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candidates’ forum last week, trying to suck a bean out of my son’s ear
You can’t make this kind of stuff up. Someone, for whatever reason,
the best, most logical thing to do with the bean was to insert it into his
left ear.
First, we got out the tweezers. But because the bean was about the
same size as his ear canal, there was no getting around it to grab on.
Then, while Jen ran down to Google “stuff stuck in your kid’s ear,” I had
the bright idea to put a tiny drop of super glue on the end of a Q-tip,
then try to attach it to the bean. That didn’t work, either, and I know
what you’re thinking and will respond: I did not succeed in gluing the
bean in tighter, even though my wife tried to hang such a rap on me.
Water was applied (yes, let’s make the bean swell), as was something
called an “ear candle” acquired from the local head shop. Andy was
intrigued by the flames and smoke dancing so close to his head, but
As I trotted up the stairs with a stick of gum (don’t ask) and the
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turkey baster, I had to laugh because I know that there are two kinds
of kids in the world: those who stick things in their ears and up their
noses … and those who do not. My wife is one of the latter, while I
must confess that I was the kid who stuck the rubber tire off a
I told her I understood it, but couldn’t explain it. Maybe it’s curiosity
concern, because this is the basis for the actions depicted in the
doesn’t mean you’re going to try to get the lid off a pickle jar with a
Interestingly enough, the more people I told about Andy’s bean, the
anecdotal. And it wasn’t just a boy thing, either. Men and women alike
barfing story; once you trot one of these gems out, everyone in the
But back to the object at hand: Our local doctor couldn’t budge the
bean, and Andy’s howls convinced him to send us to an ear, nose and
throat specialist. The super hero in this case turned out to be Dr. Casey
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Strahan in Edwards, who had Andy lie down on a table, looked in his
learned a valuable lesson, and life resumed as usual with the addition
And now I can’t help but ask readers: Please, if you have a good story
along these lines, send it along and I’ll include it in a future column. If
nothing else, it will help convince parents everywhere that we are not
alone. …
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It doesn’t happen often, but I was out of town for nine days last week
– a week in D.C. for a job thing and then three days at my folks’ home
that I don’t have a job that often requires travel because, in short, the
Which isn’t to say that they can’t get along without me, but for our
place at the expected times. I’m the morning guy, the one who gets
our kindergartner up, fed, dressed, brushed and out to the school bus
Since Jen is the night owl, having me gone is viewed as, well …
him, and that he would much prefer I don’t ever go away again. Fair
enough. Kids his age have that dog-like sense of time: Any wait is a
have a pretty good idea of when my return is, to Andy it might as well
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be sometime in 2010.
travel as part of their regular job, with the ultimate case being military
folks who are away for a year or more. I know from experience (my
sister’s husband was a Navy pilot for 20 years) that it’s a rotten
who sign on. Still, sometimes you’ve gotta do what you’ve gotta do.
It’s a positive thing, no doubt, that kids in families today (or, at least,
those that don’t suffer divorce) enjoy much greater access to both
parents than they ever did in the past. Dads are typically much more
involved from the start, and the burden of constant attention that used
shared project. This may not resemble the historical Western family
times and ski times they grew accustomed to as bachelors – and it’s
Andy hugging and the words “I mist you” at the top. The signature
rainbow was there, and I was back in place to read the latest
And for all the training I received – however valuable – I couldn’t help
but be struck by the realization that, at the end of the day, everything I
This was 15 or 20 years ago, when my Dad was going through what
correctly, that if he’d told my mom about the plane, she’d have nixed
the idea – or, at the very least, hassled him a good deal about it. After
Nope, Dad figured, better to beg for forgiveness after the fact than
acquisition” was much greater than anything that came before it, my
Mom was certainly guilty over the years of buying things my Dad didn’t
– and never would – know about. Mom knew that things Dad thought
handouts to us kids – would elicit howls she didn’t want to hear. And so
normal operating budget that she set aside for the non-consultative
previous generations, where Dad worked and Mom ran the house. In
our case, it was a cash economy, and Mom received X-amount each
week with which to buy groceries and other things. It was a lot easier
It doesn’t take long after a wedding for men and women to discover
that vast differences can exist between what the respective spouses
value. I could hang, say, burlap over the windows and get used to it in
a day or two. I also think cheap laundry detergent does the same job
as the expensive Tide my wife buys. And even if it didn’t, I’d live with
the slightly less-great smell and reduced cleaning power. After all, we
live in a snowy place and all attend school or do office jobs; we are not
oil riggers or diesel mechanics. How dirty can our clothes get?
And yes, I occasionally come across mysterious items that have been
acquired without any input from me. “When did we get this?” I’ll ask,
holding up a box with some random toy or exercise device. Jen will
usually tell me said items was purchased some years ago and cost a
nickel – even it was acquired last week and cost a C-note. For this is
greatly how little it cost and put the purchase date so long in the past
garage, many storage closets and rooms, crawl spaces and attics and
get rid of much of this stuff through channels like consignment shops,
thrift stores and younger siblings and relatives. It is part of the natural
Last Friday night, during our family birthday party for Max, I couldn’t
frozen on his face, I told him about the drive down to Denver with his
mom, the decision to induce labor, the long wait, the epidural and, my
favorite part — the way he wrapped his fist around my pinky when he
came out.
“I know it’s a cliché to say this,” I told him. “But it just doesn’t seem
Max shrugged, his shoulders saying, “Look, this is how old I am. Deal
him when he was first born, no doubt strongly believing that what was
as I became a dad for the first time: Would he like to see the columns?
over the years. This time, he was saying something like “I’m not ready
to look at this material just yet, Dad. Perhaps when I’m older. Although
I still have friends who, upon seeing Andy, our kindergartner, say
“Oh, is that Max?” When I tell them no, that Max is now 14, they are
stunned. That’s because there’s almost no more stark gauge for how
old you’re getting than when you observe the children of your friends
and family. The kid comes out, he or she is a cute baby for a while,
then maybe you don’t see the family for a while and the next time you
bump into them the kid has a goatee, an attitude and a year or two of
Jen and I routinely remind all our kids about different times in their
usually perched next to Jen’s spot on the couch, and she’ll call out an
interesting shot for all to view. There’s Austin, in his diapers, with wild
hair holding his little sister’s hand. So cute! Meanwhile, the 2008
Austin is standing there, face a-bristle with his proto beard, pants
sagging around his ankles, looking about as much like the kid in the
this is all going: children leaving the home. When the older ones muse
aloud about how great it’ll be to be off to college or whatever, it’s hard
not to feel a little wounded. Sure, we know they’re going, but they
up to about age 10. Since I was the last of four, she confessed, my
book was a little thinner than the earlier kids, but it was still interesting
to read about myself as a young child. Part of the reason I write this
column is that it’s my version of the “baby book,” and I’d be surprised
if, some day, the kids (or their children) don’t find it interesting.
It was just a little over a month ago, Halloween night, when the 4-
them over the flame of a jack-o-lantern. Andy took it as gospel that this
him that I had just invented the whole thing between the kitchen and
weird,” not “weird weird” — like when someone follows you home from
“Weirdo” is the most common soft epithet hurled in our family, and
it’s used in the most loving way. With many decades of silliness under
the morning, usually having been up for several hours by the time the
teens and tweens stumble into the kitchen to forage for cereal. I might
like a good water fight, and there was also something called “Wild
Bull” when we were younger. This involved Dad getting down on all
fours and bucking like mad to throw us off. It ended when one of our
Called, simply, “Horsey,” it involves Andy riding atop while the 14-
then demands the freshly resurrected steed get up and get moving.
the couch. Andy lies on the edge of a blanket, is coated with toppings
(cheese, olives, sour cream, etc., all with accompanying sound effects)
and rolled up. I then grab both ends, spin him around a few times
saying “who wants a flying burrito?” (Andy: “I do! I do!”) and then
launch him into the couch. I then grab hold of the blanket and quickly
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actually feeling sorry for them. Now, it’s the other way around. Every
Occasionally I long for the single days, when I could watch whatever I
Mostly, though, I revel in it all and relish the fact that I’ve got at least
weirdness …
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Last week I wrote of ways to work on a better family in this New Year.
It’s something we all want, but it’s not always clear how to go about
it. Men aren’t like women, who share their feelings more readily with
other women, blast out a few tears and feel better. Men keep it bottled
police log from a Saturday night – with its litany of drunken acts of
That snapshot is of the extreme edge, of course, but it plays itself out
in “normal” homes as well. A tired dad home from work roars at the
kids over some slight, and if he keeps it up, a pattern of dreading the
old man’s return at night can develop pretty quickly. We can become
too comfortable in our marriages to where we’re not enjoying the part
Levine, who runs something called the West Coast Men’s Center and
later went on to write a book about how guys can improve their lives
and relationship by remembering a few key things. I helped him edit it,
“Hold On To Your N.U.T.s” here because I truly believe any man who
brings some of this into his life will be better for it.
believes when men get married, they often give up the things they
living – because they feel pressured to align with their wife at all times.
Then, we get resentful and fight or brood over little things when what’s
says, hang onto them and that little stuff will take care of itself.
Also in the book are eight tools for being a better man. Here they are:
5. Be the rock
6. Don’t argue
7. Listen
I don’t have the space here to go into all of these in detail (the book
does that), but they should all make sense on the surface. My
favorites are No. 1 and No. 6 because they represent obvious traps
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men fall into often without realizing it. How often do you sound like a
5-year-old stamping his feet because you didn’t get your way? Cut
Some men think it’s impossible to stop arguing with their wife (or
anyone) since that’s how things get done. They’re wrong. Give it a try
often put at the top of the list of things they like to see in men.
For 2008, if you can embrace just one of these tools along with the
notion of hanging on to those things that make you feel good, you’ll
be in a better spot. And if you want help along the way, turn to the
men in your life. It may take some work to get them back in, but men
the date they fix upon is January 1. Many a diet has been launched on
For me, though, it’s always been August 1 – Colorado Day. Officially,
the first day of August commemorates the day in 1876 when Colorado
It was 10 years ago this July that I had the wonderful opportunity to
took the stage in a 14th Century Swiss castle. At the time, I was a single
dad with a 4-year-old son. I was also still a smoker, and Max was
getting to the age where it was getting harder to hide my evil habit
that sneaking around was no way to model good behavior for Max, and
so I resolved to quite.
On Colorado Day – right after I got back from Europe, world capital of
smoking.
also can reflect on other ways being a parent has changed me. Most
the window when babies start showing up, and one’s view of the world
is radically altered as you realize, “Hey, it really isn’t all about me!”
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Talking to friends who don’t yet have kids, they shake their heads
when I tell them about some of the things that change when you
But it’s more than that, of course. When you’re 25 and single, a
Saturday night out on the town may seem like an imperative. At that
age, one craves the scene, the action, the possibilities of mingling with
the other sex. When that’s replaced with a quiet night at home on the
couch with spouse and kids, you don’t really miss it. It’s become rather
meaningless, in fact. Although that’s not to say that making time for
And that may be one of the things parents struggle with most.
Finding a night away from the kids has always been a challenge for my
wife and I. Making time for oneself is also important, and something we
don’t do often enough. The theatre I used to love so much has mostly
youngest gets a little older. I wouldn’t trade being a dad for anything,
but there’s no doubt these middle years are tough on the self.
So, as Colorado Day arrives tomorrow, I’ve got a new project I’m
going to resume work on, another habit to kick and some pounds to
for personal improvement – what’s wrong with May 23 or Sept. 27? But
I do know that, 10 years ago, setting a firm date and sticking to it was
what worked for stopping something. Any self-help book worth its salt
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will tell you to do what works for you, so pick a date if you’ve got
And if you’re a parent, take a hard look at things you miss from your
pre-baby days and ask if there’s a way to fit that back into your life.
that each one of them has a dozen cousins. They don’t get to see one
Last weekend, I took two of the boys to see my sister in Winter Park.
She lives in Boulder but also has a condo at the base of the mountain.
With her oldest already in college at the Naval Academy, it’s not often
they have all four of their kids in one place – and this was one of those
occasions. We didn’t do much; just sat around and talked while the
kids alternated between video games and some reality show about dog
of his time to their two German shepherds, I know the boys love seeing
My cousin base is a lot smaller. Dad was an only child and Mom had
only one brother. When he brought his three kids to visit from
Scottsdale once a year or so, it was like festival time. Kids seem to
intuitively get the unique relationship they have with cousins. They’re
like special friends – even if you’ve just met, the bond is already there
somehow. And all this when I’m convinced the littlest ones still don’t
understand that the cousins are Daddy’s sister’s children. Daddy has a
sister?
our families are. Jobs, sprawl, wanderlust etc. take us far from where
we grew up, and the village concept — where men help each other fix
cars and build homes and women help watch each other’s kids —
family, and even taking time to see siblings, in-laws, cousins and
Cars and interstates bear part of the blame. With roads connecting
every corner of the country and gas, until recently, pretty affordable,
the urge to move around was greater than the natural state of staying
again, especially when we can no longer afford to drive our SUVs any
For cousins, though, I think the time they get to spend together has
just shifted from childhood to young adulthood. Once they’re all off in
of them that they’ll catch up with each other on their own once in a
while. The bond is already there, the proximity will happen along and
our kids will maintain – however loosely – the links that hold our family
together among the other 300 million folks kicking around the country.
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For now, though, I try to make the trek down to Winter Park or
Boulder when I can. But it’s not easy given the schedules of two large,
busy families. Even friends who live across town present tremendous
As for my own cousins now? I have one e-mail address, but I don’t
even know where the other two live. I should check on that; I really
should.
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When my son Max was born 14 years ago, I held him up in his blanket
he might have said, “Wait’ll he wants you to teach him how to drive.”
Max isn’t of age yet, but I’ve already taught his older sister (now 23)
and am working on Austin (16) and Kaylie (15). So far, the three have
and, as it is with just about anything you try to teach, some people get
it faster than others. There’s always the kid who simply has a knack
for, say, drawing and another, equally smart kid who can’t get past a
all kinds of stuff, but I can still get lost driving around the block in my
own neighborhood.
Southern California. Since I usually drive a stick, she started out having
the time I traded it in for an automatic. Brittany was always the kind of
childhood, so she seemed pretty well prepared for the driving thing,
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even if she did give me a few instances of heart failure along the way.
Austin is a fine example of how sometimes you can be too smart for
your own good. He can ace complicated math tests, perform on stage,
write pretty good essays and short stories but, when it comes to
shifting my Civic from first to second, it’s like I asked him to quickly
suffering as he yet again lets up too quickly on the clutch and we buck
and jerk to an ignominious stall. The motor races, the tires squeal and
shift from the passenger seat as he worked the clutch. By the time I
halfway there. Even so, I know I gave my folks a few frights, especially
The basic instinct for parents, of course, is to have kids remain home
at all times. From the time they’re about 18 months old, though, we
have to start relaxing the ties that bind; and when they finally solo in
the family car or their own junker, well, it’s a scary moment. Even if
the last thing we feel like doing after work is go get whiplash at the
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hands of our teens, we know the more they hear from us the better –
And may they drive more prudently than I did at their age ….
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youngest turned 7, and the trek to Denver for the Chuck E. Cheese
We were wondering if this would be the last. When he turns 8, will his
the other four kids tooling around what is essentially a kids’ casino,
pumping tokens into the machines, delighting at the tickets that get
spit out (for later redemption on plastic junk) and generally having a
pretty good time of it. I found a Star Wars game I liked while Jen was
When it comes to family fun, it seems, letting your inner nerd shine
…” kind of thing. Either way, I think Andy knows that when he asks for
Chuck E. Cheese, he gets the whole family in one place, and that, more
things. I’m not sure Chuck E. Cheese is completely out of the picture,
but the baby rides at Elitch’s are a thing of the past, as are a variety of
things from diapers and binkies to daytime naps, Blues Clues (mostly)
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and even most of our animated film collection. With our other kids at
markedly decreased.
but with three ready to tromp off to college in quick succession starting
in two years, the notion that the minivan is going to be mostly empty is
release our inner nerd. Jen had the kids singing along to Abba songs
not too long ago, while I had them all stumbling through the words to
Weezer’s “Pork and Beans” on a recent trip back from the movies. It’s
all stuff that gets filed away, like my own childhood memories of
massive water fights with our dad in the backyard. But like most
if doing that stuff with my children’s children will be the same. But I’m
guessing it’s pretty darned close. And with Jen and I working full-time
jobs now, it’s tempting to think that, by the time grandkids come
along, we’ll have a little more time to play. Again, though, I can wait a
As we head into another family tradition – the trip to the big balloon
with greater expectations as they grow in our family lore. But kids get
older, they want to bring friends or boyfriends, and things that used to
this that makes sense, but it’s never easy for the parents – we who
So will next year herald another trip down the hill to Chuck E.
Cheese? I don’t know, but I will say this: I’ll still be up for it.
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One thing you’ve got to appreciate (if not always love) about family is
how they can push you outside your comfort zone. It could be
Over the past month, I’ve traveled over 5,000 miles in what you
dresses for our daughter in Joplin, Missouri and I skied with my brother
rural Alabama was truly memorable. Her dad’s home has evolved into
more, and a golf cart and ATV provided endless amusement for the
kids.
place like this – complete with a front-end loader in the driveway – was
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enough time to explore this whole world, but we did our best. Max, my
look at this” and I’d follow. One time it was a 5,000-pound safe in his
together. The next day, he suggested I join him to clean the turkeys his
If this was a test, I passed it by not shrieking and running away when
he sliced into the birds. I’m no hunter, but I’m not a vegetarian, either,
at the Elks Lodge in Pahrump – a funky little town about an hour west
the meal and I served as apprentice – something I hadn’t done with Pat
since I was a teenager and spent summers with him in Vermont. It’s
hard to think of a less likely place for either of us to have been without
the connection to our dad. But it’s the kind of thing you do for family –
It’s not news that families are mostly comprised of insane people,
some of whom are impossible to get along with. That’s why we try to
limit the exposure: Two or three days is plenty of time to pay a visit,
exposing the good stuff while deferring the rest; or, at least, allocating
it to those closer family members who must deal with the madness on
a regular basis.
