your child come home from school with the lice letter? Don’t worry. We’ll get
you through this! In fact, eliminating a lice infestation is a lot less
dramatic than you probably think. Why? Because all you need to do to rid your
child’s head of lice and nits (lice eggs) is to physically remove them with the
wet combing method.
you visit the lice removal aisle at the store, you’ll see many products that
claim to kill lice. And they do! But they don’t kill nits, and that’s why they
don’t work. Nits are lice eggs and as long as they remain on the head, they
will continue to hatch and produce more lice. That’s why physically removing
the nits from the head with the wet combing method is the only way to eliminate
a lice infestation!
what you need to say goodbye to lice and nits once-and-for-all:
All too often, parenting blog posts start with some type of statement; from the author, on how they’re failing as a parent, or how they are failing their kids, or how they’re just not cut out for this parenting thing. Look no further than my catalog of post over the past 7 years.
To say I’ve grown tired of that mentality, and constant trip to the old well of self-deprecation for cheap laughs, would be putting it lightly.
I’m a damn good father, and not just by the lame/tired societal standard that all you have to do to be a good dad, is not abandon your kids. I kill it at being a dad. And one of the ways I do that, is by showing my kids that I’m flawed, just like them. I make poor decisions all the time…again, look no further than my catalog of writing.
Most of those who fish as a hobby know just how relaxing it can be. Sitting there on the golden banks of a beautiful riverbed, watching the sun and clouds trail across the sky, getting to breathe pure fresh air and sitting in silence can be as freeing a feeling as you might ever feel. In fact, fishing is such a great hobby that you needn’t actually catch anything for a day spent practicing it to still feel worthwhile and healthy. Perhaps catching and throwing back your haul is something that you’re happy to do, or a lucky catch can lead to a great mealtime for your family, if properly preserved.
But if you feel as though your fishing interest is getting a little repetitive, you needn’t consign yourself to this routine. It’s possible to explore new routes of fishing, or to add little additions that make all the difference in the long term.This can be achieved in a range of formats, so let us explore what those might be:
Being a Dad in the modern world is one of the most rewarding things I’ve done. And since becoming a single parent, it’s become even more important to make the most of the time I spend with my kids. This means, I have had to seriously step up my planning game, as well as my level of being engaged. I dare say, getting divorced has actually helped me become a better father.
Bonding with your children is one of the most important things you can do, and it is so rewarding when it comes to developing the bond through shared interests, and fun activities. This is why parents need to make sure they do as much as they can to come up with great bonding ideas for spending time with their kids.
Look, I get it; hanging out with your kids isn’t always tops on your list of, “Fun Ideas for the Weekend.” And, I get there are days you just don’t have it to deal with them, but when I say, “Do as much as possible;” I’m honestly saying to just take a few minutes to cater your time together more towards them. It will make hanging out with your kids; at the very least…bearable.
Here are three ideas I have used to improve my bonding time with my kids, and make sure the times I’m with them are a bit less whining about being bored, and a little more enjoyable.
“Love Many; trust few, and always paddle your own canoe.” ~ Unknown
The last year and a half has been; in a word, difficult. I’ve spent more time feeling down than feeling up. I’ve found myself in countless situations that I would have never imagined, on my worst day, that I put myself in.
I’ve invested in the wrong people, and invested little to none in myself. I’ve allowed people to take advantage of me; abuse me (literally and figuratively), and as a result of that, I’ve never felt more alone than I have over the past 18 months.
But that’s on me too. I feel alone, because I have been alone…by my own design. I pushed away those who I knew I could count on for support. Or quietly suffered; never telling them the truth about what was happening, because I didn’t want to admit I was allowing the wrong people in my life. I didn’t want to feel like I failed again.
But most of all, I didn’t want to hear, “What would your children think?”, as I had already many times before. It turns out, that’s exactly what I needed to hear.
If you’re one of those people who doesn’t seem to have the best memory in the world; through no fault of your own, it can be difficult to remember birthdays, anniversaries and other significant events that require some form of gift giving. While you like to blame your foible on genetics, those people expecting a gift will blame it on your laziness, selfishness or lack of consideration. Before you do anything, you need to get on the phone with a reliable friend and family member and get them to reel off all of the birthdays you need to be remembering. Whack these in the calendar of your smartphone and set reminders with an adequate timescale in which to purchase a present.
This is half the battle. The fact that you are remembering these significant events is a good thing. Now you need to accompany your newfound consideration for others’ birthdays, christenings and bar mitzvahs with the ultimate gift. Don’t ever go generic – it looks lazy, and no one cares for a box of chocolates or flowers too much these days unless these are for your loved one on Valentine’s Day. That’s another date to put in the calendar!
“Champions are willing to do anything necessary to be a champion. You’re a champion; do what it’s going to take to make you better.”
I’ve been called a lot of things in my life…I mean, A LOT…but I can’t recall a time I’ve ever been called a champion. Ok, maybe once or twice, but it was definitely laced in heavy sarcasm. You know, like when you screw up and some jerk calls out in a mocking tone, “Way to go champ,” followed by snickers and laughter. But that changed this week.
If you’ve been following me on Instagram or Facebook lately(and if not, fix that now!), you’ve probably seen I’m going through a bit of a rough patch again. Then again; when aren’t I going through a rough patch?
We’ve become quite the pair over the years; you and I. It almost feels like I’ve spent more time with you than anyone else in my life. I’ve visited you again and again. Even when I didn’t want to, I did it; kicking and screaming a lot of that time.
I have to be honest – I don’t like you. No…that’s probably a bit too harsh, but I’m sure that’s the vibe I give off. I feel, saying I don’t enjoy our visits, is probably more appropriate. Because why should I?