Fun with photos: Not Impressed

A few years ago, my husband found a hilarious way to keep the kids laughing while we waited and waited in lines at Disney World: Photo contests. I still laugh when I look at these pictures.

This time, he had an idea borrowed from McKayla Maroney’s not-too-happy photo at the Olympics and immortalized in mckayla’s not impressed.

 So, while we had a great time touring Philadelphia and Washington DC last month, we weren’t always impressed.

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Rough start: Not impressed with Liberty Bell but only Jilly understands what to do. . .

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Not impressed with threats of detention in Philadelphia.

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Not impressed with Old City Philadelphia. D still making fish lips.

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Not impressed with this historic Philadelphia building.

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Not impressed with a cat that doesn’t move.

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No, we’re not impressed, Franklin Fountain. (okay, yes, you were delicious)

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So, this is Capitol Hill? Not impressed.

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White House Tour before 9am? Not impressed. (really)

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Yeah, some fountain. . .not impressed.

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Yeah, yeah, yeah Air and Space Museum.

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Moon, schmoon. . .not impressed.

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D is not impressed waiting for our bike tour to start

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Jilly is not impressed with her helmet.

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I am not impressed with this close-up.

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Not impressed unless he comes to life like in the movie.

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Yeah, White House (again). Not impressed.

Please tell me we aren’t the only goofy family that fills up the camera with photos like this. I wonder what the other tourists thought of us.

Raising G-rated kids in a PG-13 world

The other day, I  heard a radio caller who had just won two tickets to a Justin Bieber concert. “Oh! My daughter is going to be so excited!” she exclaimed.

That’s great! How old is your daughter?” asked the DJ.

She’s five!

I groaned. Five?!? OK, I’ll admit we are not Justin Bieber fans. And while I think he’s a gazillion times less offensive than, say, Chris Brown,  aren’t there more, er, age-appropriate bands for five-year-olds? (Wait! I know the answer to this question!) Does she really plan to drag her five year old to a concert? (This is me being judge-y, I know. Sorry.)

A day or two later, I read this piece by fellow kindie music critic and all-around good guy, Jeff Bogle, in which he slammed parents in his area for exposing  young kids to older-person music and movies before their time. This has lead to a rash of grade schoolers in his daughter’s classroom using words like “hot” and “sexy” in the classroom. And not as in “wow, it’s hot outside“, but as in “he’s really hot” and “she’s really sexy.” Gag. While I’m not convinced they really have any idea what they mean, I still gag.

So while I read his angry rant, I shook my head in agreement. . .until he got to this: Your 8-year-olds DO NOT need to, by nature of the time in which we are living, sound like a fucking pimp, in school or out. Make no mistake about it, you will regret not doing more to prevent this, and I sincerely hope your children grow to resent you for not working more diligently on their behalf, for not allowing them to revel longer in the blissfulness of their youth.

Oh. Eight year olds? That’s the age he’s talking about?

Shoot. Time to step down off my high-and-mighty horse.

Because as much as I’d like to say that my homeschooled children have grown up listening to age-appropriate tunes and classical music their entire lives, that isn’t really all that accurate.  And when it comes to my youngest (my eight year old), he has definitely been exposed to more than his two older sisters were at his age.

From the moment he could watch TV, D. was watching what his older sisters were watching. Granted, they were only 6 and 4 when he was 2, but still—no Teletubbies for this kid. No Dora, no Sesame Street, no Mickey Mouse, especially when he was five, six, seven and, now, eight. He could pick out Victoria Justice before The Count in a lineup.

And while he still listens to some kids’ music, he proclaims he is “too old” for most of the CD’s I try to share, preferring instead the pop music of his 11-year-old sister. And last year, (at the tender age of seven) that meant that he loved—and I mean LOVED—this song. He loved it enough to sing it loudly wherever we were. My only hope was that his speech difficulties made it hard for other people to understand what he was saying. I’m sure we got the hairy eyeball from at least a few parents. (Though is this song any different than that iconic Right Said Fred song every 90’s kid knew by heart?)

I get what Jeff is saying, though, and try to limit some things that bother me most. We have the cable networks locked down so much that my oldest cries foul every time she tries to watch Cartoon Network. She gets upset that she can’t go onto YouTube to see the funny videos her friends share, or visit a website that hasn’t had prior parental approval. She was p-i-s-s-e-d last night when I told her she can’t start her own Blogger site without a long list of guidelines and privacy settings..

But, she’s going on twelve. So, I give her some slack. Which means that, since the other two are with her almost every day, they get some slack too. I don’t change radio stations as quickly as I used to and let her listen to a lot of the pop music her friends hear. All three kids curl up to watch a PG movie I never would have let my oldest see at the age my son is now. And when she wants to play Hunger Games (a book I only recently let her read) in the yard with her older friends, I let the younger ones play along too.

It’s a tricky dance, I know. Though it’s made me think about how much more my youngest has been exposed to compared to his older sister was.

It also made me think: Maybe that radio mama with a five year old who is into Justin Bieber also has teens who have his posters all over their rooms and sing his songs as they get ready for school. Or cousins who play the music whenever they are together. Or a bus driver who blasts the tunes on the bus (as is the case in our neighborhood).

I’m not sure how you keep these words and songs completely away from kids, though I’m with Jeff on this: When I saw two wee little girls, maybe four or five years old, standing in the Barbie aisle at Target and saw one of them point at a boy doll and say, emphatically, “he’s HOT” (while the mother smiled down at them), I thought, “Ick“. Really, ick.

