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Thursday, April 10th, 2014
3 years, 4 months.
I don’t want the general public to know this, but Nashville truly is one of the coolest places to live in America. Our town keeps showing up in articles as an “it place” to live.
The economy here is great, the people are diverse and friendly, there’s plenty of awesome entertainment, and the weather is…
Well, the weather is decent, yet a bit all over the place. Just two weeks ago I encountered 4 different seasons in the same hour. Literally, it snowed, then it was mild, then it was hot and sunny, then it cold fairly cold again.
Despite the fact we actually live in the Nashville city limits, only 12.2 miles from downtown, until this past Saturday, we’ve never actually taken you to Broadway, where all the “Nashvegas” action happens.
Mommy had found out about a free puppet show going on at the downtown library. She had me at “free.”
Two of your friends from school, and their parents, met us there for the excitement.
You got to witness your very first puppet show; it was a Native American tale called Sky Bear.
That actually was the first time I myself had seen a marionette-style puppet show.
Next, you and your friends made your way to the big window and saw “the Batman building” in the background.
Lucky for you, one of your friends’ parents suggested we check out the candy store on Broadway, called Savannah’s Candy Kitchen.
As you and your friends walked hand in hand, you were able to see many Nashvegas wonders… like a pink school bus, a convertible limo, and some kind of weird man-powered trolley in which over a dozen people peddled sideways to make the thing go… called Sprocket Rocket.
Yeah, because that’s apparently what’s normally going on during a typical Saturday morning at 11:23 on Broadway in Nashville.
Amidst all the exotic sights and sounds, we eventually reached our destination. I’m very familiar with the saying, “like a kid in the candy store.” Well, that was you and your friends.
You ended up with a bag full fully of jelly beans. Your friend Madison chose a giant lollipop… and it only cost $3.50.
It was quite an eventful morning. Of course, by noon, it was time for all three 3 year-olds to head home for lunch and nap.
You’re a lucky boy. You got to experience the splendor of downtown Nashville, accompanied by two of the cutest brunettes you know.
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Thursday, March 13th, 2014
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3 years, 3 months.
I’ve always had this idea for a Saturday Night Live skit, in which a group of adults speak dialogue based on the previously recorded conversations of young children.
It could potentially be hilarious, as 3 year-old such as yourself come up with some off-the-wall stuff without even trying.
Yesterday when I picked you up from school, you informed me that before we left, you needed to pick out a prize from the treasure box, since your daily report indicated you were well-behaved and took your nap.
As we looked inside the treasure box, there were stickers, actions figures based on the KinderCare mascot, and Dum Dum lollipops.
While I’ve established myself as the most hard-core dad in a 50 mile radius when it comes to preaching the evils of kids eating petroleum-based food dyes, I give you some grace when it comes to special treats you get at school; especially when it’s a very small amount, and based on good behavior.
Last week you got to try your first Dum Dum, which was sour apple flavored: You called it “sour green.”
Yesterday you chose a brown Dum Dum. With joy, as I was carrying you out the door as we left, you proclaimed: “Daddy, maybe it’s a sour brown one!”
I couldn’t stop laughing. You didn’t know what I thought was so funny, but you joined in the laughter.
The concept of “sour brown” is… Willy Wonka-ish.
“Sour” and “brown” are such an odd match.
Seeing that you had such an open mind on the subject, I didn’t tell you which flavor the brown Dum Dum actually was; I wanted to get your natural take on it.
“Daddy, this sour brown one is peanut butter… Daddy, it doesn’t sound good. I don’t like it.”
Interesting. I could see how peanut butter could taste like root beer, to a 3 year-old.
However, you weren’t completely convinced that the brown Dum Dum was actually sour brown or peanut butter, so you asked me to be sure.
I figured that trying to explain to you what root beer was would be too confusing, so I just told you it was soda flavored. Your response:
“Daddy, soda isn’t healthy. I don’t like the way it sounds.”
I now realize you haven’t learned the word “tastes” yet; you use “sounds” instead.
So basically, when it’s all said and done, sour brown is the new peanut butter, and you don’t like the way that sounds.
Tuesday, February 11th, 2014
3 years, 2 months.
This week as we are preparing your Valentine’s cards for your classmates.
As Mommy was writing out your cards for your friends, helping you figure out who gets which Disney-themed message along with a special snack treat, you decided that you wanted your own Valentine’s card.