Mostly, though, it’s all good. And while there was a time not too long
ago that I wouldn’t have had any idea how to handle a dead wild
turkey, I now feel I know enough about the process to skip it all and
head to the grocery store. But it’s the experience that matters – and
family.
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heat in Scottsdale. Those of us running families know all too well that,
I don’t mean that literally, but the end result is the same as a
that’s on top of all those national trends pushing up the price tag on
gas, milk, corn and, more than anything, health care. We love our
Mooney, and it’s called “Not Keeping Up with Our Parents: The Decline
• Ninety percent of those filing for bankruptcy today are middle class.
• Credit card debt has risen 31 percent in the past five years; middle-
over $10,000.
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Does that make you feel any better? Didn’t think so. Needless to say,
when people like Mooney write these books, they don’t even get into
what it’s like for middle-class folks trying to make it in a place with an
reality of what it might look like around here if the middle class is,
literally, driven out of the valley. It’s why our county commissioners,
town council and other leaders are pushing for things like a more
else we can do to ease the burden on those who make the county run.
It’s easy for some to criticize families for, well, being families with
kids — expensive kids. I love the argument that those who can’t afford
it should leave – or that they should never have come in the first place;
or that they shouldn’t have kids if they “can’t afford them.” Pretty
babies.
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leave because they can’t make it in the High Country. We all may have
different ideas of what, exactly, is meant by “making it,” but for most it
means being able to afford a decent home, paying the bills and having
some left over for recreation, vacation, savings, retirement and the
realize we’re not alone – and that keeping our heads above water is a
The other night at dinner, I asked our two teenagers how much they
“$200?”
“$750?”
when I reflect on the fact that I’m always agonizing over the shelves of
want and can afford. Jen loves cantaloupe, but the one I bought the
cantaloupe!”
I kept silent, but when I got home I told Jen to be very cautious with
this melon. We’ve been known to not getting around to cutting them
up, then realized they rotted on the counter right under our noses.
Fresh food, it turns out, is a lot more expensive than stuff in cans and
boxes. We tend to buy a lot of the cheap crap at Wal-Mart – the cereal,
the cans of peas and boxes of Cheez-Its – because it’s almost always
meat labeled at, say, $18, you don’t want to see the slightest blemish
As gas zips merrily along toward $5 a gallon, it’s almost getting ready
organic milk costs like 6 or 7 bucks a gallon, and the 6-year-old spills it
on the floor and wonders why Daddy is trying to get it back into the jug
make a bowl of cereal and dump out the remaining milk and hear
myself saying “What the hell are you doing! Don’t you know this stuff
market and look at the stuff lying there on the ice that’s $15 or $20 a
pound.
“Who buys this stuff?” I wonder, as I try to get close enough to see if
anything’s on sale – but not so close that the guy behind the counter
asks me if I’d like some help. The only thing remotely affordable is a
box of fish sticks, but ever since one of the kids found a tiny piece of
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scale in one a couple of years ago, they are treated as poison in our
household.
I read somewhere the other day that the first batch of Chinook
salmon from the Copper River in Alaska are starting to hit the market.
This is some tasty fish, but don’t get too excited because due to the
bad-for-you crap or gas for the SUV that seemed so cool and roomy
“food museum” — you can only look at a lot of the stuff, while the
things you can afford are like the cheap postcard you get at the gift
shop.
I think I need to let my wife start doing the shopping. It’s better that I
don’t know ….
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Last week’s column about the game Guitar Hero III got me thinking
even more about how kids learn, what they learn, and whether their
experienced as kids.
For the most part, they’re not. Sure, in 1980, a cell phone was
communicators on Star Trek, and the most advanced video game was
Pac-Man. But we had fun with our games involving mud and sticks, and
the mall. Many of them had haircuts similar to mine at that age, and
but in practice the look isn’t too much more ridiculous-looking than
And despite the cell phones and texting and iPods and all that extra
connectivity and hardware teens pack today, at the end of the day the
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most important things are the same: They want to look good (at least
relative to the pack), smell good (or at least not too badly) and stand
out from the crowd commensurate with their comfort level. Few have
kids on one end, the over-achievers and obnoxious ones on the other,
and the bulk stacked in the middle trying to keep abreast of the wave
It’s a frightfully old cliché that teenagers cannot for a moment believe
their parents have the slightest idea what they’re feeling and
we’re able to say something that breaks through the clouds and makes
them think, if only for a moment, that we are of the same species.
When our 14-year-old went to the Pink Floyd laser light show up at
Beaver Creek last week, I told her I’d seen such a thing myself many
dozen Grateful Dead shows and got a little bit more reaction – a look
For readers who haven’t hit the teen years yet with their kids, get
from the doctors, labs and dentists we’ve obtained services with over
We are, for the most part, a healthy family. But kids need shots and
parents also need an occasional look under the hood. Multiply that by
six and you can have a genuine headache on your hands as you try to
figure out how much of each bill the insurance paid, how much we’re
cracks.
and “Helter Skelter” only to be told that the wrong form was filled out,
or that the original claim was mistakenly filed with the wrong
That particular story goes back almost 12 months ago, when our son
Austin, after waiting all year for his buddy to come out skiing with him,
broke his collarbone on Christmas day. On the first run. It was painful,
ruined his Christmas break and was somewhat embarrassing since the
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Dad, though, still had miles to go before any such resolution. The
first, so the claim got paid and I got the EOB saying I owed about $120
Then, sometime last summer, I start getting bills again. Then a phone
call. Turns out our insurance made a mistake: They shouldn’t have
paid what they did, so the hospital was tearing up the check they’d
“You’re not going to cash the check they sent you to pay this
Every day you hear about doctors and hospitals going bananas trying
dutifully turned around and sent to the hospital. This, combined with
what I’d already sent them should certainly have resolved the
away.
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Then I get a letter from a collection agency saying I still owe $57 for
owe this last bit, and I figure I better work fast before Moose and Rocko
In the meantime, we still exhort the kids to be careful and not hurt
about the extra level of concern on my face, they only need to know
that, in addition to my wish that no harm befall them, I also don’t want
to get spun into the existential hell of a hospital insurance claim once
again.
but I’m not sure how much of that is covered by my out-of-pocket co-
and how those numbers affect the number of people clogging the
grocery store aisles during busy season in the mountains. That got me
create.
have. Agreement is not always a given, and I think it’s fair to say that a
woman who wants two married to a man who wants five is going to
Oftentimes, babies seem to come more if and when they feel like it
I don’t recall where this quote came from, but it was from a mother
with a dozen or so kids who said “I wouldn’t trade any of my kids for a
And so some potential people never make it. The metaphor I like to
think of is some sort of ether in the Earth’s vicinity, where the souls of
terrestrial duty. One of them is the little girl my wife and I talk about
now and again. We wonder what she would be like, how she’d fit in
with the rest of the family, how tightly she’d have me wrapped around
Again, though, what is the right number of kids? We have five, with
one out of the house and one part-timer, who splits his time between
our house and that of his mother in Littleton. Jen says five is perfect,
park (this is also true on the ski hill, for the most part). If I were
planning a family from scratch, I’d have lobbied for three as just the
right number. Two can get on each others’ nerves and play off one
having siblings.
And what about zero? I have a number of friends who’ve chosen this
route (or who, possibly, were fated not to have kids). I may envy their
freedom: They can sit down on the couch and read a book without
being climbed upon, and they can plan trips without having to multiply
all expenses by six or seven. I don’t envy the quiet that pervades their
homes, however. The bustle of family life is what keeps me happy, and
when, on the rare occasion, I’m home alone for more than a couple of
back.
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I think a family is like a lake full of water: it seeks its own level and
somehow gets comfortable there. If that level is just two people happy
at that level, so be it. Ten years ago, I had no intention of being in such
a full lake myself. But then there was a flood, I guess, and here I am
boat.
It may look crazy to some people, but for us it’s just about perfect.
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milestones and notable moments. They range from first smile, first
Dude, I was a total rocker as a kid. I had the extreme good fortune to
Islanduhs) in New York. Pretty much every band that played Madison
Square Garden played Nassau, and it was there in 1978 that I saw my
first concert: Kansas. I saw Queen there, Pink Floyd, Rush, Yes, Charlie
Daniels … and a dozen or so Dead shows. Back then, tickets were eight
or 10 bucks, and you could buy your T-shirt (de rigueur for next day at
school) from black-market guys in the parking lot for another 10 bucks.
Rocks, Rainbow Music Hall and the old McNichol’s Arena to catch a
bunch more Dead shows and everyone from The Cars and Lou Reed to
Stevie Ray Vaughan, The Clash, The Blues Brothers, The Who, The
Stone and Peter Tosh. I was a concert warrior, totally had it down and
knew how to navigate crowds, find tickets, dance like a Dead Head and
always know who was coming to town and when (and all this before
the internet!).
trappings of adult life cut into my concert-going quite severely over the
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past 10 years. This summer, an old friend from high school and I went
to Red Rocks to see John Prine – and it was the first time I’d been there
since the mid-90s. Happily, the place looked more or less the same,
rooms. I’d caught Beck in Denver in 2000, saw a few Elvis Costello
shows in L.A. when we lived out there and got “treated” to Yanni and
But there was one band that I really wanted to see live, and that was
Weezer. A powerful but nerdy four-piece out of L.A. that I’ve loved
since they came out in the 1990s, Weezer also became a favorite of all
three tickets and told the boys they were going to their first “real” rock
concert.
As it turned out, only our older boy Austin could go. The show was at
the relatively new Broomfield Event Center in, well, Broomfield, and we
had floor tickets. It was a kick to watch Austin’s reaction when the
warm-up band (Angels & Airwaves) kicked things off and we felt that
blast of amplified power from the bass and drums that’s always been
recorded format, I felt that old rush of adrenaline when the band took
the stage – and I knew Austin was feeling the excitement as well.
Garcia walk on stage, but the guys in Weezer definitely had cooler
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outfits.
Some things have definitely changed. The tickets were $65, a T-shirt
was a shameful $35. In the age of people downloading music for free, I
don’t mind paying a band to show up and play live – but $35 for a T-
shirt?
pounded by a live rock ‘n’ roll band. If the kids want to tag along,
they’re welcome to. And when the time comes, their kids can tell their
When school districts put their hand out for money (an almost annual
occurrence, it seems), one of the things on the wish list is often dollars
lab.”
We send our kids off to school in the hopes they’ll get a break from
and pens and pencils and the like. Because over the past few years, we
Jen and I both have laptops for our work, and they double as personal
his own Mac a year ago with lawn-mowing money; Kaylie got a hand-
me-down Dell laptop from Jen; Andy and Max share my old Mac
Powerbook. Six people with five laptops and one wireless network adds
of need: The more we use these things, the less we can perceive life
without them. Jen can no longer watch a film without IMDB’ing every
actor and actress on the screen and singing out details of their career
has a way of silently moving into position in front of the keyboard, halo
firmly affixed, and tapping away like mad. This is a kid who, at 3, was
already a whiz at using a trackpad and knew how to find his own set of
bookmarked sites.
The thing that fascinates me most about how our three teens use this
guess you call a myspace power user, changing the look and sounds of
her site almost daily and working in her spare time to create new
customize her page. As boyfriends soar to the top of the charts then
myspace page. And her circle of girl friends, from what I’ve seen,
how they look. It’s kind of like an online beauty pageant where the
For all the doomsaying about the influence of computers and online
they should learn about it. We monitor what they play and for how long
and make sure the myspace pages are “invite only” to keep away
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creeps. Sometimes we wonder about the time spent peering into the
screen, but then we look at the wonderful Photoshop work Kaylie has
done to enhance her myspace page, the fiction projects Austin and
Max have both undertaken using their Macs and some of the cool,
any professional job and a good many others will contain heavy
them.
Even so, sometimes edicts must be issued to get the damn things
turned off on a bright fall day. Regardless of the laptop’s appeal, it’s
doubtful anyone will ever say they’d wished they’d spent more time on
the computer when the paths and trails of autumn beckon from
outside.
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There’s this tableau I have in mind, that some day I will be at the pool
or the park and relaxing on a bench reading a book while the kids play.
This, after all, is the image most commonly proffered in various media
It’s fair to say that most parents today don’t subscribe to the notion
from rolling in the grass with our toddlers all the way up to consulting
the days of the fully disengage parenting model that included wet
nurses, nannies, private tutors and boarding school. What’s the point
in having kids if all those barriers are put in place between you and
your children? Maybe back then it was all about needing a few names
for the will or hands for the field, but nowadays people mostly have
kids because they’ve decided they want them. And that includes
I can’t say that my style of parenting came from any great strategic
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own father was a kind of scary, mostly remote figure who only
So, when my wife took three of the kids to visit her mother last
weekend and left me and the 16-year-old to fend for ourselves, we got
sat and read a book in the middle of the day and didn’t have to get up
every 3.5 minutes to fill up a juice cup, tend to a boo-boo or help with
The older kids tell my wife and I that we’ve spoiled our youngest, and
away with more than the older ones. But I don’t recognize being on-call
whom has already left home – we know how short these years are, and
kid in front of the TV for an hour or let them play on the computer
while we nap, read or work. When the call comes later to go build a
sort it into the “media lies” pile and focus his avarice on the RC
I shouldn’t be, but I’m still amazed when kids this young can parse
they simply have to learn these skills early on in our wired (and
of shows like “Gilligan’s Island,” “Land of the Lost” or “The Six Million
Dollar Man.” I can even remember being transfixed by all the old
status and overall story line, and it never occurred to us to giggle over
difference in media options. To get to the big scene where the two
for the monster. In the 1970s, we didn’t realize how badly the special
effects sucked, nor did we spend much time wondering why a country
that had recently had two of its major cities nuked kept producing films
For “Jimmy Neutron” fans like our youngest son, the formula satisfies
are long on faux-tech and short on logic (as well as adult input). For
the defeat of Mothra, one must have a logical plan developed by adults
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world,” where e-mail can follow you to the ends of the Earth and one’s
brain must filter 1,700 ad impressions per second (or whatever), what,
then, to make of parents who don’t let their children watch any TV at
all? I’ve met these people and their children; all seem perfectly normal.
But when the kids go off to college and are suddenly bombarded with
the media from which they’ve been carefully sheltered, will their brains
explode?
Hard to say. As Jen and I watch Andy skillfully work the trackpad on
too much plugged-in time. But then we’ll spend an hour hiking to look
help but think that, even as we wring our hands over media saturation,
to the kid it’s all just multi-flavored diversions. A snake in the grass is
Like most people in their dotage, the halcyon days of childhood exist
but sporadically in the memory. Most of the first five years are gone
(except for the time my mom grilled my hand by accident), and I’m not
and some ridiculous story about, well, kids going to the moon.
radio in her Dodge Dart, that’s where I was musically around age 6.
tell. Last week, it was “bring in music you like” day, and Jen prepared a
It must be noted that Andy and I both are the youngest in the family,
their music. Compared to an oldest child, who has mostly only his
earful from the older kids – not just in music, but in language
things like “Barney” and “Sesame Street” as “too baby,” I was listening
younger age. I’m willing to accept both of those, in fact. Much has
been written, many hands have been wrung, over the supposed
one friend who doesn’t allow his children to ever watch television;
others who let the kids watch all day and all night. Parents can choose
as they deem best, of course, but the proper thing seems to strike a
should they be kept in the media closet for years so that they emerge
setting. As I’ve noted before in this column, we like to play Guitar Hero
once in a while, and Andy has decided his favorite song to play is
“One,” by Metallica.
music day, Andy had Jen put “One” on a CD for him. While the other
kids trotted out their Raffi and Barney or whatever, there’s our
I wish I could have been there to see the look on the teacher’s face.
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and, upon a review of the lyrics, I found no bad words. And although
the singer’s urgent wish for death is not exactly the rainbows-and-
Even so, it was one of those “Are we bad parents?” moments. In the
judgment and rest assured that the child is not permanently scarred?
sat back to watch as the two teenage boys started “playing” songs on
it. The idea behind Guitar Hero III – a game available for things like
Playstation and X-Box – is simple: It’s karaoke for guitar, where each
song comes out you like a road, with the notes being color-coded
Never mind the fact that suddenly my wife and I were hearing our
The even odder thing was that those who would normally disdain such
exciting.
About a week into the era of Guitar Hero III in our living room, I finally
said, “Give me that thing!” I strapped on the tiny red guitar and took a
What I love about the game is the environment built around it. The
thankfully, drinking and drugging) and rolled it into the characters and
high boots, a shaggy blond mane, headband and animal tooth around
his neck. In between songs, helpful “tips” come up, like “Yes, the stage
monitors are, in fact, diving boards.” I also appreciate how some of the
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But — and this is a big “but” — I can’t help but wonder as I watch the
kids play whether I’m witnessing the demise of the real guitar hero. If
today’s teenagers are spending hours mastering old rock songs on this
game, who’s out in the garage learning on an actual guitar? Our oldest
son at least plays piano, but now he seems to spend more time on
the fake instruments of the Wii and X-Box world. What, we may well
Since Guitar Hero came into our home, I’ve asked around and found
that almost everyone I know either has one, has played one or has
heard of it and wants to try it. This is not just our kids. I find it’s a great
ones applauding are the fake audience members inside the game). The
other thing that’s cool about it is that now, everyone in the family
except Mom plays it. We found a “cheat” for the 6-year-old so that he
can play without getting failed if he only hits 1 percent of the notes.
twisting his body, bending his knees, hopping around and even raising
the guitar over his head á la Jimi Hendrix. And yes, his favorite is “Slow
Ride” by Foghat – one of those songs I thought I’d go the rest of my life
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I’d be curious to hear from more real musicians what they think of
this trend, since Guitar Hero most certainly won’t be the last of the
where singing and drumming are also part of the mix). Does the future
look like one where people playing real instruments are replaced by
those only playing fake versions of songs written and performed in the
past? Or does something like Guitar Hero inspire kids to pick up the
real thing?
