Kids in Restaurants.

How do you feel about kids in restaurants?  There are countless opinions out there on what’s appropriate and what’s not, the front runners in dispute about whether kids should be allowed in restaurants at all.  I have a pretty strong opinion myself — I’m sure you’re shocked about that.  Wanna know what it is? Okay…

Chris and I are chronic destination eaters.  What does that mean? Well, I just made it up, but all it means is that we eat out ALL THE TIME.  I can’t remember the last time that we ate three consecutive meals in our home (breakfast, lunch and dinner.) We eat out at least one meal a day and sometimes two — before we had Addie we frequently ate all meals out, everyday.  So, believe me when I say that my opinion on the appropriateness of children in eating establishments is well researched.

Here is the long and short of it: parents should use discretion on where their children will not interfere with another diner’s experience.  Are you going to a place that is well known as a family restaurant?  Go ahead and take the tots.  Is it a place where people go to celebrate special occasions?  Unless your kids have impeccable manners, let those people celebrate and take the kids somewhere else.  And this applies across the board: even though you are at a restaurant, you – not the waitstaff – are still responsible for parenting your children.  Please don’t try to force your kids into an environment where they will be uncomfortable just because you want to go there.  They are kids after all, don’t expect too much out of them, they’re just learning how to be part of society.  Pretty simple, right?

Well, being a restaurant regular over the years I have encountered the “gray area” to that simple rule above.  Here are the common offenders I have seen…OFTEN:

ENTITLED MOM AND DAD: These parents think that they have the right to take their kids anywhere they want to.  They think that they’re paying the bill and thats all that matters.  “If you’re not paying my tab then you have no business telling me or my kids how to act.” Where do you find them? Usually at a sit-down place where diners do not anticipate children being a part of their dining experience.

OBLIVIOUS MOM AND DAD: These parents just have no idea how their family is affecting the people around them.  Their kids bickering or throwing bread is so normal to them that they can’t imagine that it could ruin someone else’s experience.  Where do you find them? Anywhere. There is no price limit on this one. They can be found at Noodle’s and Co. as well as Sullivan’s steakhouse.

SELf-INVOLVED MOM AND DAD: This doesn’t mean they are self-involved parents all the time, just in the place where other people are trying to eat. The highlighted rule above applies to these parents.  They tend to talk to the other adults at the table and ignore their kids’ screaming or misbehavior. Do they think the waiter is responsible for their kid’s outburst?  Is that sheet of stickers supposed to keep them happy during the entire meal? Because all their son is doing is sitting backwards in his chair staring at us while we eat our food, and it doesn’t help that he is waving that sheet of stickers in my daughter’s face while she is behaving and doing her best to eat her chicken. Please pay attention to what your child is doing! Where do you find them? I have seen them everywhere.  Even the food court at the mall calls for some parental attention but these parents don’t agree.

This sounds incredibly critical, I know. But I am not claiming that kids should not be allowed in restaurants, because there are some kids who can handle it.  There are some kids who know how to behave and other diners would never know there was a child sitting in the next booth.  I am just a firm believer that parents need to be realistic about what their kids can handle.  Because in the end, I can’t blame the kids for acting the way they do, they’re just being kids.  And I am not above the rest here, Chris and I have to assess Addie’s mood before we go anywhere and decide from there what restaurants will be appropriate if she were to suddenly forget how to behave herself.  Do I have cravings for places that aren’t the best suited for a two year old? Heck yeah, but it wouldn’t be fair to Addie to drag her to those places and then expect her to act like an adult.

So there you go, spread the word.  That is my decree!

And another thing….

I think its important to add a little addendum to my last post (the evolution of my semi-obsessive diet).  Why?  Because I’m finding that it is very easily misunderstood.  The point of the post was not to whine about the way I look or even pine for the way I used to look — I was talking about the fact that confidence is rarely easily attained.  Feeling good about yourself requires constant work and attention and it is very important to always stay in tune with how you feel.  Every deep relationship calls for this level of attention and if your level of confidence doesn’t represent a serious relationship with yourself then I don’t know what does!

So, while being so open about something as personal as my ever-changing body image can be easily misconstrued, I still think that we all need to investigate how we feel about our bodies and more than that — how our feelings affect those around us.  Or maybe its just me.  In the end I’m not here to tell you what to do. I’m not a trainer, a psychiatrist or even a dietitian, I’m just a mom who wants to be honest about what shakes me off my center.