So Mommy wrote one to you, from you.
But that wasn’t enough. You wanted two.
And so then Mommy wrote one to you, from her and me.
For the past couple of days now, you have been carrying both of them around with you everywhere you go. One of them has the dog from Up, while the other has the mice from Ratatouille.
You refer to them has your “tickets.” (I’m pretty sure you’re referring the movie, The Polar Express, by the way.)
For the past two days as I’ve taken you into your classroom at school, you have insisted on carrying in your “dog ticket” and your “mouse ticket,” then carefully placing them in your cubby for the day.
They are your self-assigned tickets.
You feel the need to always have them with you, as if Tom Hanks is going to prevent you from passing through any given entry point if you don’t have your “dog ticket” accessible for him to use the hole-punch on, to eventually spell out a special word for you.
Whatever the rules are, you’ve written them in your head, leaving me to observe them through your consistent and quirky habits.
This Friday for Valentine’s Day, you’ll be receiving cards from your friends, and plenty of treats too. However, you better make sure you have your dog ticket and your mouse ticket.
You might need them in order to be able to eat the candy that will come with those cards. I hear Tom Hanks is pretty particular about that…
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Tuesday, October 29th, 2013
2 years, 11 months.
Thursday night for Halloween, Mommy and I will be taking you to the neighboorhood Fall Festival.
I think we are more excited than you are, as it seems you are confused by what will be taking place there.
The thought of everyone dressing up in costumes and getting free candy for no real good reason, well… yeah, I could see the confusion.
Something I just now thought of is how you won’t necessarily know how to mentally process the upcoming influx of candy.
Meanwhile, I won’t know how to mentally process the upcoming influx of candy, either.
As a parent who practices a strict plant-based lifestyle, the thought of you having access to all that petroleum-based food dye and high-fructose corn syrup is actually the scariest part of Halloween, for me.
With you a few weeks away from your 3rd birthday, you’re just now old enough to where I’m letting you “experiment” with candy.
This is the first Halloween where candy is actually part of the equation.
And I have no gameplan.
What I mean is, I’ve yet to draw the lines on what candy I don’t want you eating and how much of the approved candy I’m willing to let you keep.
I can’t just let you have as much of whatever you get, even though it’s completely free.
At this point, I suppose what it will come down to is Mommy and me actually getting back home and sorting through your spoils.
Hmm. Now I’m curious to see which candy I will and will not approve. I honestly don’t know.
I’m assuming every other parent has to figure this out, too: how to filter through the candy explosion yet not deprive their kid of the fun.
While I am curious to know how other parents handle this, I’m also sort of up for the surprise of seeing which candy (and how much of it) I will decide to allow.
So maybe I should revisit this question in a few days?
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Saturday, November 10th, 2012
Call it a trend. Call it a common trait of the children of Generation Y. Call it what you like:
Studies are consistently showing that when given the chance to eat cake or candy over vegetables, toddlers are choosing the sweets every time.
Nick Shell, a father of a 23-month-old son, expands on the phenomenon:
“With my son Jack’s 2nd birthday coming up next week, we received a large padded envelope from my sister-in-law in Pennsylvania. My son was so excited to open the package after hearing my wife and me tell him it was for his birthday,” Shell explains.
“It’s not that he was disappointed with his new outfit or his die cast metal Thomas the Train toy, but for about ten minutes after opening the package, he continued looking around the room for the cake he assumed came with the package too.”
Raising his son in a lifestyle of strict vegetarianism and avoidance of processed foods, even juice, the toddler boy had never really eaten candy up until last week at Halloween.
“We were so proud of Jack for eating his green beans after dinner last night that we rewarded him with some leftover Halloween M&M’s. After the first few, he kept resonding, ‘I try? I try again.’
Shell goes on to tell that after his son saw a package box of cake mix in the car ride home from the grocery store, his son Jack insisted of holding the box tightly to his chest.
Jack soon began crying when he opened the box to find there was not actually prepared cake inside, but instead only the cake mix.
Little Jack Shell is only one of many toddlers out there who has a slight obsession with sugary foods.
So the next time you hear of a toddler throwing a tantrum because they can’t have a Snickers bar at the grocery store check-out, don’t be surprised.
This sort of thing is happening a lot these days. It’s official:
Toddlers have a sweet tooth.
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