right through this here blog!

Be well!

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