Pointless

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At first blush, this might seem super depressing. The reality was that this was a great starting point for a dinner discussion. My guess is that the notion of pointlessness came from an 11 year olds acknowledgement that Sunday evening feeds into Monday morning and with that the beginnings again of the weekly routine. More specifically, this means: get-up, go to school, eat a dinner that probably doesn’t make my top 5, go to bed. Repeat.

Of course each day is far more varied than that, a fact he granted after some further probing. I think this speaks more to the reality that as we grow it’s natural to question our place in life. What does it all mean? What is it’s purpose? What is my role in it all? Big questions that many adults probably can’t answer. We talked about family values, experiences, the importance of enjoying the moment and not just the end goal – all good stuff but did it resonate with the immediate feelings of a sixth grader? I’m not sure but it was a good chat never-the-less.

Making time to eat dinner together has oft been discussed as critical for all members of your family. Need a refresher? Try this story from Today’s Parent. Or this one from the Washington Post. Or how about visiting this site devoted to family dinner: The Family Dinner Project.

Enjoy tonight’s dinner and maybe even an engrossing chat about existentialism!

Or you could just take off your mitts to do up your zipper…

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I can relate to that idea of getting warm when frustration builds and I’m guessing lots of other people can as well. Mindfulness and equanimity messaging is everywhere. It’s clear we need strategies to help us deal with situations that bring anxiety like being stuck in traffic or dealing with an obstinate co-worker.

Just because kids can’t drive or have to deal with bosses doesn’t mean they’re immune to frustration (as any parent on the planet will attest). Their problems may seem small to us but they are just as relevant to their day-to-day living. While I might point out that putting on one’s mitts AFTER one does up one’s jacket zipper would be a useful way to avoid a repeated frustration, that observation, in my household, would only serve to further ratchet up the heat.

 

The Bed Stylist

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It’s comments like this that you want to remember, especially when they’re driving you crazy later on in the day.

How’s your life?

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The other night as we were settling into bed my wife asked me, “How’s your life?”.  It was a fair question as we’ve both been running to keep up with our jobs, our kids and all the activities that go on between a family of four. It feels like we hardly ever see each other. I drew us smiling but I think the humour was tinged with a dose of frustration as time continues to march on at an alarming rate. September is always insane with back to school realities, fall sport and extra-curriculars starting up and generally trying to shake off the rust of summer. But this year October has stormed past us with the same break neck speed that September typically does. As I look ahead to this month, every single weekend is already booked. Most days of the week are filled. My iCal looks like a Lite Brite picture…

In the sage words of Ferris Bueller, “Life moves pretty fast.If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.”

I stopped for a moment to do so, but I fell asleep. I’ll keep trying.

You know you’re a biathlon parent when…

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It’s amazing the things that you collect in day-to-day living as a parent. I remember going to work once and finding a full sippy cup in my pocket. The other day I reached into my jean pocket to grab some change and found something completely unexpected.

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Yep, you know you’re a biathlon parent when you have a stray bullet in your pocket…

Fit stress

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It’s ironic how stressed and run down we get rushing around to support our kids health and fitness…

Late night meds run with Adele

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Grave Wrongdoings and a fine dessert

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Grave wrongdoings can often be mended with some flour, sugar and butter.

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Not the answer he was looking for…

I always enjoy a pithy bit of conversation at the breakfast table.

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Getting to know the neighbours…

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I walk Indy at least 3 times a day. I’m pretty lucky because I can walk out from my backyard into a marvellous network of trails. We’ve had a bumper crop of buffalo berries this year thanks to a mild winter and lots of rain this spring and summer. Lots of berries means lots of bears and today we came across our first grizzly. Grizzlies have been making a name for themselves locally over the last month, chasing cyclists in the nordic trails and generally being pretty ornery. Fair game. They need this time to eat as much as possible to prepare for the winter so I don’t judge their temper. Indy saw the bear first, hackles up, growling. The bear saw us, Indy barked, and it ran. Away from us (thankfully). The heart beat definitely quickened but I stayed cool, brought out my bear spray and walked away and back home as fast as I could. This is one neighbour you don’t want to get on the wrong side of!