Time will tell. But for now, I’m going to go try “Welcome to the
Jungle” on “hard.” It’ll help me forget about the status of the family
checkbook.
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Like many kids his age, our 6-year-old is fascinated by things that
grow. We’d tried a couple of small plants indoors over the winter, all of
Then we found some silly thing at Bed, Bath & Beyond in Dillon that
was a little glass jar with a brown, dirt sack of a head made to look like
a fireman. Extending from the sack was a wick, which, when in contact
with water, purported to have grass-like “hair” sprout from the thing’s
head.
My wife told me I was crazy for spending $10 on the thing, but Andy
which we are merely a stop between China and the landfill, the grass-
head fireman turned out to be a pretty decent deal. That is, if you
weigh the cost of something against how much time the child actually
pays attention to it. (By this measure, the highest return on investment
entertainment.)
After the success of the fireman, it seemed logical to look at the next
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for the environment, Andy said he wanted to plant a tree “to save the
Earth.”
How do you argue with that? Even though we’re just renting our
place, the $4.96 dwarf pine we found at Wal-Mart seemed like a pretty
opportunity to dig a good-sized hole in the corner of the lawn. Since I’d
been out there a week earlier exhorting Andy not to dig holes after
getting hits with his metal detector, this was a pretty big deal.
And the hits kept coming: We found several large, wriggling worms in
the hole, which Andy was happy to hold in his hand until the time came
to reunite them with the earth and its new inhabitant – Treedy.
made perfect sense to him that our part of the deal was to weed the
damn thing. An even more hated task than cleaning the basement,
(fortunately he had horrible aim, but the image still haunts me).
in our kitchen.
Now, of course, I wish I could grow a garden like that. I know some
So, Treedy is our one little project. We gave it some fertilizer, water it
winter, but for now, it seems to be thriving. And, so far as I can tell, no
weeding is required.
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moving. Once kids get past elementary school, their viewpoints can
become part of that decision, and they will usually set up a stiff
opposition to moves that take them away from friends, routines and
that’s a little farther from the resort. For our family, we rolled the dice
in 2000 and made a big move to L.A., then returned to the mountains
Summit County, I counted up the number of times I’d done so: once
Seems I just can’t quit mountain living. On Monday, though, I’ll have
Summit Daily News. Since I already live in Frisco and commute over
Vail Pass every day, the prospect of being able to bike or even walk to
work is very appealing. Don Rogers, the Vail Daily’s former editor, is
was “only 33 minutes” and not that bad for much of the year. Last
an hour or more. I think the record was about two hours and 45
minutes – not counting the nights I couldn’t get home at all. The wife
and family seem to like to have me around, and Vail Pass was, quite
greater distances for jobs. It’s an odd thing about our economy that
people will commute up to and over 100 miles a day to clean hotel
community where said job is. They will drive through blizzards, over
treacherous passes and icy roads just to make a buck. They will leave
for work before their kids are awake and, if they’re lucky, arrive home
in time for an hour or two of family time before it’s time for bed.
I often wish the folks who sit in their comfy homes in Vail or
many of these families will make that tough decision to quit the
mountains altogether, and then we’ll wonder where all the workers
went. We’ll clamor for more “H2-B” visas to get foreign workers in their
place rather than make the tough decisions to improve conditions for
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the worker and middle class so they can afford to live here.
But even if a move is what makes the most sense, a strong family
can deal with just about anything. When I look back at some of the
crap we’ve had handed us over the past decade, it amazes me how
home town, maybe it’s a little bit of karmic reward for three winters on
Vail Pass. Or maybe it’s just fate with a touch of luck thrown in. Either
way, I hope to live long enough to see most mountain families be able
to have mom and/or dad being able to work in the communities they
live in.
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school started up again this week. As usual, in terms of all the things
If there’s one thing kids hate, it’s parents expressing any joy that
suggest having to tromp off to the penal colony once again is a good
thing?!
But hey, even the closest relationships benefit from a little time off,
And they mostly like it. Sure, they gritch about having to get up early,
and having to endure certain Evil Teachers Who Obviously Don’t Like
Me and Pick on Me More than the Other Kids. There’s the crappy food,
the unholy smells of the cafeterias and locker rooms, the eardrum-
Mostly, though, I believe that deep down even teenagers believe and
understand that these are the good times. They don’t have to work for
food, they’re surrounded by their own kind, can pretty much dress as
they like and can inhabit certain spheres of influence and prestige
where they can feel like they’re on top of their game. And that can be
anywhere from the football field to the rarified world of the kid who
gets 105 on every test to the corner by the cafeteria where that one
When I hear my kids complain about school, I can only think how
much I’d like to return there myself. If I lived in a city that offered such
Egyptology. I think it’d be fun to have a nice, crisp new textbook and
oneself with. The fact that our kids get all this mostly free (except half
school with a positive attitude, but there are occasions when it’s clear
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everyone. Too, our kids seem more critical of their teachers and the
high school. I’m sure they’d love to fill out 360-style review of their
teachers, just to let the world know all those perceived deficiencies.
Summer may be mostly over, but with school days also come one of
the most blissful months of the year: the tourist-free, crystal-clear days
homework.
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stifling.
tours, where we fantasize about owning a big house and pick out which
room would be who’s. We moon over the home theaters, the giant
empty walls and enough room for a small aircraft inside. Our two-car
But then we come down off the hill and come home to our rented
duplex and all its flaws and I can only think that, were we to have one
each bedroom is its own universe – with bathroom, TV, adjacent rec
room, whatever – what inspiration will the kids have for ever coming
out? As it is, the two older teens “cave up” in their rooms more than
we’d like, but they still emerge often enough that we recall the basic
I’m a fairly ordered, organized person, and I think one of the things I
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full flower on our family Tilt-a-Whirl, and the best Jen and I can hope for
And we do dinner, almost every night. There have been some recent
studies done about the value of families having dinner together and,
like many studies, this one told us something we already knew: It’s
good to spend time with your family, and dinner nightly is a good way
to do it.
It doesn’t matter much how big your house is or how much money
you’ve got if your family members don’t see each other much – or if
there are bigger cracks or holes in the basic infrastructure. You won’t
see a divorced dad – a person now spending time with his kids through
his Audi S8. The lowliest plate of Hamburger Helper is a feast when it’s
Yep, they say that money can’t buy you happiness, and that seems
Even so, with this gang of ours, would it be too much to ask for
another bedroom?
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In the range of annoying things other parents might say about their
kids, there may be nothing that cuts to the quick so much as “Oh,
While I don’t doubt that Super Sleeping Suzies do exist, most parents
I talk to are usually obsessed with one thing: sleeping, and how their
This can range from the kid who simply won’t go to bed without all-
out war and/or bribery, to the ones who want to get up at the crack of
dawn and play. On the younger end, there’s the ones who wake up in
the middle of the night for one reason or another – although babies are
exempt from criticism of this. (Because babies are exempt from all
rules or expectations.)
So, we have this ideal, that our 6-year-old will happily trot up to bed
every night at 8:30. After a few stories, he will coo his love for us and
fall dreamily into the Land of Nod. At that point, Jen and I will do some
we both know damn well yours truly will fall asleep in the middle of it.
In the real world we live in, Andy is firm in his conviction that sleeping
will remind us that he has to feed his fish (and we can’t argue because
he has been told in no uncertain terms that the $#@% fish are his
Going potty, brushing teeth and getting into pajamas can take
reading a book to us, so on top of the book Jen reads and the one I
read to him, story time has stretched out to another half hour.
putting pillowcases on his head and other things to suggest that sleep
is the last thing on his mind. After he and mom say prayers, it’s time,
warm” or go to bed in the boys’ room comes up. Andy hates going to
Now, I know the issue of “co-sleeping” is one that has filled many a
parenting manual. We’ve always erred on the side of a full family bed,
tosses and turns, pops out of bed, gets in trouble, sulks, goes back to
bed, whines for water, etc. And since Jen works into the wee hours, I
We’ve started the process of getting him to sleep in his own bed, and
some nights it works OK. But as the last of our little ones, I’m still in no
rush. He’ll be on his own pretty soon, I’m sure. Maybe next month, or
loved ones)
Some say it happens around age 8; others attest the change happens
exactly at puberty and the case can be made that it’s different for girls
and boys. But the fact remains that, for most parents and kids, the day
completely, and those kids who fail to understand why their folks
kindergartener, his infatuation with a new little girl every other week or
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swooned from one end of the house to the other professing his love for
Chloe; next week it was Ivy). But for the older kids, things are a bit
more serious. The emotions are more long-lasting and adult-like, even
It can make any parent long for the halcyon days of toddlerhood,
when the biggest concern was the location of the binky and how to get
how I deal with boyfriends versus girlfriends as they enter our lives. As
what we were like at that age, we reason, and we know this young lad
is only thinly masking his lust with the exaggerated interest in the
For the boys, though, I’m mostly a cheerleader. I get angry when girls
disappoint them, give them advice on how to woo them (for all the
good it will do) and view the birds-and-the-bees issue as worthy goals
column. Suffice to say that all parents will deal with these issues at
some point roughly 15 years after the blessed angels emerged from
real information, it won’t be easy. Often, I find myself wishing for some
kind of time machine, so I can get the boys back interested in their
Harry Potter trading cards and the girl fascinated, once again, by the
Polly Pockets.
But I’m getting better. Rather than avoid them, as I started out doing,
I’ve been inviting the loved ones over for dinner and getting to know
them better. I try hard not to say anything that would mortify Austin or
Kaylie, and leave it to Jen to remind the group that Austin was once
known as “Mr. Boggy” for his perpetually wet diaper; or that Kaylie
once thought unicorns were pretty much the coolest thing ever.
It is a long road between birth and, say, college. I laugh when people
say things like changing diapers must surely be the hardest or worst
thing about parenting. Hell, that’s the easy stuff. It’s when they start to
think for themselves that it gets hard. And when the girlfriends and
boyfriends come sniffing around, well, hold onto your hat, because you
summer
You know it’s really summertime in the high country when you drive
over Vail Pass and see what passes for early wildflowers: bumpers,
pieces of taillights and other automotive detritus left over from the
winter carnage. It’s enough to put a song in the heart of even the most
jaded mountain dweller, who, as early as two weeks ago, was still
when the four walls of the homes bore the marks of the children
fortune to heat, but at least Li’l Johnny could ride his Big Wheel around
We persevered through the many long winter months with the kids,
alternating trips to the ski hill, the rec center and City Market. Then we
mixed it up, going sledding, going to the rec center and Safeway.
debris starts showing up on the Pass. Then, finally, at long last: Hit the
park! Go for a hike, put some shorts on, for Pete’s sake!
The best thing that’s happened for our sanity – as the parents of a
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kindergartener – is that the vast chunk of ice that was welded to the
cloth of our trampoline finally melted. Far and away the best $150 we
year-old as well as the three teens and their friends. It’s also a great
overlooks and feeding the chipmunks who live in the rocks. Someone
will write to tell me you’re not supposed to do this, but the batch we
natural food chains, so far as I can tell. With a strict prohibition in our
Generally a kid with his hair afire, Andy has learned to sit still and
tickling his hands as they squabble among themselves for the prime
position around the feed bag. I finally learned to bring a folding chair
and a book with me, since a regular feeding takes close to two hours.
Sometime in March, I was ready to call it quits and move to, say,
Now, with winter finally in the rear-view mirror and the full glory of a
high country summer upon us, I’m ready to give the hills another
chance. Like the woman who wants to get pregnant again because
she’s forgotten the more piercing pains of labor, we’re ready to enjoy
the bouncing baby of summer and assume that next winter won’t be
quite so bad. After all, we stayed for the summers, didn’t we?
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stop or slow.
Tropical fish, it turns out, are just about the only pet that fit the many
criteria we have regarding pets in our home. Dogs and cats aren’t
allowed in the lease, and two of us are allergic; the wife would not,
under any circumstance, share the same roof with any rodents,
serpents or lizards. And pretty much all of us fell outside the societal
admired.
“Liddy’s hot!” he told me one day, not referring to the settings on the
tank heater.
Andy’s high opinion was apparently shared by Bob, the male platyfish
who met his porcelain fate just days after coming home from Wal-Mart
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in Avon. We’d had expectations that Bob would sire a brood with Liddy,
but our naïve beliefs looked something like this: Three to five fry
(that’s aquarium jargon for “little baby fish”) every year or two.
might look like and preferred it take place in the dark, behind the
plastic plants.
And then Bob died, suddenly and unexpectedly. One minute, he was
there in the tank doing almost exactly nothing (his default state), the
next he was belly-up. And that, we figured, was the end of any
Two weeks later, she had her first litter (or whatever). At first, we
bottom skunge and ambivalent tank mate to Liddy. Could they have?
Would they have? Rocky always seemed so focused on his skunge, but
A few weeks after Liddy’s first output of six fry, she plumped up again
and kicked out another 14. We peered into the tank and looked at her,
asking questions to which she offered no reply. She just gave us that
look fish give you, you know the one: “You humans have no idea …”
So we bought the little net-tank that goes in the bigger tank so the
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babies could live there (Andy calls it the “baby carriage”). Then we
bought another tank to handle the fry as they grew into teenagers. We
(Note: It turns out playtfish females can store male sperm for months,
Andy, of course, thinks this is all wonderful and won’t hear of “finding
nice homes” for some of the gang. As a foray into pet ownership has
gone, it has been more exciting than we thought, but no one’s ever
told us what to do with all these spare fish – party extras who slurp up
the flakes, shrimp pellets and blood worms (I know, I know) with great
So, take our fish, please. If anyone out there needs a couple of platies
to start their own herd, just let me know and I’ll bring you in a bagful –
no charge!
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There’s a funny sound coming out of our garage these days. Even
people walking by outside, with the door closed, can hear it.
“What the hell is that noise?” they ask. Children cower in fear; pets
in the Miller household. Perhaps we are tuning skis day and night in
preparation for the upcoming season. Maybe we’ve started some sort
My wife is concerned about it. She believes the thing generating all
the noise will catch fire at some point. Every time we open the inside
garage door to the house, the whole main floor fills with the terrible
grinding sound. Inevitably, Jen will declare that the sound is getting
louder.
How should I know if it’s OK? I didn’t build the thing. And yeah, if it
But I don’t think it will. The box said it takes up about the same
The source of the noise is this little rock-polisher we got for our 7-
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year-old son Andy. The idea is pretty simple: You put rocks in a drum
full of water with some sand-looking stuff, the drum tumbles around for
a while and then the rocks come out all pretty-like. Except when I was
Well, OK, I thought. Andy and I put all the crap in the drum with the
rocks and plugged it in. It was at that point that we realized this was
sheet revealed this tidbit: “Place tumbler where noise will not be
bothersome.”
So we took it out to the garage and plugged it in, settling in for the
next week and hoping the rocks came out looking like wonderful gems.
new packet of sand for the smoothing polish, then another 12-14 days
of tumbling.
“Let’s take it back,” Jen said. “We’ll tell him it broke or something.”
But we’d come so far, it didn’t seem right. Besides, the final polish
only takes one more lousy week, after which the rocks will surely be of
museum quality.
With one kid out of the house, three kids in high school and 50
looming on the horizon, the sound of the stupid rock tumbler is a weird
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distant future when such things are a distant memory. We’ll no longer
Legos (those suckers really hurt on bare feet!). We won’t find slicks of
peanut butter on the counter or our good dinner plates out in the grass
So yeah, I can live with the rock tumbler for another week. I think I’m
as anxious as Andy to finally open it up after all this time and see what
There’s nothing like a rock concert to make you feel young (or, at
least, teenager-y) again. The pulsing bass, the writhing bodies, the
undercurrent of excitement as you wait to hear what the band will play
next — it was all a big part of my life from the age 14 on.
point for every big rock band of the ‘70s that was playing Madison
Square Garden. There, I saw bands like Queen, Yes, Pink Floyd and the
picked back up with Red Rocks and the old McNichol’s as well as cooler
smaller venues like the now-defunct Rainbow Music Hall in Denver and,
Returning to Dobson last week for the Ziggy Marley show, I tried to
remember the last time I’d been there for a concert. Probably George
featured guitarist Bob Weir. Back then, for me there was a mandate to
Perfect.
14-year-old daughter and her friend to see Ziggy. Of the many curious
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and endearing things I love about Kaylie, it’s that she embraces old
teenage daughter to one can definitely make you feel a bit fossilized.
their way, I left the two girls on the floor in front of the stage and found
artist who still occupies one of the slots in the top-five best shows I’ve
ever seen. Hearing him sing some of his father’s greatest hits, which
harkened back to the days when I was most active on the concert
than sit there feeling like the oldster on the sidelines, I enjoyed the
our daughter. I was there to oversee, but she was left free to dance in
Afterwards, the two girls were just as thrilled as they could be and
something in common to share and talk about — and a good lesson for
home.
I didn’t realize it so much at the time, but my passion for live music in
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my teens and 20s had a purpose beyond just seeing a band perform.
They were mini adventures I had with my friends, and even if we didn’t
I’d been avoiding live shows in the past few years, thinking I wouldn’t
enjoy them as much. But seeing Ziggy the other night reminded me
that leaving behind your fun things as you get older is a bad idea.
great moments in parenting – the ones where your kids are helping
open your eyes to something you either didn’t know or forgot along the
way.