Though, in hindsight, my son was probably two aisles away, looking at the LEGO sets and singing, “I’m sexy and I know it” under his breath.

5 lessons homeschooling has taught me about exercise

A couple of weeks ago, I started exercising again. I hate even typing that sentence because it means that, even after getting into relatively good shape and running a 10k for the first time, it should be clear that I must have quit exercising if I had to “start up” again. And while I didn’t really “quit”—-I had a lingering, mystery virus that derailed me—-it sure felt like I was starting from the bottom when I finally laced up my running shoes again and hit the road.

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Another time I had “started running” (again).

 

I’ve lived this pattern most of my adult life: 1. Get motivated. 2. Exercise like crazy (and tell everyone I know all about it until they are ready to scream or unfriend me). 3. Get hurt/sick/busy enough to get derailed for  a week/month/year. 4. Feel bad about myself until I circle around to #1 again.

But one thing that hit me as I was again circling around to  #1 in my “Stages of Fitness”, was how much my experience homeschooling has helped me deal with these relatively small setbacks. Yes, this teacher has been schooled.  Keep reading if you want to know what lessons I’ve learned to take to heart.

1. It’s not a sprint, it’s a marathon.

This is an often-shared piece of advice in homeschooling circles. It helps those of us who start panicking over the progress (or lack thereof) our kids are making in any given subject by reminding us to step back and look at the big picture. I daresay that most homeschooling parents would say that they are more interested in raising curious, intelligent, and literate children, and not just trying to have kids who are on lesson 45 of their grammar book by February 1st.

I love how this advice applies to fitness and exercise. My ultimate goal is to live a long, healthy, active life, not just fit into my “skinny jeans” or even finish another 10k, right? In the grand scheme of things, getting derailed from any exercise program for a bit of time isn’t the end of the world–just pick up and keep on going. This long-term goal keeps me from acting like a missed workout is the end of the world.

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Another goal? Being fit enough to swim away from sand sharks.

2. Get the hard stuff done early.

I’ve learned that if we don’t do our hardest subject (math) first thing in the morning, it looms over our heads like a gloomy (math) cloud. And then, by the time we get to tackling it (math), we’re all tired, cranky, and that one subject (math) take about five times longer than it should.

For me, at least, the same can be said for running. It is much, MUCH better for me to get up and run out the front door before I do anything else (OK, sometimes I do need a sip of coffee first).

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Getting out early also means running by this before the tourists are out.

The same goes for my 30-Day Shred days: I’d pop on that Jillian Michaels’ video before the kids were even out of bed, get it done in under a half hour, and then collapse in front of my laptop feeling a wee bit smug that I was “done” for the day.

3. Pick a curriculum that works (for you).

I will never reveal how much curriculum I’ve purchased because someone else raved about it, only to then resell the barely touched books because it just isn’t right for us. It’s just too embarrassing and makes me look a bit gullible and indecisive. But, when a friend tells me about a great curriculum they are using for spelling (a subject we’ve been pathetic at covering), it’s easy for me to overlook the fussy manipulatives, the multi-step daily instructions, and the steep learning curve in an effort to just “get something that works”. But it doesn’t work if it just sits on the bookshelf, does it?

I was reminded that I need to be wary of “hot trends” in exercise too, especially when all the warning bells should be ringing: This Isn’t Right For Me (e.g.,  Zumba). I just stopped myself from purchasing P90X (but look how pretty their bodies look!) when I realized that I’d never, ever push myself that hard for a six-pack. Never.

4. Grades are just one measure of success.

We don’t “do” formal grading, though I obviously check the kids work and, when pressed by them, will give them a letter grade. But, even if they were in school, I’m sure I’d be telling them that it isn’t only about the grade. It’s about effort, and enthusiasm, and retention.

I don’t get graded for running (thank goodness!) or situps (ditto!), though I’d say that any time I step on that cursed scale, I feel like I’m giving myself a grade. I lost 3 pounds? A+!!! Gained 5? FAIL!

I’d never let my kids feel like their intelligence is all about a letter grade. And I’m not going to let my fitness progress be defined by a number on a scale, or the size jeans I’m wearing, or even how many sit ups I can do.

5.  If everyone is crying, I’m doing something wrong.

I admit to posting Facebook updates that read something like, “If one more kid cries over their math workbook, I’m going to call the public school in the morning!” Teaching my own kids subjects like history, science, and math can be, simply, Not Fun At All.

BUT, I don’t homeschool to have sullen, miserable kids around me all day long. I want to have fun with them.  I want to see them light up when they learn something new, or we do a fun experiment or project. I want to give them breaks to play, pet the dog, or just run around the house.

That’s why I run/walk. For me, running nonstop is torture on my asthmatic lungs and my knobby knees. But running with walk breaks is just more fun for me. It gives me time to catch my breath and look around outside. It allows me to run longer and farther which feels like a victory to me. It keeps me from crying, sometimes literally, sometimes figuratively.

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See? Smiling, because I know I’ll be walking in 3 minutes.

 

And it also gets me to a certain level of fitness that allows me to then go for a long bike ride with the family in Acadia National Park, or scooter down the street with my son, or even kick my girls’ butts in a Just Dance dance-off in our family room.

No pain, no gain? Yeah, I’m with this to some degree. But if that also means “no fun”, I won’t be sticking with it for long.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to start homeschooling this morning. Maybe that’s another lesson I’ve learned that I can apply to exercise: Step away from the computer if you really want to get stuff done.

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