That’s all for now, I have to get off the couch and onto our family room floor.  Pilates awaits!

The Evolution of My (Semi-Obsessive) Diet.

Before I had a baby I had a fantastic body.  I know that is an uncomfortable thing to read, and it’s uncomfortable to write, but I’m not going to do the normal self-depricating thing that so many of us do naturally because I have a point to make.

In order to maintain that awesome body I had a crazy healthy diet.  I never followed a “D”iet (you know, Atkins, South Beach etc) But was very strict about whole grains, lean meats, lots of fruits and veggies and little to NO sugary sweets.  Sound fun?  It actually wasn’t that bad because I honestly enjoy all those foods.  But I also really enjoy donuts. And Lucky Charms. And McDonalds french fries.  And milkshakes.  On top of wanting to stay thin and toned I have a horrible stomach that gets sick very easily so I physically can’t eat a lot of foods like ice cream and creme brulee and chocolate mousse.  And milkshakes.

Chris and Me at our wedding in 2004

I do enjoy eating crunched up granola bar in applesauce for an evening snack and I genuinely love grilled chicken with veggies.  And its a good thing because I logged many years when those kinds of foods were the only ones I would eat.  Some of it may have to do with the fact that I had an eating disorder right out of high school.  Even though my disorder wasn’t rooted in wanting to be thin, I think I will always be more aware of my body because of that experience.  Regardless of the reasoning behind the way I have always eaten, the interesting thing to me is that even though I always believed that I was making the best decisions for my body,  it took a pregnancy to teach me to really be kind to my body.

So let’s break this down: Pre-pregnancy lifestyle included super healthy foods ONLY, little to no “treats” and pilates every other day.  Post-pregnancy lifestyle includes a healthy diet supplemented with the occasional ultimate chip lovers cookie and a myriad of chicken nugget and hot dog pieces and pancakes for dinner.

Don't worry, its white grape juice!

What changed during my pregnancy?

First off, I gained forty pounds.  That may not seem like a lot but I have been a size two for years and never bigger than a size four and long & lean since I popped out of my mama.  Forty pounds felt like a lot on my frame.  I gained fifteen pounds in my first trimester and after a warning from my doctor was a responsible eater and did pregnancy pilates every other day for the last two trimesters.  Once Addie was born (three weeks early) and once I was done breast feeding (we lasted 13 months) I realized that I was back to my pre-pregnancy weight but my body just wasn’t the same.  Granted, I have not done pilates every other day like I did for five years prior to my pregnancy but I just have an extra layer of softness that I never had before.  I fought it for a while. We joined a gym, then had to quit after a few months because I didn’t go enough (not for lack of motivation but for lack of Addie liking the child care) I cut out finishing up Addie’s food, I even cut down on the homemade chocolate chip cookies.  But that stubborn layer is still there acting as a buffer between my skin and my ab muscles.  I can still see them but I’m not all skin, bone and muscle like I used to be.

Is that a good thing?  I don’t know.  But I do know that I have accepted the fact that I will not have my exact pre-baby body again.  I can have a great body, a healthy and strong body, but it will never be the same.  This holiday season was the first one since my early teenage years that I let myself eat whatever I wanted.  Do I feel a little more plush than usual?  Heck yeah I do.  But I also know its nothing to freak out about, like I normally would.  I’ll just start up my pilates again because it always makes me feel like a million bucks and whittles me where I need to be whittled.  By allowing myself to splurge sometimes I have become more content with who I am and I hope I will never again be so hard on myself about what I put into my body.

Chris, Addison and me Christmas 2009

I used to think that I had to maintain ‘perfection’ because I felt so close to it, but I have learned – I am learning – that the only perfection I need to be concerned with is where I feel best about myself – not what I want others to see.  Thats a hard thing for me to admit to and to really adhere to.  But I work on it everyday because I don’t want Addison to ever see me having body issues. I want her to see her body as a vessel with which to play sports and nourish and take her to her full potential – not as something to punish and mold to unrealistic expectations.

I’m a work in progress, as I assume you are too.  But I promise to keep working towards loving myself the way I am, not the way I think I should be.

Me, plain and simple.