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The closure of Vail Pass last Thursday night was a family story in that
all of those moms and dads stranded on the wrong side of the pass
times in the past three years. The experience gave me some additional
insight into what a family means, how similar we moms and dads are
despite the little differences, and, perhaps first and foremost, the
Judy deep in those very youngest of times. Like most parents, they are
ideally suited to the job of managing their two little ones – a task that,
people adapt to what is the most difficult job on the planet. Usually
there’s little or no training involved, and by the time they come home
from the hospital, you’ve all but forgotten all that prenatal reading you
did, anyway.
Holding a baby when you know you’re done with them yourself is to
see the road of life laid bare. We will never travel down the baby
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recognize that closed chapter. At the same time, it’s intriguing to see
rearing that causes the young and single to recoil in horror. But moms
and dads know the goo, while not a pleasant thing to be sought out, is
Being stuck on the other side of the pass made me again realize how
swinging into the habitual and taking satisfaction in the simple fact of
all being in the same place. I hate not being home at night to read
Andy his bedtime story – especially since I know that the years of him
needing such are quickly waning. And with the teenagers nearly on
deck for college, Jen and I both know every moment spent together is a
precious thing that cannot be gotten back. Those moments – good, bad
the boundaries of her world, I was reminded, vividly, of that time with
Andy. It didn’t seem like that long ago, but it’s now close to five years.
There’s not enough room in one’s head to encompass all the feelings
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that come with seeing those tiny babies turn into people. Whether it’s
Sometimes, in a busy life, it’s not difficult to lose a little focus on just
how fleeting all this is, and how critical it is to be present every step of
the way. Getting stuck on the wrong side of the pass for a night can
bring that focus into sharper detail. Even so, would it be heretical to
On a recent spring break trip to Florida, one thing soon became very
the vacation – and perhaps even his entire life – would be ruined.
scrutinized the beach and tide pools. We found many a shell, broken
second day, with no intact sand dollar yet found, the prospects were
looking grim. Then, our daughter found a perfect sand dollar in the surf
– thus raising the stakes even higher. Surely, Andy reasoned, if his
After it dies, the spines fall off and it attains a smooth, dry finish with
the sand dollar is of pretty high value to kids (even though it’s actually
some of the tourist traps along the strip in Destin, Fla., we discovered
much sense to me, since the Wal-Mart sand dollar was fundamentally
the same as the beach-found variety. So far, China hasn’t figured out
how to create an artificial version that’s cheaper than the one Mother
Nature produces. But upon reflection, it parsed with what I know about
the crappy robot we cobbled together out of a fallen aspen branch last
year was infinitely more valuable to him than a more functional plastic
But back to the sand dollar: When it looked increasingly unlikely that
fortune would land one in the surf for Andy to find on his own, my wife
stepped in and intervened with The Fates: She bought one and planted
with the “school of reality and hard knocks” we believe Andy must
learn to deal with. Jen and our teenage daughter were OK with it,
justifying it fairly easily by pointing out how very excited Andy was
when he found the sand dollar – and who cares where it came from
And so the sand dollar was brought back to the mountains, dutifully
another way to brighten his little life with what is truly a minor wonder
of nature.
Even so, questions of this kind are not ones I want to confront often.
If Wal-Mart can one day supply every kid with all the curios to be found
So, the question from the 14-year-old was this: It’s Valentine’s Day
and my boyfriend just got his license so can he pick me up and drive
me to dinner?
And it didn’t matter much that Kaylie’s beau is a nice kid with good
parents who’s probably done all the due diligence associate with
driving. It’s still very early in his driving career, there’s a lot of snow
and ice on the roads, and it’s teen-boy nature to show off a little in the
car.
And then all those dreadful statistics pop into mind; the ones that say
teenagers should never drive, that 25 is a better licensing age and that
guys named Vinny and Whitey and Velani. They had custom Hurst
ash trays and, likely as not, a six-pack of Bud in the back seat. Led
But that only happened a few times, in reality. Mostly I got rides from
bomb in the trunk that would go off at the slightest bump or engine
rev.
But when my sweet little girl – who just last week, it seems, was
boyfriend request, it’s not Cautious George in the Granada I see. It’s
Ultimately, we revised our decision to say she could go, but only if it
where they were, what they were doing, the weather, the road
NPR on in the car, I figured, would be the closest thing to the anti-
We were heroes for a moment, until we found out the young man’s
the favor of moving themselves onto the teen poop list – and lord
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On the other side of the aisle is our 16-year-old boy, who seems to
to get a job and help with the insurance costs. This is roughly the
insurance.
meantime, the buses work fine and we still grudgingly drive them
hither and yon. And, although it may not be quite the same in the
minivan, we can still play a little Led Zeppelin now and again
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our family. Austin went from being fairly ambivalent about driving to
seeing his friends take to the road in all its freedom-inspiring glory.
• How often I was going to be out there helping him work on the
junker;
“Yeah, it’s got 90,000 miles on it, and my friend only wants like
condition. But Austin was convinced this would be the car for him. He
also had it on good information from one of his buddies that insurance
Yeah, right.
As I’ve driven around with Austin, trying to get him to understand all
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the rules of the road while simultaneously piloting the vehicle – and, in
amount of folk lore among teenagers about driving. Austin will recite
some preposterous rule I’d never heard of, or blurt out some other
It’s all rather mysterious at this point, I can imagine. Since I grew up
around a lot more car activity than Austin, they were a much more
example, how a clutch worked and how power was transferred from
this information with my kids because I simply don’t work on cars the
way my Dad did. I don’t have the space, the tools or the time and, I
Even so, the time is nigh when I need to show the almost-driver how
to change a tire, put in windshield wiper juice, check the oil and other
such basics. Since Austin is the kind of person who doesn’t know or
really care how an engine works, I’ll skip over the homily about internal
wheels and pretty much anything else save the workings of the stereo
We can get jaded about driving after doing it for so many years, but I
1974 Dodge Coronet, mud brown with a 318 and seats like couches. It
cost 50 bucks and, despite its disreputable appearance, was every inch
shortfalls. He’ll be off to the races, I guess, and hopefully these months
of training will pay off when he’s calling all the shots.
It does, though, make me long for the days of light-saber wars and
snowball fights.
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of the other critters were content to stick to one place, our big brains
range or across that lake or ocean. The tales run from the early
wanderers who made their way across the Bering land bridge to the
Pacific islanders who inhabited one island after another using rafts
the poles, the moon, the bottom of the sea – the drive to move has
only increased. And nowhere is this more in evidence in our home than
in the incessant need to get out and about exhibited by our teens. But,
unlike me when I was that age and pretty much did as much as I could
without parental assistance, our kids are like a greedy nonprofit that
us on-call 24/7 so that we can drop whatever we are doing and go pick
As I write, it is a powder day and, to the extent that I can get the two
powder day: ski, and ski early. But the girl has her gig at Taco Bell
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starting at 10, and I usually drive her the approximately five blocks
between our home and the Bell. So I’m faced with the dilemma of
wife who will have to get up and drive her if I don’t (since she doesn’t
both teen and mom that walking a few blocks in 25-degree weather
punishment.
Just look at Ernest Shackleton, I might say, who braved years of the
Antarctic icepack before finally bringing himself and his entire crew
back alive. Or what about those Paleo-indians who came across the
Bering land bridge? And they didn’t even have the prospect of a
I could also default to tales of “when I was your age …” I’m pretty
Amundsen, who zipped to the South Pole on dogsleds and beat the Brit
Robert Scott by 35 days. The drive to walk, bike, hitch are bum rides
knowledge of where, exactly, it was that I was hanging out, with whom
better served with a helicopter than anything else. And not just one of
those dinky news choppers; I’d want one of those big, double-rotor
But for now, I can at least take solace in that pat parental line
Update: Your columnist caved, drove the girl to Taco Bell and hit the
So now Aquadots are evil. But we already knew this. When our son
got some of these for his 6th birthday last August, we immediately
recognized that this toy – a bunch of BB-sized plastic pellets you squirt
with water to get them to stick together into shapes – was apparently
designed by people who really want to drive parents crazy. The reason
being is that every Aquadot that doesn’t get stuck into the pattern
ends up, as a matter of course, on the floor. And even those that do
tenuous bonds will dissolve, putting the teeny pellets on the floor, in
the bed, down our pants, in the food chain … you get the picture.
humans (a group that includes children, most of the time). This after
we’d already discovered all the Thomas the Train toys were painted
with arsenic, the Polly Pockets burst into flames if you rub them
together and that Elmo doll explodes on contact with fruit juice. As the
The thing shot out a 10-foot blue flame and incinerated my mother’s
caged finches. My dad fiddled with the wiring and pronounced it fine,
and the finches were replaced with a brace of gerbils: no legal action
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taken or contemplated.
Not so today. The Aquadot scare includes the story that two kids are
with the knowledge that Aquadots will kill you if eaten. Then, after
being informed by his mother that the Aquadots we were throwing out
request was denied. The lesson: Sometimes life isn’t fair, and if you
from all media regarding new toys on the market, I’ve come to take a
dim view on toys in general. I especially dislike the cheap, plastic crap
It’s all just bound for the landfill after a short time employed as a “toy,”
and whether it’s coated in lead or sweet-scented herbs, it’s all just
minutes over the 10,000 year lifespan of the plastic “Bee Movie”
character.
So, I won’t miss Aquadots, and I’m pretty sure Andy will get over their
loss (they’d been largely forgotten by the time of the alert anyway).
how long they’ll likely be used before being consigned to the landfill.
Really, it’d be better to have the Chinese companies simply melt their
recycling. American parents can be charged a yearly fee for not having
to house and dispose of these products, and we’ll give our kids sticks
and empty cardboard boxes to play with while diverting any money left
Merry Christmas!
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That old thing about a man’s home being his castle may not resonate
make a firm stand against. I may find it heretical to eat cold pizza for
breakfast, but any protests are largely ignored anyway. And if I push
the matter, I risk sounding like an unyielding crank, the kind of Joan
Crawford parent who blows a gasket over coat hangers or paper towel
patterns.
There is one thing I find tough to yield on, though, and that’s
of mental illness I can’t control, but I simply cannot abide the smell of
But if they do pop while I’m gone and I get home sooner than was
perhaps expected, they have guilty looks on their faces – like sitcom
teens caught by mom and dad with the lingering smell of marijuana in
the air.
occasion that we all agree on a movie we’d like to watch, the rest of
the family needs the popcorn to fill out the experience. I don’t
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understand it, but I see it for what it is and recognize that this odd
And that’s family. Jen can’t tolerate the lights in the living room being
dimmed below full power, so I rarely use the dimmer switch. I like the
lower light in the early morning, though, so if I do use it and hear her
coming down the stairs, I quickly turn it up or off completely. The kids
Idiosyncrasies and pet peeves – we’ve all got them, but they get
magnified within the close confines of the family unit. What may be a
And that’s the trick. The human mind has an extraordinary capacity
to filter out noise of all kinds – and not just the kind that comes in the
assimilate.
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If that’s the case, you’ll never enjoy any time in New York City, and
perhaps family life isn’t for you, either. I’ll bet that plenty of failed
being perpetrated by others. After time, you’ll find, they don’t seem
like annoyances anymore but just part of the background – like the
Get used to that, and you can really start focusing on the positives.
And yeah, sometimes, you just have to throw up your hands and smell
Tropical fish, they say, can have a soothing effect on the human
calm in adults.
If you don’t have a tank of fish, though, pop in one of the “Baby
little ones feature such rip-roaring scenes as a toy train circling around
a track; a lava lamp just, well, sitting there being a lava lamp; and
babies languidly playing with colorful balls. It’s all set to a soundtrack
Lately, Baby Einstein is under fire because someone came out with a
study suggesting the videos are somehow bad for little kids. I don’t
psychology, but I would say without hesitation that they’re great for
adults. The most stressful, anxiety-ridden day at work would melt away
instantly when I nuggled up with Andy and watched Baby Einstein. Part
simple moving shapes existed, and the most complex thing one could
Ahhhhh.
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Our youngest just turned 6, so we’re a few years past the Baby
Einstein stage. Still, I remember them well since, for a few years, they
kids would sit and watch with Andy as wind-up toys marched
and then, in grand finale, a tiny fountain tinkling water over baby seals
We had another video, not of the Baby Einstein series, that consisted
stuff out. It was just the ball: the ball at the beach, the ball going down
Ahhhh.
And what’s so wrong with that, I wonder? How could watching such
things have any negative effect on a little kid unless, of course, that’s
all they ever did. Most parents use these videos around nap- or
bedtime, and I don’t recall seeing instructions on the box saying: “This
child.”
Like most things in life, Baby Einstein and similar videos are meant to
is good for children under a certain age, but most parents accept it as
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an integral part of modern life. Kids have been and still are exposed to
hardly seems possible that “experts” are spending time fretting over
unravel the mysteries of early childhood, and they will uncover just
for our children. Some parents may well find that their tots get
So, are we supposed to cheer or mourn when the oldest turns 21?
this landmark age does not signal a time to run amok but, rather, to
assess one’s place in the world, recognize one’s maturity and plan for
the future.
while mentally marching into the local liquor store brandishing her
There comes a time in every kid’s life where the safety nets fall away,
the moorings are left behind and we head out into the world to make it
or break it on our own. The ages between high school graduation and
the mid 20s or so are the toughest – the times when we proclaim our
into the nest on occasion for food, money, laundry and a dose of grief
Still, 21! The wife and I firmly recall being that age ourselves just a
couple of years ago. That’s what makes it all the more frustrating when
the Newly Emancipated One gives us those predictable lines and looks
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going through.
It’s nothing new, but it’s still pretty weird. And there’s nothing like
being forced to look into a mirror like that for making one feel old.
Heartache aside, it’s still a magic age if ever there was one. And it’s
not just the booze thing. Suddenly, you’re at an age where almost
the sun. Sure, you might have a few more years to go before you can
run for president or get cheaper rates on your car insurance, but you
can buy a beer, go to war, vote, see the filthiest movies available, rent
All the pitfalls of that freedom are there as well, of course, but the 21-
does the delightful knowledge that you are, indeed, the first person
the hangover, the knowledge that you’re a cog in a wheel and a drop
It’s difficult, as a parent, to bite our tongues and let the mistakes
will deter the Newly Emancipated One from pursuing whatever path
she chooses (or stumbles onto). Most of us have stories of how our own
But barring those who commit awful crimes or betray family trust, it
doesn’t last forever. Young adults start to come to their senses later in
the 20s, and they often even get to the point where they can have a
fall in a row every January. This weekend, we’ll turn 42 as she hits 21;
we’ll pretend it didn’t happen while she goes out and celebrates.
Birthdays, like everything else, are in the eye of the beholder. Enjoy
and she acted as if we’d both showed up for tryouts for the middle
The reality is Jen signed up for the sole reason of being able to
monitor Kaylie’s page; I got one because some group I was interested
in had all their info on myspace.com. It’s not like I plan to spend hours
each day on there, toying with the wallpaper, uploading videos shot in
ongoing question: “what the heck are you doing in your room all the
I know girls have been doing this forever, and I don’t know what the
the most exciting and challenging time of their lives, are tremendously
bored by the whole thing – so bored, in fact, that they’ll spend hours
When I was a kid (groan!), we had one measly TV with no remote and
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no cable until the late ‘70s. In our home today, we have half a dozen
enough sports gear in the garage to start our own consignment shop.
Judging from the looks on the teen faces most times, though, you’d
think we were living in a cardboard box in the middle of Utah, where all
The L.A. Times had a great story last week documenting this
take for these kids? A thousand naked MTV reality show stars jumping
from rocket ships while the Red Hot Chili Peppers play at the landing
zone and volcanoes erupt in the background as Jesus pops in for the
The 5-year-old is still happy playing with ants or looking under the
welcome mat for worms. These older kids, I don’t know. I guess I was
bored at times when I was a teenager, and that old adage about the
devil having work for me and my idle hands was too often true. If
it’s a good thing. Even so, the trend looks to me like the creation of an
enough to create their own stuff. If that’s the case, who’s going to be
creating the art of the future? And is this why so many hip-hop
got is a length of string and the leg bone of a hamster, you can get
pretty creative when there’s nothing else to do. On the other hand, if
all of the jobs of the future revolve around the electronic circulation of
there’s a line of big, painted numbers 1 through 5, where the kids line
up each morning according to grade. Our little guy is still on the “K,”
One person (usually me) stands about 20 feet away, facing away
from the numbers, while the other (usually Andy) picks a place to
stand. He then calls out “Guess my grade!” And I try to do just that. It’s
basically a hearing test, and not too hard to guess if you’re not too far
away. But then Andy started standing in between, say, the 3 and the 4,
which meant the correct answer would be “summer before 4th grade.”
If he stood to the left of the “K,” that was preschool, while anything
Since Grade Guesser doesn’t require a ton of brain power (not nearly
so much as, say, “Hungry Hungry Hippos”), it didn’t take long for me to
reminded me that when he’s in 3rd grade, his oldest brother will be
starting college. When he’s on the 4, his sister will be off on her own,
and when he reaches the 5, another brother will be out the door.
