Every year we all go look at Christmas lights at a local park.
Every year we go on a Tuesday so we can get pizza at our favorite place beforehand on their cheap pizza night.
Every year while walking around looking at the lights we get hot chocolate that is too hot initially, but cools off so quickly in the cold December air that there is an ever so short sweet spot of time that it is perfectly drinkable.
Rarely does the night go off without a hitch. Take last night, one kid decided to poop for 20 minutes at the pizzeria as we were getting ready to leave, another was “SO COLD” and kept reminding us of it, and our friends’ kid had a complete meltdown at the park.
In the end though, as it is every year, it was pretty perfect in its imperfection. Just like that hot chocolate.
Who hasn’t at some point heard the classic children’s song and wondered “What’s a dell?”
Well, that moment happened for my four-year-old son the other night. Naturally he turned to his ever knowledgeable dad and asked the question. I deftly fielded his inquiry, described the features of a dell, and even provided him with a reference point in our neighborhood that is dell-like. No doubt he’ll wow his mother and sisters with his knowledge the next time they walk there.
It was a proud parental moment, but then I had a moment of doubt. Did I really know what a dell was? Had I led my son astray? Years from now, would he confidently raise his hand in middle school social studies and provide my description of a dell only to have his teacher and classmates mock him for his obviously wrong answer?!
Thankfully, a quick search of the interwebs confirmed my definition, and all of my fear and self-doubt had been for naught. Fatherly crisis averted!
In case you’re wondering, you can find the textbook definition a dell (ok, Wikipedia definition), and even a picture here.
Until next time readers!
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We strive to live simply in our house. I say strive because sometimes living simply isn’t quite so simple nowadays, and sometimes we just don’t succeed at keeping things as simple as we’d like.
Our house is often messy and cluttered, but we’re getting better, and with a gaggle of kids and a dog running around there’s going to be a certain amount of mess. I’m sure if we were minimalists our house would be cleaner, but with little kids comes a certain amount of “stuff” and we’re (mostly) ok with that. We’re willing to accept the mess that comes from all that “stuff” because we’re pretty anti-tech when it comes to our kids. As much as I hate that there are Legos all over my son’s room, I’ll take that over him staring at a tablet playing Minecraft for hours.
Recently, I found myself on a restless Friday night with a sleeping wife on the couch watching a documentary about minimalism on Netflix. (I know, I know, I better chill out on this wild lifestyle I lead!) Anyway, it’s worth a watch, but the basic gist isn’t some crazy idea that you have to sell off all your possessions and buy a tiny house, but instead to not let “things” dominate your life.
That’s an important message in today’s world, and one that the wife and I find ourselves trying to live by and instill in our kids. Like I said, it’s not always easy, but I think as long as we’re making the effort, we’re succeeding.
Right? At least a little? E for effort maybe? #notanexpert