Tis the season

I love it when I reach the end of a day that was supposed to be stressful and difficult but ends up being smooth and pretty easy.  Not to mention eye-opening.  We added another flight to the tally for the goose yesterday.  It was a little different than our usual travel day: we had Christopher with us, we were flying a different airline and it was just a few days before Christmas.  I didn’t really know what to expect!  In a nutshell (which if you read my blog regularly, you know this is hard for me to fit ANYTHING in a nutshell) I thought flying on United was going to be a huge hassle, even though there were 64 people on stand-by for our flight we didn’t encounter a single problem and I gave up some “travel control” and let Chris help when I actually did need help.  That’s hard for me sometimes – I am the kind of person that wants to prove that I can do it all myself.

So the basics of “Operation: Travel Christmas” were just fine…but there were two VERY cool things that happened as well.

FIRST: We flew on a 777 (that is a huge plane with seating arrangement 2-5-2, meaning two seats, an aisle then five seats across the middle then another aisle and then two more seats) We were in the middle section: I was on the aisle, then Christopher and then Addison in the middle of the 5 seats.  I was a wreck thinking of all the bad things that could happen that would create problems for us: usually a carseat HAS to be in a window seat and I could picture us getting all set in our seats and then having a flight attendant tell us that we had to move, Addie was going to be seated next to a stranger who may or may not like kids and most likely didn’t want a two year old grabbing at him/her the entire 2 1/2 hour flight.

I was wrong…on all counts.  The flight attendants didn’t say a word about our seats (I still don’t understand that by the way, I’ve always been told it is FAA regulation to have a carseat in the window) AND, get ready because this is incredible…the woman who sat next to Addie played with her the ENTIRE FLIGHT!  And she loved it! Her name was Carol and she was so kind and sweet with Addie.  I am not going to guess at her age but she was a Grandmother to numerous kids and had recently become a Great-Grandmother (although she was quick to tell us that her “great-grandmother status” was achieved much earlier than anyone in the family thought it would happen courtesy of a teenage granddaughter.)  By the end of the flight Chris and I both told her how wonderful we thought she was and were both very thankful for her help and attention.

I saw her at the baggage claim with her husband who had been sitting elsewhere on the plane, so I approached them and told him that he was a lucky man to have Carol and that my husband, daughter and I had fallen in love with her on the flight.  She was beaming.  He loved hearing it, but wasn’t surprised and answered, “Oh, I KNOW how lucky I am.”

Next time someone does something kind for you, make sure you tell them how very much you appreciate it…most people don’t ever expect the compliment and it makes everyone involved feel better.

SECOND:  I am in awe of my husband.  Just when you think you’ve seen all the wonderful in someone he does something to prove that there’s even MORE wonderful in there.  I’ll make this quick because it’ll quickly become gushy.  Since you don’t know much about Christopher other than the fact he plays poker for a living, I’ll tell you that he is incredibly smart, to the point sometimes people don’t “get him.” He is a very rational, logical thinker (uh…poker player!) and in most situations values quick wit over “haha funny.”  He travels as much as we do (obviously) and has developed his own system and habits when it comes to being on a plane.  Now, to why he is wonderful, yesterday he chose to sit next to Addison, letting me sit on the aisle.  Not only did he take care of her the entire flight, but he chatted with the woman sitting next to Addie (we learned later that her name was Carol.)  Chris does not chat.  Especially not on a plane.  But he was kind and sweet and everything that I see everyday but the general public usually doesn’t.  Not only was I proud of Addie for being so well behaved on the plane, but I was incredibly proud of my husband for taking such good care of his family and the people around us!

What’s the point?  I guess the lesson I learned yesterday was that I get so caught up in my routine and the way I usually see things, that sometimes I need to be challenged. I need to be shown how different things are from my original perception and I need to give up some control and let people (especially Chris) help me more often.  I don’t think of myself as a controlling person, but every once in a while I need to open my eyes, admit that I try to have a hand in the way everything goes in my family and then I need to chill out.

Lesson learned.  Merry Christmas. Again.

She makes me laugh…

I don’t know how you do Christmas when families are in different states, but we tend to just have multiple Christmases and celebrate with everyone.  We switch off Christmas on the 25th between Chris’ family and mine and then celebrate with the other family either early or late.  THIS year we are having four, yes you read that correctly – that’s not a typo – 4 (!) Christmas celebrations. First up is my family in Colorado, and we celebrated today, Saturday December 19th.  Next up is our “little” family Christmas in our apartment with just Chris, Addie and me when we fly back to Chicago.  THEN we drive to Stanley, Chris’ parent’s home town and have Christmas eve with his dad and his mom and then Christmas day with Chris’ mom and her mom.  THEN we have Christmas with Chris’ mom and sisters at his mom’s house when we get home from Stanley.