And that’s not so far from now. Somehow, looking at those big, white
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and we had to curtail our game, I felt a bit of relief. After all, it’s a
mixed bag to contemplate the future with kids. It wasn’t so long ago
that the two older boys were obsessing over archery and Harry Potter
trading cards; just yesterday that our little girl was lining up her Polly
Pocket dolls for hours on end. Now, they’re cell-phone-toting teens with
relative worth. We may still be high on the slopes of Mt. Olympus as far
stripped of our deity status and now inhabit a place that ranges
And that’s OK. Part of growing up is defining your own world from
that of your parents’, and there’s often a bit of pain involved on both
sides as that separation takes place. As parents, we intuit all this while
often not comprehending it, and it’s typically a difficult time to work
through. As the older kids keep several steps ahead of where they are
– thinking ahead to college, living on their own, etc. – it does little good
to remind them that, chances are, they are currently inhabiting the
best times of their lives. Their job is to keep moving, and they won’t
multi-year calendar— illuminates all too well the relatively short time
we have; the life broken up into a couple of different acts that tend to
play out before we’ve even realized what scene we were in. We move
through the white numbers like whippets, eager, for a time, to get on
I know I will mentally freeze Andy on that big “K” and cherish that
image for years. But I also know we have to enjoy these kids as the
moving targets that they are. Lots of love and patience helps, as does
given time.
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monarchies
the car, the kids come up with a good reason why we need to go burn
up some more oil. This week, it started early Monday morning, when
maintains that she can’t possibly walk the 200 yards to school. At 8:30,
If that were all, it wouldn’t be so bad. But then there are dance
lessons, piano lessons, various meetings for the speech and debate
team, open houses, and the many trips needed to maintain a busy
social life. My favorite are the last-minute calls along the lines of “can
friends?”
None of this is news to anyone who’s ever worn the badge of parent,
but it does still beg the question on occasion: Can’t you just stay PUT?!
Here, have the phone, the computer, the internet, the carrier pigeons,
Can’t we please just sit on the couch for a minute or two without some
new need arising that requires the only valuable thing we have left in
your minds – our drivers’ licenses? You older kids, you’re always saying
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you want rights and freedom, well, here it is: You have the right to get
your own butt from Point A to Point B from now on. Now … go!
I jest, a little. The kids have actually gotten fairly good at negotiating
skittering out the door, OKPs are a valuable tool in the teen
often play the OKP role ourselves, shuttling friends and friends of
friends from Point A to Point B – and we rarely charge for the service
and another friend for gas money. And here I thought I was cheap.)
forbid, stayed home and read books by candlelight. Never mind that
But so much for the past. My belief is that today’s children will be
repaid in the future when their kids have transporter technology, which
MOM: Don’t talk to me in that tone of voice – and did you clean your
MOM: Don’t you beam out of this house on me, young lady! You come
always be just one technological step behind the kids, who upload off
room when they are, in fact, at a rave on one of the moons of Saturn.
In light of all that, maybe all this driving around isn’t so bad. At least I
The 12-year-old and I stood in front of the tent and tried to figure out
how to attach the fly. We weren’t getting very far, but it wasn’t exactly
trying to attach was not the fly at all, but, rather, some kind of room
divider for the interior of the tent. The fly was missing in action, which
It’s blasphemous to admit it around here, but I’m not much for
camping, and neither is my wife. This whole episode with the tent
further cemented my belief that I simply wasn’t cut out for this
business, much preferring a nice hotel room that’s, you know, pre-
But the boys were eager to spend the night in the $69 Wal-Mart tent I
picked up last summer. Well, two of them, anyway. The 4-year-old was
primed for his first tent experience, an event he was dubbing “the best
sleepover EVER!” The 12-year-old was game, but for the 14-year-old,
backyard camping is pretty low on the “cool” scale, and he was tepid
All this got me thinking and wondering about the appeal of camping.
but it was still camping, and I remember enjoying it, for the most part.
around the lake the other day, I saw first-hand how other non-campers
address this situation: They buy colossal motor homes or even modest
pop-up campers, and they car-camp. Given what it must cost to buy
these things and operate them with $3 gas, I can’t help but think they
could be staying at a top hotel for less, but there they were with their
seems I can give myself a pass on this one. Frustration comes from
simply not knowing how to camp. There are a lot of details to work out,
It’s a good lesson, really. We can’t be all things to all people, and if
story than teaching them to make a shelter out of pine cones, well,
that’s the way of it. If they’re burning to camp, they’ll have plenty of
As for our cheapie Wal-Mart tent, I’m sure we’ll haul it out again when
the urge strikes us. It may be that another year must pass before I
forget the sting of pain that accompanies interaction with it. Who
knows, by that time maybe the stupid fly will have turned up.
I did, though. Among the many hats I wear, family cook is one of
them. The deal with my wife seemed fair: She’d take care of the
laundry and much of the cleaning if I did the bills, the cooking and the
car stuff.
I thought about this hand I was dealt last night as I was preparing five
salads, each one of them slightly different. Mom, extra mushrooms and
no cukes or carrots! The girl, super-plain with just lettuce and cukes.
The youngest boy, plain with cukes and a few mushrooms. Now who
did, we’d never eat. The only thing that gets everyone in one place is
the dinner bell (in reality a stentorian yell up and down the stairs).
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the other stuff in there, I have a file on family food preferences that
grows and morphs weekly, if not daily. Combined with the recipes and
information stored by now, and thank goodness it’s not “read only.”
The teen girl seems to change her eating preferences even more
frequently than her boyfriends. And pity the cook who lets her see the
I am, in fact, cutting fat off chicken breasts or removing a roast from
the package. Sure, raw meat is not anyone’s idea of a joy to handle,
“Are you a vegetarian now?” I might ask. No? Well, this is meat, dead
animal, and I’m sorry if it looks too real, but someone’s gotta mess
with it.
Talk about being removed from the source of food: My kids think
shapes. The middle boy often conflates “turkey” with “ham,” and when
How do you answer a question like that? I know he knows turkeys and
pigs are different critters, but once it’s all killed and plucked and
deboned and cooked and sliced, it’s all academic as far as he’s
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I used to think yes; now I know better. The kids have learned that the
sometimes it’s not so mock). But I do have some tools to make them
think twice about it. I do the shopping as well as the cooking, so if they
I like to cook, always have. Even so, given limited time, budgets and
like Alice, the jovial maid from The Brady Bunch. What an
But, then, chances are even the unflappable Alice would run
screaming from our house once she realizes the need for special
So goodbye, Alice. We hardly knew ye. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve
some potatoes to peel. Other than pizza, they’re the only thing
I asked the 4-year-old this morning what I should write this column
an interest in what the clouds are up to. It being April — with its
summer one day and winter the next schizophrenia – I think Andy was
reflecting on how the snow was going to impact his day. At preschool,
it would have a lot to do with how much time they spend outside,
For the ultimate illustration as to how weather can affect a kid’s day,
one need only turn to the “The Cat in the Hat.” This look at a classic
rainy day represents the extreme, but the allegory of the cat is
appropriate. Kids stuck inside – especially now during mud season with
the ski hills closed or closing – can be, um, something other than
nervous system.
appeal of the latter half of April, all of May and a good chunk of June.
The weather can be glorious one day and sorta Lord-of-the-Rings-y the
is one thing, but here in the High Country, you have to run ’em through
For all its beauty when new, snow in the valley doesn’t age well, and
with one foot in the grave, this season’s snowpack is transforming the
valleys into fetid quagmires. It lures kids in and kicks them back out
coated in muck that’s equal parts dirt, water, magnesium chloride and
dog poop, with cigarette butts, old lift passes, Starbucks lids and bits of
If you live anywhere near the interstate, the little darlings can
emerge from the swamp toting all manner of unsavory detritus, from
store mannequins.
It’s not an easy time for anyone, and many a single person solves the
mud season conundrum by simply getting the heck out of Dodge. But
for families it may be tougher since spring break is over, there’s still
six or eight weeks left of school and the rec center pool starts getting
mighty old come May. Relief comes when the lower hiking trails start
to shed some snow, and there’s always quick trips to Denver or Grand
somewhere.
The silver lining is that, with all the tourists and second-home owners
gone, we get our county back. On the nice days, the playgrounds are
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all but empty, the shops and restaurants – those that remain open,
anyway – are devoid of traffic, and we can walk the streets without so
around the corner, and that soon we’ll be able to enjoy all the things
perseverance, and the value of things like coloring books, Game Boy,
Playstation and, when things get truly desperate, the stack of board
Parchesi, anyone?
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My brain, in turn, took the message those soft, brown eyes attempted
to convey and instantly translated it into this: “Big pain in the ass.” I
such calculations.
I grew up with dogs, usually no less than three or four in the house at
a time, and I know both their charms and their challenges better than
can’t be left alone, eats furniture or needs $700 back surgery. No,
better to let them have the occasional fix at the Denver mall puppy
comes home and fawns over his tropical fish – the perfect pets, in my
mind.
Being a Dog Scrooge isn’t easy in the High Country, where dogs are
they go. And while it may seem selfish to deprive my family and our
like ours that barely scrape by up here have no business adding the
tiny thrill of occasionally walking down the pet aisle knowing I don’t
I hope that little Yorkie was taken home by a nice person or family,
and that he lives a long, happy life. But he was wrong to target the Dog
occasion what it’s like as they gear up for what lies ahead.
One thing I tell them is, as a parent, you get to relive great chunks of
your own childhood. Things you hadn’t thought of in years – from Elmo
by how well the hard drive of the brain can store these memories from
30 or 40 years ago. Some of them, like the smell of Play-Do or the feel
week, when the teen girl, fed up with inexplicable harassment, fought
back and blackened the eye of her attacker at the bus stop. I couldn’t
have been more surprised than if I’d heard she’d told a teacher off or
got caught smoking: She’s just not that kind of girl (famous last words
of parents worldwide).
Girls will be girls, I suppose, and latest word is that the two are
friends again (until they aren’t). Meanwhile, I got the chance to sit in
early glow of his first real girlfriend. A coup in that she’s a junior with a
car, we’re glad we like her because, unlike his sister — who changes
the monogamous type, so this girl could be around for some time.
“Wait until you do something she doesn’t like and you get the dreaded
silent treatment.”
Denver Post each morning over his breakfast. At first, I thought it was
young adult, I read the comics every day for years. My belief that the
takes to read them was confirmed early on, and slogging through
depressing as it is mind-numbing.
But Andy would be fine with having the phone book read to him, I’m
having kids is getting that second (or third or fourth or fifth) shot at
experiencing the world through the eyes of a child. What’s even better
is that different kids have different eyes, so you gain all kinds of
curious and interesting perspective you likely didn’t have before. If, on
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the surface, parenting can seem like a lot of giving and little receiving,
That said, I don’t think any lens can get me to enjoy or understand
It’s one of those instances where I’ve found myself intoning – without
with “when I was your age … ” and usually ends with the kids rolling
we didn’t want our moms to have any idea where we were going or
“Mom, can you give me and my friends a lift to the movie theatre?”
“Doing what?”
(blank look)
had down pat since Grog tried to hide his participation in the rock fight.
But is it me, or do kids have less to hide these days? For our 12-year-
old daughter, the biggest act of rebellion lately was a tiny fib to
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disguise the fact that she wasn’t at the rec center but, rather, at Target
When I think back to the things I was doing on suburban Long Island
at age 14, I want to hand out halos to my kids. But even if they’re
being all goody two-shoes (is that still a viable expression?), I still think
just suggested they trap their own food for dinner. And it’s hard to hold
one’s ground when the imploring looks so firmly slide the scales of
justice over to their side (and it gets worse when the girls start wearing
eye makeup).
I know I’m not alone. I see the line of cars every morning at the
middle school, some of them from our neighborhood that is, literally,
right across the street from the school. We all have the same dumb
look on our faces, like people standing in line for lottery tickets or
we can’t help it. Look at the little darlings! Who would want to make
Never mind that half of them are wearing shorts in winter, jackets
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unzipped, ankle socks and Vans instead of snow boots. I tell my kids
properly isn’t really so cool. And maybe it wasn’t when I was that age,
Duh.
manage to find some things to talk about and have a few laughs. For
another, I’m a morning person, so I’ve been up for hours anyway. And
have the big kids warm up and scrape the car, thus getting it all ready
depersonalization
I imagine a line of old folks in, say, the year 2077. They are queuing
the price for all the years they spent text-messaging one another
another directly.
They will also be mostly deaf from iPods at high volume, broke from
outsourced jobs, pointless wars and the collapse of Social Security, and
flooding, burning and melting, they will all weigh 300 pounds and none
map.
Sounds like a decent premise for a sci-fi novel, right? Like most
will look like – but I’m limited by only really knowing what today is. In
1976 when I was 12, it seemed like the future was a lot of American
endless guitar solo and everyone wore gauchos and leisure suits.
they’d all have computers and eschew Coke for caffeine- and taurine-
And who knew the turntable and LP album was going to go the way of
the silent movie? My wife and I still have boxes of the damn things in
the garage, imagining a day when we’ll buy a record player and give
our E.L.O. and Partridge Family albums a final, scratchy spin before
It’s funny, isn’t it, to talk about the days of remote-less TVs and a
cell-phone-less landscape and watch kids look at you the same way we
or when the Lusitania was sunk. Watching our 16-year-old text his
girlfriend non-stop all day and all night, I have to be careful not to
they’re conducting this relationship – if that’s what you want to call it.
They even sometimes use Skype video and talk face to face. She’s
going to school in Colorado Springs, but she could — and may as well
be — in China.
skills because of this – or they have, but it’s OK because it will better
prepare them for interacting with their robot servants in the future.
with those of our children — as our parents did before us. Some will
resist, enact bans and other sorts of artificial constructs to rein-in the
new-fangled stuff we don’t understand. Others will shrug and let the
train roll on as it will. The best bet, though, is to jump on board a bit
and try to understand it. Hop on the caboose so you’re not too much in
the way. Get a myspace page, text them with a happy note or a chore
once in a while.
And please, strike the phrase “Well, when I was a kid …” from your
The 4-year-old is at the top of the stairs, hair askew from sleep, chin
“Hold on!” he says, running into his room for a couple of stuffed
animals. I look at him questioningly. “This way, I’ll look even cuter,” he
the mouths of babes, this was one of the most audacious ever. As I sit
her now, thought, I couldn’t say with any certainty if I’ll ever see this
happens?
We see ads all the time advertising services for transferring digital
photos into prints, but so far we haven’t gone through the trouble of
The wife does a decent job of creating slide shows on her blog page,
but I like ’em hanging on the wall. While our home is plastered with
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plenty of those already, almost all of them predate the arrival of the
There are also questions of our own little digital divide. I’m all Mac,
the wife is die-hard PC, and photos tend to end up on her machine. For
me, that’s the equivalent of having them shipped to a Swiss vault, for
all the access I’ll have. If I do get a hold of the camera, I then have to
find the right cord for downloading out of about 100 or so such things
Most Angelic Children Ever, but with a name like that, it may also
(Note: Just to prove myself wrong, I dug this one up and show it here
to illustrate the fact that digital photos can, indeed, see the light of
think of reading Tolstoy and Pynchon and also making a final sort
through the big box of old-school print photos that now resides under
the bed. But I worry if anyone will even care, at that point.
instructions about “doing something with the damn things.” The fact
makes it even more likely that I will, in fact, pass these onto my own
Digital cameras sure make it easy to take and share photos, but I
can’t help but miss those days when you picked up the packet from
the film counter, never knowing for sure what you were going to see.
After all, months and, in some cases, years had elapsed between when
the photos were taken and the prints developed. There are no
surprises anymore with digital cameras, but, then, there aren’t any
Maybe Dad had it best with the old Polaroid. You had the near-instant
gratification along with a print you could hold in your hand. Who cares
Christmas anyway.
I don’t know the answers to all this. But I do need to find that USB
Ever given much thought to the role hair plays in family life?
Me neither, but here goes: It’s important – more so than you think.
For our preschooler, nothing calms him down faster than a whiff of his
conditioner — the kind we have to order online for $30 a bottle or track
properties, the 5-year-old is sold on the smell, often running across the
So, I shaved my beard off this summer, just for the hell of it. Guys can
and razor. I felt naked for a time, a hermit crab minus the shell. Our
to run his hands over the stubble at the end of the day. He believes me
when I tell him that stubble is proto-hair, but I’m not sure he sees the
connection.
I tell him I’ll grow it back soon. Beards are in again, I hear. Not that
they’re ever out of fashion to me. Bushier eyebrows on women are the
thing this season as well, I’m led to believe. All that pain and plucking,
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Kids, of course, are hairless wonders – until they are not. My wife did
a double take not too long ago when she realized the 15-year-old boy
had hair under his arms. I reminded her that he’s been sort-of shaving
for a year or more, and that these things tend to accompany one
another.
We don’t have dogs, but hair all over the place is still a problem. My
wife and daughter both have long hair, and it’s in evidence
get upbraided for it, it’s a simple defense to find one of those long,
brunette strands nearby and hold it up for inspection. She’ll argue that
“all those little hairs” are somehow worse, but I point out (to no great
While I take the boys and myself to the barber every couple of
months for a trim, daughter mostly prefers no one cut her hair. Trims
must happen on occasion, but I’m not sure how or when. Arguments
about bangs in her eyes flare up on occasion between her and her
mornings around the monthly ritual of dying her hair to mask the gray.
Hair comes and goes. Kids start out bald — or close to it — and return
to the look later in life. Hair falls out, turns gray, gets dyed different
Bad hair days can make women despondent and men baffled, as they
scan the ‘do for signs of something, anything, that looks different from
fluffy plume atop an infant’s head can prompt grandpa to open up the
checkbook.
I believe I now understand why some guys just shave their dome and
forget about it. If you can cross hair off the list of things to worry
about, think of all the time you can devote to more important things,
In the days of wooden ships, nothing slowed a guy down more than
having a hull full of weeds, barnacles and worms. In dry dock, they’d
heave down the ship and scrape it all off, a much-relieved captain
sailing off later with a “clean bottom” and confident that he could get a
My family needs whatever the equivalent of a dry dock is. With spring
here (sort of), our duplex needs to be heaved down, turned out and
case a landfill’s worth of old or outgrown clothes, toys, sports gear and
a potpourri of random crapola that finds its way into our garage like
It’s a two-car garage, but the floor has never felt a tire tread since
that was never even displayed last Halloween. Ditto a large, plastic
guy the day after Easter one year. Now I know why it was free.
Children have this pesky habit of growing constantly, and it’s hard to
keep track of all the stuff and whether it fits anyone or not. We’ll come
across boxes of clothes saved for a little brother, only to find the
Ski boots, ice skates, poles, skis, in-line skates and the like are
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similarly accumulating, and it’s a rare event when we get the chance
to compare the gear to the people in the house to see what can go.
When we do, there’s always the discussion about what to do with it:
garage sale. This last option is something we’ve decided, after several
experiences, is never worth the time (up early, work all day, make a
hundred bucks).
There was that show, “Kung Fu,” when I was growing up. It was about
a Chinese priest who walked around the U.S. protecting little people,
and all he had were the clothes on his back and a small bag slung over
underwear and maybe a toothbrush in his bag. And that was it.
I know I could never be that guy, but I’d like to try. What if each kid
had like five toys, three sets of clothes and one mess kit they had to
clean by hand in the sink after meals? We’d have one, non-cabled TV,
already do this).
You can’t fire a dad, but my kids could try to sue me over such
“simple” movement may be nice in theory, but have you ever seen a
remote?
garage, all the old clothes and non-fitting gear and random junk, the
end up feeling empty, like we don’t have enough stuff? What if there’s
Maybe the better answer is to go with the flow. For us, even if we
And I’ve gotten to be pretty handy with the snowbrush this season.
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Homecoming blues
practice, though, have you ever heard anyone rave about the
wonderful time they had at their 10th, 20th, 50th? It always seems
absent. Not only that, many of the ground rules we worked under have
behind the counter at the Quicky Mart and a favorite teacher has been
indicted.
the ticking off of 25 years since my high school class marched (or
stumbled) out into the world. The “reunion” consisted of a few e-mail
Across the street, about 200 yards from where we sat wondering
where all those years went, construction crews were in the final stages
of knocking down most of what remained of our old high school (since
Since so many mountain folk come from other places, it’s not that
been around long enough to know that people come and go and, well,
high schoolers in our house gearing up for the big event, I mentioned
this oversight and they gave me the look that says I have obviously
students, the alumni, are invited to the game and the dance.”
students?
And in a way, they’re right. Look in any “pithy quotes” website and
looking at the present and the future, not looking back. These should
be read with a nod to the idea that not knowing any history is perilous
to our future as well, but the main idea not to spend too much time
pretty firmly linked to ours. And when we watch them putting on suits
and ties, high heels and dresses and flying out the door to
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sure as hell didn’t seem that long ago, thank you very much) hovering
over them.
They, of course, don’t see the past, don’t care about it – and we
remember when we used to feel that way. The frustration we all feel
and when the realization sinks in that “our babies” are off to the races,
superfluous.
You can never go back. You can only take the moments of time
pertinent to yourself and make the most of them. While you’re at it,
remember these older kids are now living in their own time, and as
you’ve ever acquired, I prefer to pitch anything I’m not using at the
Maybe not the most lyrical reinterpretation of the old song, but one of
the many points of diversion my wife and I must deal with is our
Caine in the old “Kung Fu” show, where I have this one little bag that
trail mix. My wife would like a semi-trailer in the backyard for the many
things that fall under the category of “you never know when you might
need it.”
If you look at my car, then look at our garage, you can gain an instant
Growing up, my dad was Lord of the Garage. It wasn’t neat, but it was
his, and my mother never made any claims on that space. Somehow, I
corners to assert this territory for myself. Our two-car garage has
long since lost or sold; items retained out of pure optimism they’ll be
used some day; and true junk that simply needs to be identified as
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My car, on the other hand, contains nothing – almost. Sure, it’s got a
neatness or anything, it’s just that my car is the only place I’ve
laptop to the point where the thing can barely open a Word document
And then there’s stuff that’s tangential to the packrat thing, falling, I
Every morning, I try to open the Denver Post on the table in front of my
the “doily” class of stuff, but we endure them because, well, we love
our wives and comprehend, albeit vaguely, that these things are
The oldest son dreams of having his own place some day that has
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glass-and-aluminum furniture, white walls and nothing else but his Mac
I wonder where such an impulse has come from? And how will he do
Great age and wisdom has taught me that fighting over doilies and
the like is tantamount to arguing with a Muslim cleric over Sharia law:
you’re not going to get far with reason. No, it’s better to let it slide and
keep a hopeful eye out for signs of softening. Like once every year or
so, my wife fusses grumpily in the garage for a day and sorts,
organizes and gets ride of some stuff. A path clears through the
holiday season with the end now in sight. Christmas is past, and the
evidence of our excess is visible everywhere – from the new toys we’re
packaging.
There’s always at least one toy we buy where we hit ourselves on the
head and say “What were we thinking!?” You know the one: The over-
hyped product that looked so cool on the Nick Jr. commercial but that
always take the week off because it is one of the weeks I get with my
son Max, who lives most of the time with his mother in Littleton.
imagine what it would be like if Max could be with us all the time.
share crumbs of custody with exes during the holidays and other
solution, and someone – usually the dad – ends up with the short end
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truly great way to add stress to the holiday season, it’s to split
parenting time with someone towards whom you may have, let’s say,
less-than-warm feelings.
I’ve been doing this for a while now; about seven years. At the same
time I don’t want to see Max grow up too fast, I find myself counting
the years until his mother is out of the picture (or my picture, at least)
and he can come up here when he wants to, driving himself. Our
his right mind gets on I-70 and heads east at 5 o’clock on Sunday, but I
do. And I bet there are plenty of other mountain dads whose exes
opted for the Front Range after the breakup. I’m not sure who they are,
but I imagine I see them sitting in the parking lot next to me, eyes
searching for our kid’s arrival so we can get the hell back home. And
we could probably tell CDOT a thing or two about when that tunnel
But it’s nothing compared to the three years I lived in L.A. and spent
Inconvenient though all that was, and still is, it’s a doable and
who doesn’t live with you full time. I don’t know how some parents
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understand the temptation. This is hard stuff. While some parents are
able to enjoy civil, even warm relationships with each other post-
divorce, it seems like most of us do not. Given the power to control the
board, all too often the custodial parent exercises it to the pain of the
other.
But, as they say, this too shall pass. Keeping that in perspective is
frustration. As the kids get older, they mostly grow out of the super-
The trouble period is when the kids get to be 4 or 5, and they act
lapses harder to deal with, since we’re not coping with them on a
regular basis, as we were when they were 2. That’s the age when
illogic and conniptions are rampant, and you find yourself explaining
things like why they can’t pet the gold fish or open the car door while
I hit a logic bump the other day with our 4-year-old, who caught me
in the kind of trap I thought I was too experienced a parent to fall for. It
was one of those mornings when he was moving at the speed of mud,
Hovering over him, anxious to get to work, I whisked the bowl away
as soon as the last Froot Loop (or whatever) disappeared past his
Now, there’s no real way to reproduce the flavor you have in the milk
left in the bowl after you’ve finished cereal. It has a special cache; it’s
your milk from your cereal, and I figured there’d be no way Andy was
For a nanosecond, I toyed with the idea of putting some cereal in the
cereal milk. But it turned out he was more concerned that I hadn’t
replaced the milk with the exact amount that had been there just
previously.
“Was it more or less?” I asked, my voice even and calm, even though
I was just this side of a frustration so intense that I was eyeing a spot
school!”
I then had the unenviable task of brushing the teeth of a child in the
midst of a meltdown.
I know what they say in the parenting books about this sort of thing. I
shouldn’t have gotten into it in the first place. His first decision, the
conclusion that he was done, should have been the end of it. I went for
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In an interesting coda to this story, that same night, Andy spilled his
milk and, while he didn’t cry, he did ask a pointed question or two
quantity.
in the future. Maybe this isn’t an attempt to drive his parents batty but,
First, though, he’s going to have to work on this logic thing. I think
Talk to new parents and one of the first things you ask is how the
baby is sleeping. From the answer, you can make a general inference
suffering through.
“Oh, she’s a good sleeper,” one happy couple might say, while
another might just give you that baggy-eyed look, and that’s all you
need to know.
babies will magically disappear with age. In our house, of the six of us,
only one appears to have little to no problems with sleep. I fall asleep
up at 5; and the teen girl, well, I’m not sure exactly when she goes to
sleep (the door is barricaded), but she requires air-raid sirens, cattle
prods and buckets of ice water to wake up. Nothing new there, given
I was thinking of that film “Lost in Space,” where the dad, played by
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few buttons and put them all in deep slumber for what is supposed to
be years (an evil robot wakes them up prematurely, but that’s another
story). For all the parents out there who’ve ever wished they could flip
to sneak in a few extra hours in the morning, the William Hurt machine
There are a lot of factors that go into running a family, but sleep –
and lack thereof – has to be near the top of things that can be tough to
manage. A non-sleeping baby, for one, can be the first thing that clues
people into the fact that parenting can be one hell of a tough job, as
can sleep through literally hours of her alarm squawking in her ear,
and only when I bang on the door, turn on the light and yell “Time to
get up!” does she notice it’s been going off. And if I’m not watchful,
she’ll wait till I’m gone, then roll over and go back to sleep.
at the same time I’m happy to note that I had five or six hours of
productive or leisure time while they just … slept. Later, they enjoy
some ridiculous hour. The word “pathetic” comes to mind, but I can’t
help it.
I used to think that I’d catch up on my sleep after all the kids were
But I dream of being a millionaire some day, too. You just never know
…
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With a fresh set of months on the calendar, it’s a time of year when
most people look inward and take stock of who they are, where they’ve
been and where they’d like to go. Alas, many of those thoughts don’t
extend past the first week of January, and we lapse into our same old
habits and laugh with our friends about the difficulty of change.
whether we realize it or not. Kids have been the inspiration for many of
Moms and dads all have things we’d like to improve about that
confront head-on. It’s relatively easy to not rock the boat and let things
what our family needs. Looking into the New Year, I’ve got a few of my
own things I want to work on, and I’ll list them here in the hopes they
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anyone but himself, but I’m sure there are some pearls in there as
well. He’s the last of our bunch, so I want to hear it all and cherish
it as we go.
2. Same for the three teens, although listening with them often
3. Find more shared interests. I do pretty well with the three boys,
over her shoulder as she works her myspace page. Doesn’t ski or
need.
the kids can seem petty. But they’re not, not to them. Having the
their concerns is perhaps the greatest gift any parent can give.
editor, since the e-mail and Web site follow me everywhere and
never sleep. But I can partition it better, work in the early morning
and close the laptop when the family scene starts heating up.
None of these things are difficult, but they do take time and
other year.
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It’s April, and our Christmas wreath still hangs from our front door.
This may seem odd to most, but in our family, we recognize that we
She thinks it’s the greatest season, the most fun time of year, and she
sees no reason not to start early and run late with the trimmings.
If it were up to her, the tree would still be up, Christmas music would
the doily dividend. This is the realization – often a long time coming –
that women and men have different quirks and needs, and that
plug-in scent things that are like having a car air freshener duct-taped
to your face.
In the High Country, it may not be doilies but your wife’s need to
have her ski boots next to the bed (because she likes them warm) or
the kayak hanging from pulleys in the living room (someone could
steal it were it left outside). The point is, men, that there are things in
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every marriage that will land in the doily realm, and if you want to
California, actually wrote a book about this. There are other lessons in
it as well, but the gist of it is that men in successful marriages will find
their “terms” and stick to them. In other words, find what’s important
to you and make it clear to your wife what those things are. Don’t go to
war over your wife’s need to have ballerina figurines on the mantle –
are things like your Saturday mornings skiing with the boys, or your
complete.
unalterable terms,” and he argues that men need to find and hang
on those things and men find themselves fighting pitched battles over
who makes the bed, who washed the dog last or why the Christmas
wreath is still hanging on the door. Is that really how we want to spend
our time?
shelves for my mom as he was at swapping the clutch in the car. Like
interior of the house to Mom and made the garage his domain. He
essentially useless items with the recognition that they were important
Where men get hung up on the doily dividend is when they expect
fair trade in return. It doesn’t always work that way. What’s more
important than the scales of justice being balanced in our mind is that
systems than we men do, and believe me, your doily dividend will be
centerpieces and know that your ambivalence is for the greater good
of your marriage.
communication. Imagine Mom asking Dad where Little Johnny is, and
Dad, who for years has claimed ignorance on such matters, whips out
“Where’s that?”
service fees, that doesn’t necessarily mean he’s wearing the damn
thing. It is, in fact, inside his locker at school, the frantic ringing of
or inattention.
I’m sure many people share my love-hate relationship with the cell
phones that bind us. Sure, they’re handy when you’re at Safeway and
the side of the road and need a tow truck. I believe 93.4 percent of all
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cell-phone calls are superfluous, yet we still pay $90 a month for the
privilege.
Now, three of the four kids are lobbying hard for their own plan-based
handed out in lieu of allowance. But what sounds like good parenting in
theory breaks down when you measure it against all the whining that
uselessness of the whole thing when you can’t get a hold of anyone
because they’re “out of minutes” or the phone is not in the same place
they are.
As I contemplate adding three more phones to our plan and all the
extra cost that involves, all I can think of is that, a decade ago, no one
her room most of the time listening to reggae and blow-drying her hair,
lungs down the stairs, then tromping down to bang on her door. After
she’s unbolted the door and slid the dresser and filing cabinet out of
the way (the girl likes her privacy), we might ask a dumb question or
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two, such as: “Didn’t you hear me yelling for you?” or “What are you
doing in here, anyway?” The answers to which will surely be “No” and
“Nothing,” respectively.
where, even in the same room only a few feet apart, communication is
impossible. I know they can see my mouth moving and sound coming
out, but while I believe I’m making critical, cogent points that will help
guide them in their young lives, they are hearing something else – like
It’s amazing to me that a teen girl who sums up her entire day in one
My guess is, though, that they spend a lot of time talking about the
with giggles and utterances of how cool and wonderful each other is.
Surely that’s worth paying an extra $15 to Verizon every month for,
isn’t it?
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binge
When I start hearing the word “Christmas,” I don’t get all Norman
miles of light strings with a continuity tester. No, I hear “ka-ching!” and
think of all the stuff we and other American families will feel compelled
good deal of “creep” over the years, meaning it’s just as likely you’ll be
competing for shelf space with the sun block and Styrofoam beer
prolong the joy – even if it means diluting and degrading the whole
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experience.
the process?
rent, insurance, child care, doctor visits or whatever else, the fact is
the price of living has gotten so high the notion of a big gift splash at
unaffordable luxury.
And, so, we will feel bad and guilty about this for quite some time —
food and shelter. This is the point at which Christmas becomes much
less a joy and more an ongoing source of anxiety. If you fret for months
beforehand, then whip out the plastic and have to sweat the payments
for another six months or more, the Christmas agony can be stretched
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has made its way to the landfill, Chase and CitiCorp will remember well
how much you spent and affix ongoing interest to your payments. It’s a
terrible trap, one with the unfortunate effect of making what should be
and into the Christmas season, we can take a deep breath, look at
what we and the kids really need, set a realistic budget and do the
best we can.
may assuage our guilt, but it replaces it with the embarrassment that,
once again, we jumped off the bridge just because all the other kids
With the white stuff falling fast and furious from the sky this week, I
The simple answer is “not much.” Kids are kids whether they’re
the snow and cold is embraced or rebuffed. In our house, we have one
Growing up in a place where you hate the weather (or any other
change her mind. When she says “Yuck! I hate the cold and snow!” I
I mean, how could you hate snow? It’s the coolest stuff, literally and
matter of minutes. You can ski and board on it, sled on it, eat it, turn it
yellow and hammer your little brother in the face with it. Our mountain
economy depends on it. And yes, I’ve tried that line, too.
and no job for Dad and no roof over Kaylie’s head. Get it?”
Blank look, but that’s OK. I know deep down she understands snow is
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good for a number of reasons. She’s just being rebellious. Some day,
they cheer the arrival of new snow, and the two old enough to ski
have on their here-and-now. That doesn’t mean reason and logic have
socks all year round; his only nod to the weather a denim jacket he
wore inside and out. And he’s a pretty successful Boston architect
grow up here in the hills. Most kids are blasé about things like cold,
that many people travel thousands of miles and spend wads of dough
to regard. Mountain kids also grow up not knowing much about people
who aren’t white, overweight folks, smokers and bowling. They will one
Subarus are not the national car; and that, for many people, exercise is
limited to hobbling the distance between their Crown Vic and the
Mostly, our kids understand that living in a tourist area has its
season and expect to emerge sane. Tourist are often in the way,
it’s alarming to hear from our kids the occasional disdain for the folks
This was from the 5-year-old, piping up from the back of the car and
Most parents are used to hearing pleas for cash, many not phrased
quite so politely as this, which I heard from our 4-year-old recently. But
from the mouths of babes, it can be alarming – like the first time you
its effects on their lives. Our preschooler is still struggling with the
concept of paper money (he’ll take five singles over a twenty any day),
but he’s aware that, for the most part, coins tend to increase in value
As a family not unlike the Weasleys in Harry Potter – full of love and
fun but always struggling to make ends meet – financial issues take
phone, go visit our friends in L.A. or have a Starbucks? With four “no”
answers ringing in their heads, it’s not surprising that our kids –
despite living in one of the world’s coolest places – feel like they’re
Indiana and live in a palace with new cars and the walls lined with
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plasma TVs. But we’d be in, y’know, Indiana. A perfectly nice place, I’m
The tough thing for mountain parents is that we live in a place where
the have-lots (those people in the log mansions on the hill) are so
visible to the children of us poor schlubs in the valley. It’s one thing to
see the rich brats living it up in those WB shows on TV, but quite
Junior and Missy, dressed as they are in rags (i.e., “last year’s ski
jacket”).