Whew.  Good thing I love Christmas, huh?

We have been working on telling Addison the stories about Santa Claus and the reindeer as well as the story of Advent and that Christmas is when baby Jesus was born (there will be another post about an awesome Overgard family tradition with advent calendars.)  and with every story I realize how confusing this must be for a two year old.  She’s super excited about Santa and whenever anyone asks her, or she sees a Santa somewhere, she is very happy to let everyone know that he says, “Ho Ho Ho” in her adorable little voice.  And ask her “What’s the baby’s name?” and she’s quick to respond, “Jeeeez.” So I know she’s listening…but my goodness, what a lot to remember!

This morning on our first Christmas morning of 2009, Addie woke up before the sun came up and so Chris brought her in our room for family cuddle time in hopes that she would fall back asleep for a little while.  After poking us in our faces for a little while she snuggled in and fell asleep.  She was deep enough asleep that she was making what my mom calls her “mewing” sounds in her sleep (a little ‘hmmm’ with every exhale) when she rolled over just slightly and her little tiny voice came from the pillows with a “ho……..ho………ho” and then she rolled back over and went to sleep.

It was so freakin adorable.

I’m interested to see how she reacts when she’s told that Santa is coming to our house too, as well as MoMo and PaPa’s.  And then do we tell her that Santa is coming AGAIN to NaNa’s house? What about Great Grandma’s and Grammy O’s?  I don’t know, at least she is just starting to get the idea and she LIKES it.  We’ll have to reassess how we deal with all the Christmas lore as she gets older and understands more.  Maybe Santa only comes once and the rest of the Christmases we just get presents from all the people we love and who love us.  What I know for sure is that every Christmas is SO important to me, and to Chris, and it doesn’t matter if its on the 25th or the 19th or the 27th…to me Christmas is about being with the people we love the most.  And we are incredibly blessed to be with them ALL.

And how could I complain about having Christmas four times a year?  I’d have to be nuts!

Good luck to you and your Holiday celebrations, I hope they go as smoothly as our Colorado Christmas did for us 🙂

Moral Conundrum.

In my last post, I talked about our family outing to the factory outlets in Castle Rock, Colorado.  As I wrote in the post, although today started with mild weather (for Colorado in the middle of December) with a 48 degree high, by the afternoon it was pretty dang chilly.  As we walked around the stores, all of us bundled in multiple layers, we kept noticing people in really inappropriate clothing for the weather.  I’m talking t-shirts, some shorts, even some sandals.  I couldn’t believe there were people there without coats on, I can’t imagine how cold the shorts-wearing people must have been.

Now, I grew up in Colorado and its not that odd to see a Coloradan on a cold day in a fleece jacket, shorts and hiking boots.  I mean, we ski in t-shirts here sometimes, a little cold doesn’t effect the way a lot of people dress.  But my moral conundrum smacked me upside the head when we were walking past the giant Christmas tree and saw a mom standing by a bench with her three children.  The mom was wearing a nice coat with a “fur” trimmed hood and her baby was in a carrier with a fleece blanket shielding it from the wind.  But her two girls, who looked about 5 and 7, were in jeans and thin long-sleeved shirts.  No coats, no jackets, no hats or gloves or anything.  And there they were, standing next to their nice warm mother, shivering and crying because they were so cold. I was appalled.  My entire family was in shock.  We gathered in the nearest store and discussed whether or not we needed to/should/could do anything.  “Should we buy them coats?”  Well, the parents we SHOPPING so they could obviously afford coats for their children and were both wrapped nice and warm (the dad had joined them by this point.) “Should we say something?” What do you say?

What would you have done?  I am a big proponent of not judging other parent’s decisions because we rarely know the back story, but I have gone over this so many times and regardless of any of the backstories I can come up with as a possibility, nothing I can think of excuses this.  And I am pretty creative.

So tell me, what is the right thing to do in this situation?  Should I have done something to protect those poor, freezing girls?  I don’t know the answer.

So proud of the Goose.

I experienced two very new things today that I felt were blog worthy.  The first one is going to take a minute so the second will require its own post.  But the first one is REALLY fantastic.