It’s all relative. The kids up on the hill are probably giving their old
man a hard time because he hasn’t yet replaced the ancient ’05 Lexus
in the garage (even though they only use it two weeks a year). Things
are tough all over, especially if you’re a kid wallowing in the wake of
I can’t help but think it’d be nice to have a second home (or
having enough to put food on the table are non-existent. Potential trips
seem more painful than the ailment itself, and taking a “real” vacation
Still, one has to wonder what kids who grow up with “everything”
make of the world. I know our kids have a built-in notion to make more
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than we do when they grow up, and they know what privation
(however specious) feels like. Is it hard, then, for kids with silver spoon
I wish it was a problem I had to worry about. Money may not buy you
love or happiness, but I could really use a new pair of ski pants. I’d love
to set up college funds for the kids, put up a giant play fort in the
backyard, buy my wife a gold watch and take a family trip to New
Zealand.
New Year
No doubt you’ve noticed that the changing of the last digit of the
date has had little bearing on anything other than, perhaps, your
come off.
This New Year’s, I was right back at my slimming devices, flinging the
chasing the older boys down bump runs, shoveling snow (or at least
Mart (undue frustration, scientists tell us, can burn up to 247 calories
per hour).
I took it upon myself to consult with some of the older kids about
she could try harder in her dance classes, work to become better at
children that they think about their lives and lots with an eye on how to
make things better is good practice for the years ahead. The 4-year-
old’s response was to fling a rubber lizard at the ceiling, but for those
now places at 12), it’s not a bad idea at all to acquaint them with the
idea of self-improvement.
others (from their parents and teachers to their peers and even testing
boards) that there has to be power and value in wondering how they
them later about their poor life decisions if I can’t point to having
like to be — even if he’s somewhat vague about how he’ll get there. He
envisions a day when he’s 26 (his “magic” age), still single, far enough
don’t know) and flush with cash. His place will be a Spartan dwelling
with lots of modern furniture and brushed aluminum; the focal point of
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the whole thing will be the entertainment system. A Ferrari (or similarly
I don’t know if he’ll ever get to this place, but I cheer him for trying –
making, and one I can’t recall having much to do with when I was a
current and I’d get to where I needed to be. While that may be close to
the voyage.
high velocities when he’s orbiting the couch or being chased by one of
pep of a glacier or a Game Boy that’s been left out overnight in the
minivan. On one recent morning, I was convinced that his socks were
thing in the morning. The older boy eats his cereal with all the
me think I could get away buying things like All-Bran or Grape Nuts –
would they even notice? Are their brain synapses capable of firing
rapidly enough to discern that I’ve swapped the Reese’s Puffs for a
those of the cryogenically frozen — can move at near light speed when
the phone rings and a member of the opposite sex is suspected. So,
too, does the presence of crinkling bags of Taco Bell cause them to
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motivation is a big factor as well. The problem comes when their need
for fast action bumps up against my own natural rhythms. I’m a lark,
drive you to a far-away place — that is, beyond our driveway — to see
your friends after dinner, your chances are nil. About the only thing I’ll
leave the house for on a weeknight is a trip to the emergency room for
alacrity when they’ve got a burning academic need. Usually this takes
the form of a big project due yesterday or some kind of activity that
requires multiple signatures, a check for $17 and a car ride to Durango
like, NOW!
mode. As they fidget at my side, nearly late for class, I’ll have a slow,
careful look at this permission form, this medical waiver, this liability
release. I’ll study this project they’re about to turn in and find multiple
typos or something horribly wrong with the cover page (and don’t they
moldy parental spiel concerning planning, the lack thereof and its
damn well that they are, in spades, each and every day).
and I will recall the light-speed moments with distorted fondness while
ruing the fact that, even as time slows down, that odometer has been
warning.”
like teen outings, borrowed equipment or, well, just about anything
intact.
said binoculars. Often, these begin with the word “don’t” or the phrase
largely unheard, unheeded and quickly forgotten. Since our kids are,
for the most part, a fairly responsible and intelligent lot, no doubt
doofus parental instinct tells us. We’re so sure that our kids will be
lured into folly unless they get a dose of the “be carefuls” on the way
out the door that we happily set aside years of parenting experience to
our children.
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This doesn’t include the truly useful advice that we are obligated to
“Don’t talk to strangers” and “keep your legs out of the wood chipper”
are things children need to hear and understand for their safety. What
I’m talking about here is the largely senseless repetition of things they
already know.
incurred that had been “pre-yelled” about put us safely into the “told-
ya-so” realm, if need be. Also, there’s a bit of comfort in issuing the
reach the age that they’re allowed out of the house unsupervised, the
only thing we can do to satisfy our natural instinct to keep them locked
Instinctively, kids know this. Behind the rolled eyes and over-the-
shoulder utterances of “Yes, Mom, I heard you the first nine times” is
Maybe the halls of San Quentin and Super Max are filled with people
who weren’t told by their parents to look both ways before crossing the
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street – or at the very least, keep the safety on your gun, Johnny, and
on traffic safety and letting them run out the door with Molotov
cocktails is that middle ground good parents try hard to achieve. The
trinity of safety, freedom and trust must coexist if our kids have any
If they didn’t have such a trusty device for translating the pre-yell
Sometimes I think about how, when robots are more advanced and
can now pick up for a couple hundred bucks. While I’m sure it’s a
wonderful thing for, say, a childless single or couple with pristine floors
and hallways, I just laugh when I think about such a device trying to
The four flights of stairs aside, the Roomba would have to have some
kind of Mars rover-like claw and advanced jumping action to work its
space.
Roomba, you’ll have to wait until we’re empty nesters – or until you
trundle through the house collecting things that don’t belong where
person who fills the fridge and pantry. I used to think I was a simple
BBQ vs. ranch-flavor chips, creamy vs. chunky peanut butter, Special K
with Red Berries vs. Cinnamon Life and white vs. wheat.
All of that information must then be compared to the sales flyer, the
time of the month relative to the next pay day, checkbook balance,
available free time to actually cook, etc. etc. Shopperbot might be able
to record all those preferences, but could it also make impulse buys,
like Sobe bottles for the kids or a “ladies’ magazine” for my wife?
One android we’d all like to see is Pottybot, which would possess the
ability to go in daily and scour the tub, toilet and sink. Even if it
into a Gordian knot, it’d be worth it. If it could knock out the kitchen
I know my kids would like very much to hand off the duty of emptying
around waiting for us to empty it. That’s a daily event in our house,
and on weekends it’s often run twice a day. If someone were to come
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glasses and flatware to the drawers and cabinets, I think the kids
Robots, yeah, they’re coming. But will they really make life any
easier? I can hear my kids arguing now over whose turn it is to hose
Bitchbot just to keep up with all the extra slackers in the house.
Romeo and Juliet may be a romantic pair, but a modern update could
do another take on the story solely on what a pain in the ass they were
to their parents.
Lord Capulet waving the Verizon bill at Juliet while Romeo works
doubles at Chili’s to pay his own texting fees. All the mooning, wailing
and pouting would take place online, with Juliet fulminating to her
friends on her myspace page about her dumb parents and Romeo
The bottom line here is that, oftentimes, kids get a lot less fun when
they start dating. In our family, we have one daughter who’s just
again girlfriend attends school on the opposite end of the world (the
guys too timid to ask her out; and a son who wants to ask out a special
girl but can’t work up the nerve. For the kindergartner, girls are a
telling him he can’t say his fellow 6-year-olds are “hot”) but usually
don’t rise above the interest level commanded by his oft-dying tropical
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fish.
behavior amongst the offspring. In the case of our 16-year-old with the
car into a wall; back up, do it again, repeat, moan, pine, moon,
languish ... and text, text, text. We’d love to issue a cease-and-desist
aforementioned Love Bug into the wall. The best we can do is take the
while taping Romeo’s mouth shut and leaving him trussed up in the
corner. If you think your teen was a problem when he was focusing all
electronics, just wait to see what he’s like when you take it away for a
the water come to mind. And when you hand it back, use an oven mitt
Yes, puberty and all the dating stuff takes the kids out of our realm
experience occurs, but all too often they seem immediately followed
was, is and always will be, and who knows why. And we know that no
will sway these Romeos and Juliets from their assigned paths:
Run car into wall, back up, repeat. Moan, moon, pine, ache and text,
text, text. Regardless of the time and technology, some day something
As I sit across the desk from a man whose wife is pregnant with their
financially , the joy and pain — not to mention the dreaded notion of
since babies mostly lie about, for the most part staying out of trouble
roughly 7.9 billion books written in the last decade alone on keeping
kids safe. The author, Debra Smiley Holtzman, has done a fine job of
categorizing every conceivable horror that can visit baby, along with
creating a safe nursery, it’s all here for the nervous parents. Read it
cover to cover and you can only arrive at the conclusion that the only
padded vats of Jell-O, wearing full body armor, helmets and surrounded
might bump into them, say a cuss word or toss a careless banana peel.
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billion of the baby-safety books out there, I can only say that
read all or part of this book, you probably already possess the primary
Following from that, here’s Job 1: Keep little kids away from stuff that
There, I just save you $14.95 – the price of “The Safe Baby.”
But there will always be a market for this stuff, because people
confuse buying a book with action. Since I have the distinct pleasure of
being the dad to a 4-year-old (with a few siblings before him), I can say
of fussing and book-learnin’ can keep kids safe all the time.
That’s not to say we don’t all try, but more experienced parents have
learned to relax about the little stuff. From half a mile away, I can rank
the injury by the pitch of the cry, octaves and pauses correlating to
But we’re now part of the Safer Generation. With our helmets, knee
pads, air bags, switchplate covers, baby fences and oven guards, we’re
justifiably determined to make it a safer world for our kids. Perhaps it’s
station wagon, the seatbelts long having disappeared beneath the seat
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alternative. Even so, today’s kid safety books read like a testament to
danger lurks at every turn. Every swimming pool is a death trap, every
Good grief. If my short version of the book is “keep kids away from
stuff that can hurt them,” then here’s the quick-take epilogue: “Be
where our dad took us to see car races in summertime. I thought they
were cool, but my mother found the one for “Hooker Headers”
offensive. The patch was a simple heart with the name “Hooker”
relatively small number of people who knew that Hooker was a brand
of custom exhaust components, you might think this clueless kid was
Suffice to say the patch was never sewn on my denim jacket, but no
concert tees.
Maybe I looked silly, but I blended in, for the most part.
wore his loincloth backwards just to annoy his parents, “young people
today” have gone out of their way to differentiate themselves from the
which, for the kid, reinforces the beauty of whatever form of loincloth
In the past couple of years, a trend that started in prison and moved
to the hip-hop culture and into black youth has surged into the
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enacted laws prohibiting it. Mountain parents who see their little
darlings sporting the latest prison fashion are mortified, and I’ve no
Insane With One Simple Tug. Our 16-year-old – who’s about as black
and hip-hoppy as Ryan Seacrest – has taken up this trend and is simply
a kindergartner with his shoes untied and on the wrong feet; and D)
Not bow to our wishes and dress like a human being for god’s sake.
We’ve not gone as far as an outright ban on Mr. Saggy Pants, since
banned the practice, I doubt I’d show up with torch and pitchfork in
protest. But we do make our displeasure clear, and Mom has been
Underwear, by its very nature and definition, goes inside the pants, not
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outside. Plus, those jeans we spent Good Money on are being torn up
I’m still torn. I think the Saggy Pants look is absurd and, in some
the desire to look different from the folks while running with the herd
generally not afraid to swim against the tide endorse such a ridiculous
example of Groupthink. But, then, I must remind myself that it’s not
tipped denim at high velocity. The Boxer Cannon can cover a set of
We’ve all heard of crop circles — well, I’ve got shirt circles. They’re
utterly mystified as to their origin. It looks like someone has been using
forward into a counter or desk. I’ve tried to think about times when I
might have fallen asleep with a glass on top of me, or if the 4-year-old
has been playing practical jokes on me with a sippy cup or a toy squid
tentacle.
But while the shirt circles are inexplicable, the phenomenon behind
them is not. Married men – especially ones with small children – don’t
have a chance at getting married. That way, we could then have kids
and thus an excuse for not looking so presentable and having shirt
with a pile of nuts or candy on his voluminous belly, looking for all the
world like one of those sea otters that float on their back and use their
I’d wear burgundy sweat suits or Dockers shorts with dark socks and
I’m not there yet, but I’m eyeing the curve that starts on one end
with me actually ironing my shirts once a week and some time in the
I’ve been double-plaiding this winter already, so I feel like I’m halfway
there. This occurs when I come home from work and pull on a pair of
“happy pants” (our family’s name for those flannel sleep pants),
forgetting or not caring that the plaid happy pants are clashing — with
all the force and cacophony of a middle-school brass band —with the
The 13-year-old girl will grimace and make a vague hand gesture,
feel her pain, but I’m already downstairs, far from the sartorial
bought myself a new shirt — and I remember the days when I used to
So, no, I’m no longer a fashion plate. I can clean up OK if need be,
and somehow, on the rare occasions that I need to, I can remember
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how to tie a tie. I’m a lucky man in that my wife thinks I look fine no
matter what — double plaid, shirt circles and all. Since she’s the only
year-old went off this morning in shorts with black shoes and socks,
and the girl is perhaps at risk for social death if her friends see me
looking like Forrest Gump. But that’s for them to figure out.
The old Kenmore, the needy beast, hums and throbs nearly
constantly during the summer. With the kids home all day forever
snacking, eating meals and drinking, it’s not unusual for us to run the
And here I thought I’d be saving money on the utilities bill once the
sooner wash a spoon or plate in the sink than they would wash their
Yes, they love the dishwasher, investing it with powers far beyond its
actual ability then looking at amazement on the other side when things
don’t come out spotless. I’m not sure what they think goes on in there
maybe. Oh, how they wish. I try to explain it’s just high-pressure water
squirting around, and that baked-on beans aren’t going to come off no
Deaf ears, deaf ears. But at least they’re learning things about
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And while they happily load the thing — as willy-nilly and haphazardly
when it comes time to emptying it, you’d think we’d just suggested
putting them on trial for war crimes. The hew-and-cry has lessened as
the inevitability of the hated task has sunk in over the years, but they’ll
silently – that they resent greatly this intrusion on their time and
energy and would much prefer we, the parents, handle this odious
task.
I know all this is true because it’s the exact same way I felt as a kid.
can deal with. When I was 12, though, it was hard to imagine a more
needed to be done.
I’m not sure why this is. Logically, objectively, it is the simple
sometimes F. The objects in question are clean, more or less, and the
task itself takes only a few minutes – less if evil parents have enjoined
a sibling to help.
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activities).
said object can land anywhere from the breadbox to a shelf in the
put these in after they’ve emptied, even if some of them are items
they left there only moments ago and clearly subject to the rule of
by the fact that the dishwasher was unavailable when they had to deal
with the plate, and since washing by hand is not an option, it goes in
the sink.
empty the dishwasher. There is one small solace for them, though:
With the 4-year-old able to help by doing the silverware now, they can
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share the misery. When I hear them cracking the whip to get him on
In fact, they sound like my wife and I. And thus does the dishwasher
slavery get handed down, in the natural order of things, to the next
generation.
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We used to love Friday nights at the race track, my siblings and I. The
track was in a town called Islip (which was fun to say), the evening’s
took us to a place called Danny’s Pizza. This being Long Island, the
Once, our Dad took us to a Mets game. He was a NYC firefighter, and
it was free day at Shea for the guys who wielded hoses. I watched an
inning or two and then fell asleep for the remainder. It would be 20
years before I saw another baseball game (Rockies first season at the
old Mile High), but my interest level in the sport hadn’t changed much.
With the Rockies making it to the World Series this year, my interest
piqued slightly. It went from, say, my level of concern for the standings
understand what the South Texans are saying). A big fan of Colorado,
the state, I wished the Rockies all the best but didn’t watch a single
game. And when I told some guys around the lunch table at the Vail
got that look – the same kind of look guys might give you when you
reveal that your role in the high school play was that of a dancing
unicorn.
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The old nature-nurture question comes into play when talking sports,
your father is planted in the easy chair every Sunday watching every
NFL game he can, you’ll likely grow up to do the same thing yourself.
At the very least, you will likely gain some knowledge always helpful
around the nacho bowl – like the difference between a strong safety
and a free safety, or what it means when they say players are lined up
in a “nickel package.”
have learned a few things over the years about the rules, although I
still don’t know what a “nickel package” is and, at this point, I don’t
really care. I was curious, though, to see what kind of Broncos fans my
three boys might turn out to be. Perhaps I would do a dissertation for
whole team. That’s because when the game is on, I am not giving him
100 percent undivided attention. The 13-year-old will sit and watch the
game with me if he’s around, but he’ll also wander off and come back
later to ask the final score. He’s happy if the Broncos prevail, but that’s
about the extent of his “sports mania.” The 16-year-old doesn’t give a
damn about the Broncos or other sports teams. Come to think of it, he
doesn’t care about much these days other than his long-distance
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girlfriend.
Mostly we reap the parental seeds we sow. I’ve spent a lot more time
in dark theaters acting and directing than I have on the sports field,
and that influence seems to be rubbing off. Fine with me: Concussions
and career-ending fracture are rare on stage. Plus, there are lots more
women in theater, most of whom will never ask my sons to explain the
nickel package.
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Oftentimes, when I tell people my wife and I have five children, their
The simple answer is “not easily.” The more complex response ends
with a conclusion that looks something like “we can’t.” Perusing the
the advice about how you should have 10 grand set aside for
If, by the measures set out by the financial experts, we are not doing
these things or anything like them, it starts to look like raising a family
second homes and other trappings of great wealth, our very backyards
locals who look around and determine that they can’t really afford to
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live in the place they’ve chosen to raise their families. A lot of times, it
seems as if the cards are simply stacked against us. Just today, I
received the new tuition rate sheet from our son’s preschool, showing
percent ($786 per month to $863). If we were really poor, we could get
tuition assistance. But, dang it, we’re just not broke enough to qualify.
It’s like we can almost hear a voice in the background intoning “Go
away!”
Believe me, we think about it all the time. But it’s not easy to leave
graduated from high school up here, and though I’ve lived in places
like L.A, New York, Massachusetts and New Mexico, our Colorado
mountain town is home – the kind of place where the guy at the
project; the kind of place where my kids can chuckle at the Class of
1982 composite still hanging in the high school, with dad in his groovy
But one not need to have grown up here to have it feel like home or
they do. For some, the lure is so strong that all the cons are beaten
down by the pros, and we muddle along despite all the good, sensible
Many of us, anyway. It’s hard to get exact figures, but my sense is
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great up here, but if you can get twice as much house for half or a
There’s an old adage about living up here that suggests one cannot
eat the scenery, and it’s true. You might be able to feed the soul on it
And who knows – perhaps one day in the not-so-distant future, all
The implication is that I have some kind of grand itinerary lined up for
at the Ritz and an afternoon whitewater rafting, after which we’re off to
he hasn’t wisely retreated yet, I’ll wheel out something about “when I
was a kid.” How, on summer days, my siblings and I got up early and
got the hell out of the house if my dad was home. The man worked two
jobs, but his inability to relax meant that, even when he was off, he
was tackling all manner of domestic tasks – from doing a brake job on
the Oldsmobile to painting the house to, yes, cleaning the garage or
basement.
entertainment. Even if they had something fun to do, the chance that
they might come up with some post-fun work was too great a risk to
allow us to stick around. Nope, when I was a kid, the neighborhood was
one vast playground, and the notion of structured activities like “fun
I can’t recall being bored, although I’m sure it happened. But I also
think we had a higher tolerance for low levels of activity back then in
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the pre-Nintendo era. Kids today may have indolence down as well as
we did, but they seem to lack the ability to make a little something out
there wasn’t much to do and no danger to speak of, but the fact that
Something else we did back then was simply pop by friends’ houses.
anxieties about what kind of homes our children might be visiting. For
At the risk of sounding like a coot in training, kids today just seem to
Summer moms used to shoo the kids out the door in the morning and
see them only at lunch and dinner. Dirty, tired and hungry, we’d
time. With cycles being what they are, maybe our kids will lighten up
and our grandchildren will have a crack at it. One can only hope.
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School’s out, so it must be time for the kids to reach inside and flip
Sure, some kids may have summer school or camps that require some
myspace.com marathon.
friends or, at the very least, staying out of sight when he came home
from work lest he put us to work cleaning the garage (that most
dreaded of tasks). I’ve carried some of that over, but mostly its
the 13-year-old that we come up with some kind of project for her to
work on over the summer, she looked at me as if I’d just asked her to
annoying parental homily that she could later recount to friends with
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engaged, how learning was a 12-month pursuit and may even have
contained the phrase “…if you’re ever going to get anywhere in life
….”
The two older boys are working on longer works of fiction this
hobby and get JDs or MDs for their day jobs. The 4-year-old is going to
work on shapes, the alphabet, numbers and techniques for sitting still
(a consummate wiggler, this child can rub paint and stain right off
play I’ve been working on, and in my mind the household will be a
Even if the reality falls somewhat short of that, I’ve been guiltily
can’t say I’m thrilled with the curriculum the local schools offer, and
their shrugs and vacant expressions make me wonder what the hell is
And these are kids who get grades ranging from good to excellent.
would we do that? While they’re playing Tony Hawk III, are their future
IM’ing each other about a new top one of them found on sale at Old
Navy?
programs for keeping kids’ minds in gear during summer, I’d love to
hear them.
In the meantime, fallow brains make for perfect slaves, and we’ve got
dishwasher. In Japan, they call this “nori” and happily eat it with raw
heresy.
milk spilled on his jammies (yes, he does indeed cry over such things).
Was this an “ER cry” that might necessitate a visit to the medical
center?
Nope, wasn’t that. I know all of Andy’s cries pretty well, and this
freezing and crying at the same time. He was so upset, in fact, that it
took some moments before I could identify the source of the problem.
Through his whimpers and wails, I came to understand that the foul
was two-fold: Not only had I given him a dirty spoon, but he’d eaten
reminded me of the time long ago, when one of my sisters bit into a
Horror, indeed.
coated head-to-toe with dirt, muck, algae, paint or jam, and he’ll
certain things, most notably how fresh his drink is (“Is this new apple
juice?” … he asks several times daily) and the “taint factor” of his
else, he darn well insists on two separate forks, and there’s hell to pay
if cross-contamination occurs.
“If she dropped a pat of butter, she threw out all the butter in the
house.” Andy’s seems to be forming along these lines, and it was only
new spoon had remedied the problem, and that we didn’t have to
throw out all the Lucky Charms in the bowl – or in the house.
what I call “New Wives’ Tales” a mile long, mostly garnered from years
purity issues, and almost all of those are of the “throw it out first, ask
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I see perfectly good food committed to the trash long before its time.
the kids, to wit: If I don’t foist it upon them, they won’t touch it.
something yucky. I just want full value out of the 47 metric tons of food
As for Andy and his spoon, hey, at least I didn’t insist he eat the
lettuce.
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bread, cereal, milk, tortillas and apple juice like a person who’s won a
5-minute shopping spree. I get in and get out as quickly as possible not
I try to avoid the place, but it is like a vortex for parents trying to feed
a family in the High Country while diverting half their income to rents
found exactly what I was looking for: A 16-inch boy’s bicycle that I
knew would fit Andy perfectly. It was red, it had shiny stickers on it and
some kind of roll-bar pad thing. Best of all, it was $34.99, an almost
Tianjin, but I also knew I was filling a critical link in the global supply
Plus, as I was soon to discover, I was rolling down the aisle a bicycle
that was soon to be anointed with the title of “Greatest Bike in the
World.”
machinery that plays a huge role in most children’s lives between the
ages of 4 and 6. Andy was ready for training wheels off, and he’d been
bumbling around the cul-de-sac in his old 12-incher, which was just too
small for him anymore. I could have gone to a local bike shop and
spent $100 or more on a snazzy new bike, but knowing that he’ll
outgrow his latest ride over the coming long winter, I went for cheap.
The new bike came with a picture of a rocket ship on it, and Andy
promptly dubbed his new ride “The Rocket 3000.” He took to it like a
and eager to get on the bike path to try a longer ride. In short order,
we added a kick-stand (why they don’t put those on bikes anymore I’ll
never know) and a handlebar bag. There, he keeps water and juice and
to the skinned knees and hands that accompany cycling that he’s
gotten to where he whips out the bandages himself and applies them
on the spot.
terms: “I’m great at this biking now, aren’t I?” Even as he then spins
into a one-bike collision and I have to extricate him from the pedals, I
Now, if only Wal-Mart would come out with a $34.99 car for the 16-
year-old.
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The carpet in our duplex originally came from another land, another
time, where it was the ceremonial floor covering for a grand hall
Filthy Feet.
went down the ladder of prestige. From the grand hall, it was relegated
47 years. At one point, it was ripped out and left in a field, where a
and frequently. At one point, the carpet was a resting place for an
Years passed, and then our carpet was stolen by jawas and sold on
he had to get rid of was our carpet. In fact, he was on the verge of
tossing it in the trash and closing the shop for good when the people
dubious history than the fact that they did, in fact, choose a cheap, off-
keep clean, despite our having a strict – though largely ineffectual and
slightly ridiculous – shoes-off policy for anyone entering our home. Oh,
and having five kids and their friends moving over the carpet at all
I love the way things just appear on the carpet. Once, we found an
entire grape (of course) ice pop in the corner that had just melted
unseen. Even after professional cleaning, the palimpsest of the pop still
the poor carpet. When he eats, matter flies from his mouth area in an
arc spanning at least 6 feet. He’s like one of those food processors set
to “high” without the cover firmly in place. Andy plus one saltine can
we’re entertaining thoughts of hiring Andy out to the World Food Bank.
exist for a week off what falls on our carpet around Andy’s chair daily.
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would likely make much difference – and at $300 a pop, that’s not too
what our carpet should look like, focusing instead on the more
some day, of course, and in that home the carpet is a mottled, multi-
can’t change it, speed it up, slow it down or go back and do it over.
knows better than a mom or a dad about each second of the lives we
care for, from the first breath, first steps and words to the goodbyes as
kids go off to college, careers or an 8-10 year stretch in the Big House.
often serve as the best yardstick for the passage of time. Under the
can seem meteoric at times, but like watched kettles, we have to step
back and really think about where Junior was six months ago for true
perspective.
OPK’s, on the other hand, grow in quantum leaps. And here I’m
talking about OPKs who live elsewhere; the children of old friends who
see only at weddings, funerals and the like. There’s almost nothing
that makes me feel so acutely the passing of time than being in the
presence of a person who didn’t exist when I best knew his mom or
the Playstation.
Where, we wonder, did the time go? And there’s our buddy, the last
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and running for more diapers. Yes, kids happen, then they grow and
the lives of others continue apace with our own. Still, it’s amazing –
experience time and age from our kids. The 4-year-old turned 5 this
week, and repeatedly exclaimed that this was, in fact, “the best
birthday ever!” on “the best day ever” all taking place within the
framework of “the best family ever!” And while Andy trumpets the
miracle of five trips around the sun and I contemplate the fact that I
have T-shirts older than him, Jen and I fruitlessly wish we could stop
trip to Denver can take an eternity for the 5-year-old. When I think
back to that hot August day in 2001 when Andy was born, I can’t
many ways, it seems he’s always been here; and it seems like that for
all of our kids. When I think back to the days before I was anyone’s
dad, it seems like a parallel life of some sort, lived by another version
I’ve met people who moon over the “old days,” lamenting the
perceived loss of freedom and fun that becoming a parent brings. I also
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know people who’ve chosen not to have kids or spouses, who think
themselves better off for it. Statistically, they’ll die sooner, but at least
I don’t worry too much about the old days anymore. More interesting
become a grandfather before I’m 45, although I’m hoping for another
decade to think about it. When it comes, though, that special variety of
OPK is going to be the thing that makes time slow down once again.
Bring it on ….
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Like a film comedy that promises to make us laugh, theme parks hold
out the idea that every second spent there will be fun, fun, fun.
This is not always the case. In my experience, it’s pretty much never
and while the kids may have slightly more favorable impressions, I
think we’re agreed on the point that parks get might old mighty quick.
For parents, a lot of this has to do with the basics of getting there and
got to bring the whole gang for free every time they had a new
worth of great stuff – a few truly fun rides or attractions, just like the
funniest bits of the film we see advertised on TV. After that, it can be a
real hell-ride. At DisneyLand, for example, all the cool stuff can be
what’s supposed to be the time of your life into a plaintive longing for a
So, weather and dollars aside, what’s left? By my estimate, there are
about two or three good hours to be had at any theme park. You hit
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the best rides, take in the overall vibe, maybe see a passably cheesy
wallets and a lower GI crying out from all the overpriced crapola
consumed.
It’s hard not to walk out of these places feeling slightly ashamed and
desperate for something wholesome and clean. At the very least, they
Despite all this, we still hit the occasional theme park – like Elitch’s in
Denver, which opened last week for the season. After all, there are
whole family. For every 10 golf courses in our state, there might be
none of this, and once the ski areas close and the snow melts away,
we put too much faith in the promise held out by the marketing
these places look like the greatest thing going, and woe to those who
believe it all. At best, they can only make a happy family slightly
entertained for a few hours. For the dysfunctional, it will likely just
Icky, overt displays of teen love also abound at Elitch’s, but that’s
another story.
best ride in the world — at least for the under-8 set — is probably dad
tossing them on the bed, or mom offering a piggy-back ride down the
stairs.
When we lived in L.A. for a few years in the first part of the new
millennium, the wife and I often made the observation that California
twice about whether I should risk it. It was about 5:30 p.m. on a
Saturday, and my instinct told me this was still prime time for the
condo and second-home dwellers who come out not just to purchase
food, but to loudly plan their meals while standing in large groups in
But the phrase “beef stroganoff” was stuck in my head for some
reason and I needed the ingredients. Inside the store, a choir of angels
peepers.
there are simply too many people on this relatively tiny planet, and if
everyone would simply stop having babies, we’d shed billions of people
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As a species, we may argue about how we got here, but the baseline
“why” has always been pretty clear: We’re here to reproduce. At a mall
around on one of those mall play areas with about 700 other children,
mostly under age 5. I turned to the 16-year-old and said: “You see?
That’s what you get when you have sex.” He nodded, and I saw in his
Although I recognize his point, I’m afraid Les U. Knight, the guy
Even in the U.S., where the number of families with three or more kids
has declined in past decades, big families are coming back into vogue.
One need only visit one of the many home tours or home “parades”
going on in the mountains right now to realize most new homes are
Funny thing is, of course, that’s not really true. The reason they have
5,000 square feet of space, six bedrooms, two dishwashers and two
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SUVs knowing they will likely never have more than four people in the
car: because they can afford it, because they can. But watching these
big homes sit empty on the hill most of the year is nothing short of
painful for mountain communities full of local families who could really
the home market for locals, it’s only because we believe in our hearts
that some day we, too, will have that two-dishwasher home. And who
knows, if the housing market really does go south and all the trees fall
only for a few months before realizing all the jobs went bye-bye with
He doesn’t know or care who Barney or Elmo is, doesn’t know Noggin
action!).
their eyes, though: “How can you deny your children the basic human
right of TV viewing?!”
There are no absolutes when it comes to raising kids. Other than the
obvious things, like you can’t hang a whiny kid from a peg on the wall
find their own moral compass, so if one couple thinks the solution to a
better kid is no TV, well, I’m not going to say anything (plus, there’s no
use is good, bad or not so good or so bad for kids. Like most parents, I
moment’s peace. Leaving out the computer and video games, it’s not
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too much different from how I grew up: We watched TV a fair amount,
but did other stuff as well: played board games, knocked over garbage
cans in the neighborhood, etc. My wife, raised in the rural South, had
only a couple of channels as a kid – one about pigs and goats and the
When we tell our kids about the dark days of only a few channels, no
remote and no cable, they can scarcely believe it. How did we ever
Ever since the thing was invented and available to the masses, TV
has been vilified as the killer of all things sacred to American family life
dark nights of winter, might yet another round of Parchesi grow thin if
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by the time they leave the house. Watching a dreadful show and
pointing out the absurdities is just one way to let them know that some
I was trying to conjure that up Monday night while trying to watch the
Broncos and the Ravens play in a cold Denver rain. I missed the kickoff
due to a meeting, but had the handy DVR record the first hour – which
is good, because it meant I could skip through the commercials and all
year-old, whose many needs keep me, my wife and the other kids busy
almost 24/7. Like many small children, Andy has an uncanny ability to
time his demands for the exact moment that the fabric of my pants are
“Dad!”
“What!?”
medieval grain production that he somehow clicked on, then try to get
Only it’s not a Tivo. It’s the cheap DVR Comcast gives you, and the
“Dad!”
After he’s got his apple juice and I’ve closed the window for the Web
challenge waiting: “Studio 60,” my new favorite show (it’s “The West
Wing” only set in Hollywood) is coming on, and I need to make sure it’s
being recorded at the same time I’m closing in on the recorded portion
of the Broncos game. With a few deft pushes of the buttons, I move
into live territory on the game as I record the show for later viewing.
Nothing happens.
blender into a kumquat. Never mind that I was figuring out DOS
“Give me that.”
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programs at once on this thing, and it’s saving dual copies of “The
Daily Show” and “The Colbert Report” for some unknown reason. But
By the time the game ends and I watch the fragments of “Studio 60” I
was able to save, I’m exhausted. It’s 10 p.m. but Andy is still racing
around like his hair is on fire, “bedtime” being a dirty word to him.
Sigh. For the next game, I’m going to figure out how to save it and
transfer the file to my laptop, then watch it in the closet. I can already
Mom bought a model of a wooden boat that contained 170 pieces. All
diagram, then punched out and fitted together with nothing but a
determined before I’d arrived home that this wooden ship had to be
mountains against a perfect blue sky, the rec paths beckoning to the
stable of bicycles poised in the garage. The wooden ship, on the other
hand, was clearly a rainy-day sort of activity, the kind of thing you turn
to when all movies have been watched, all puzzle books filled in and
the AMC Gremlin and Ford Pinto. Plus, Mom had done her due diligence
I assured her it was. I just didn’t think it was going to rocket to the
It was clear from the outset that the makers of this “Pirateology”
rest of their lives to creating things that would make fathers the world
arranged on sheets of balsa wood, and once they were numbered and
popped out, we were left with a pile of perfectly good tinder which,
Andy got bored with the whole thing about 17 seconds into the
could make sense of it all. Before long, Max was lapping me in the
translating the pile of balsa wood into a pirate ship in no time. It was
up to something wonderful.
For starters, it’s always amazing to realize when kids step up their
game. It may have seemed like only yesterday that Max couldn’t tie his
own shoes, but here he was, putting this thing together in record time.
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incredibly gratifying and fun to watch. And finally, for a dad, it’s an
impossible wooden model or, build a robot out of a downed aspen tree
to launch at Jupiter.
I held the same assumptions about my own father’s abilities, and still