Today, December 13, 2009 is the first day I have felt true parental pride in my daughter’s behavior!  Now, when I say that let me clarify that I have been proud of Addison and so many things about her countless times.  I am always proud that she is my child…but today I found that I was ridiculously proud of her actions and her decision making!  At two years old!

She had a super long day, especially for the day after a long travel day.  She woke up early (early for us, 6:30 am) and we went to breakfast with PaPa (my dad) at his country club.  They were having a children’s day so Addie got to see a big train display which was awesome because she is BIG into choo choo’s, she got snowman shaped pancakes, got to hit a golfball in the pro-shop with Addie-sized clubs AND as we were leaving she got to see Santa and Mrs. Claus (did you know Santa drives a bright yellow Jeep Wrangler?) From there we stopped by the church so MoMo (my mom) could show Addie off to her friends, then we stopped at the grocery store and then home to find Aunt Thayer, Uncle Craig and baby Jackson.  After playing with them for a little while she took a two hour nap (and I did too) then the WHOLE family piled into Craig’s suburban and drove to the factory outlets.

It was pretty chilly in Colorado today, a comfortable 48 in the late morning but it grew steadily colder as the day progressed and by the time we were shopping in Castle Rock it was coat/mitten/hat weather.  Addie and I had tights/leggings under our jeans it was so cold!  But that little Goose was SO good.  PaPa bought her new sunglasses and she wanted to wear them all day, and into the evening, so she was running around with a plaid jingle bell hat, pink flower shaped sunglasses, a red puffer jacket, pink gloves, sparkle jeans and pink boots on.  It was a sight to see.  And she was just happy as a clam the entire time, saying hi to everyone, making people laugh and just being a happy kid. After the factory outlets we went out to dinner and I was pretty worried that Addie would be spent and would never make it through a sit down dinner.  But shock me, she was fantastic!  AND SHE ATE A TON!   To top it all off, she was awesome on the drive home even sitting next to a crying Jackson, she just wanted to hold his hand and try to make it better.

I am absolutely, 100% SO proud of my little goose.  What an awesome kid.

This motherhood thing is incredible.

Add another one to the tally…

Addie and I officially have another travel day under our belts — are you getting tired of reading about our travel?  It sure does happen A LOT lately doesn’t it?  Man.  Another good day, same same all over again.  I WAS thinking about how traveling with a toddler (or baby, or child for that matter) requires an emotional on/off switch.  There are so many things that happen that require that I turn off my emotional reactions and equally as many that call for an emotional reaction.  Its a roller coaster.

  • Irritatingly slow woman in front of us in the security line?  Let it slide.
  • No seat for Addison on an oversold flight?  Do my very best to keep my cool (we ended up with a seat thankfully)
  • Addie kicking the seat in front of her? Gotta care about that poor person and explain to the Goose why she shouldn’t kick the seat.
  • Sitting on the tarmac for twenty minutes after landing?  Did my best to not let it get to me…what could anyone do about it anyway?

There is a never ending list of emotional ups and downs.  I just try to stay on my toes and really evaluate every situation before I react.  Is it necessary?  Is my reaction going to make the day harder/worse?  I just do everything I can to make the day as easy as possible.

Although I couldn’t help but laugh at this conversation in the row behind us between two girls and a guy in their early twenties…

“Have you guys heard that new singer? I think her name is Joan”

“What does she sing?”

“She was on a Gap commercial…”

“Joan…Joan…Joan…”

“Maybe it was JONI!”

“Joni Mitchell?”

“Yeah! Joni Mitchell!  She’s brand new.  I really like her voice.”

Cue my reaction…I COULD NOT STOP LAUGHING.  I agree, Joni Mitchell is awesome, but not exactly new.

A little something extra…

I do my hair and makeup in our downstairs bathroom, that way Addie can come play make-up with me if she wants to or she can be in the family room (where I can still see her) and play with her toys.  This morning she wanted to play make-up so I let her choose what she wanted out of my make-up bag and returned to my own face.  She usually watches what I do and then tries to copy it on her face…it is really cute.  So today I didn’t think much of it when she was sitting behind me, humming quietly.  I figured she was just “putting blush on her cheeks”.

When I turned around she was using my blush brush to dust off the top of the toilet seat.  In my shock, I didn’t move quickly enough to grab the brush before she moved to the floor and started sweeping the bathroom carpet with the very brush I put on my face every single day.

Needless to say, one of our errands today will be for brush cleaner.

At least she loves to clean, can’t get mad at her for that!