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I did, indeed.YellowSnow said:
You forgot row boat, Creep. Nothing builds character and integrity in young people like row boat.creepycoug said:
I've lived this. For real.1to392831weretaken said:
We try to limit it to two hours per day (one each, but they're both always watching/playing, so it's basically two). By "try," I mean we tell the kids they each get an hour, then we get busy doing things, six hours go by, kids are still drooling and watching Netflix or playing Castle Crashers, and I'm like, "Eh... tomorrow they'll go outside."YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
Rinse, repeat.
My friends come over, say their kids are on a strict half hour per day regimen, and it's all I can do to stop myself from rolling my eyes and making the jerkoff motion: Either your life as a functioning adult, with your own desires and concerns and ambitions, is OVER or your kids are going to be plopped in front of some screens. There's no having it both ways.
What I've learned about parenting after a half-century on this planet is this: be a decent human being, treat your wife well and go to work every day. Your kids will watch you do these things and that will prove to be 1,000,000X more important than screen time, club sports, private school, playing classical music in the house, Cello lessons, learning French and all the shit you're going to lecture to them (which will go in one ear and out the other 99.9% of the tim, so save it).
And find better friends. I cut out people like that early on. Took my wife (the one with the beautimus cans) longer to cut bait with some people, which is weird when I look back on it because she's always had better instincts for social stuff than I.
My kids are good people and self-sufficient relative to their age. We've had great proud moments and we've had some hum dingers in the house. They make me happy and they are often the most giant pain in my ass. Raising children is not for the weak.
The lesson I'm learning now, which is probably the most important one, is this: you have to become your own person again after they're grown and wean yourself from riding their life's roller coaster with them. As one very wise person put it to me - you have to eventually get to the point at which you don't feel pain every time one of your kids gets pinched. At some point, you gotta let go enough to enjoy your life. I'm still working on this part, but I'm getting there. Not sure the wife will ever make it.
In all seriousness, if I'd had it to do over again, I'd have skipped all other sports and activities and put all three of them in a boat as young as Pocock or Mt. Baker would take them. And mostly because of the benefits you've extoled about the sport, which are too numerous to mention here.
But also, for me at least, the parents and the coaches in crew are 100% better people than parents you run into in other competitive sports. And I mean that. The environment couldn't be more different. Rowing attracts smart and competitive people who also tend to be calmer and have better emotional IQ. I can't remember which group I found more distasteful: the over-the-top Eastside Crossfire crowd, or the inner city basketball crowd. I've lived with boffe. The inner city hoops crowd is every bad stereotype you're thinking about. Friday Night Lights Dallas Carter imagery, only for hoops. I don't judge it; but it's not my cup of tea.
The Eastsiders are probably worse. I experienced guys who were senior Microsoft and Amazon people who thought their $$ and status would somehow magically give their daughter quick twitch muscle fiber that wasn't there. You'd have these kids who had personal 1on1 instruction from former pro and national team players, and as a result at age 10 their foot skills and game awareness made them A team material. But, as Uncle Creepy alluded to in another post, Darwin begins his process as they hit their teen years. 5'8" is generally better than 5'1", all else being equal. Fast is better than slow, always. Etc. etc. It was both miserable to be around, and wonderful to watch, some of these cocksuckers realize that who they are at Microsoft means shit for their kids on the field. When their athletically limited kids dropped to the B, C & D teams over time, and they did, these fuckers would lose their fucking minds. What a shit show. -
I would chin this but I have a policy about chinning any post by @BearsWiin . The policy is, I don't.BearsWiin said:
Row boat doesn't build character, it reveals itYellowSnow said:
You forgot row boat, Creep. Nothing builds character and integrity in young people like row boat.creepycoug said:
I've lived this. For real.1to392831weretaken said:
We try to limit it to two hours per day (one each, but they're both always watching/playing, so it's basically two). By "try," I mean we tell the kids they each get an hour, then we get busy doing things, six hours go by, kids are still drooling and watching Netflix or playing Castle Crashers, and I'm like, "Eh... tomorrow they'll go outside."YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
Rinse, repeat.
My friends come over, say their kids are on a strict half hour per day regimen, and it's all I can do to stop myself from rolling my eyes and making the jerkoff motion: Either your life as a functioning adult, with your own desires and concerns and ambitions, is OVER or your kids are going to be plopped in front of some screens. There's no having it both ways.
What I've learned about parenting after a half-century on this planet is this: be a decent human being, treat your wife well and go to work every day. Your kids will watch you do these things and that will prove to be 1,000,000X more important than screen time, club sports, private school, playing classical music in the house, Cello lessons, learning French and all the shit you're going to lecture to them (which will go in one ear and out the other 99.9% of the tim, so save it).
And find better friends. I cut out people like that early on. Took my wife (the one with the beautimus cans) longer to cut bait with some people, which is weird when I look back on it because she's always had better instincts for social stuff than I.
My kids are good people and self-sufficient relative to their age. We've had great proud moments and we've had some hum dingers in the house. They make me happy and they are often the most giant pain in my ass. Raising children is not for the weak.
The lesson I'm learning now, which is probably the most important one, is this: you have to become your own person again after they're grown and wean yourself from riding their life's roller coaster with them. As one very wise person put it to me - you have to eventually get to the point at which you don't feel pain every time one of your kids gets pinched. At some point, you gotta let go enough to enjoy your life. I'm still working on this part, but I'm getting there. Not sure the wife will ever make it. -
Baseball dads are awful. I hear Hockey dads are even worse. Soccer parents of all genders are generally too stupid for their own good, and LaCrosse parents? I don't know many. By design. But the few I do know are completely fucking insufferable and can't admit they took up LaCrosse because it's the the only sport white enough for Jimmy to get playing time on the field in.
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Sleep training is essential. All the crunch, granola mom's hate Baby Wise but it kept us from getting divorced.TurdBomber said:
I owe this dude my life.
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Sleep training is the most important thing for the next 24 months of your life, read, study, implement
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Accurate assessment of lacrosse parents. Some of them can be fun to party with but as sports parents, my god.TurdBomber said:Baseball dads are awful. I hear Hockey dads are even worse. Soccer parents of all genders are generally too stupid for their own good, and LaCrosse parents? I don't know many. By design. But the few I do know are completely fucking insufferable and can't admit they took up LaCrosse because it's the the only sport white enough for Jimmy to get playing time on the field in.
My kid’s HS has won 2 of the past 3 boys state titles and the 2018 girl title in lacrosse in VA for their classification. It’s so important to so many white people. Some of the girls have gotten decent scholarships out of it.
My kid had no interest. Phew.
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It's takes a certain amount of god given, rare human physical traits to get a D1 athletic scholarship. My wife had it for hoops in spades. Most kids trying to go that route for hoops or soccer, will never have "it" no matter how much their parents spend on club sports and fancy private coaching. I wish we could go back to the era of kids just being on the HS teams and calling it good.creepycoug said:
I did, indeed.YellowSnow said:
You forgot row boat, Creep. Nothing builds character and integrity in young people like row boat.creepycoug said:
I've lived this. For real.1to392831weretaken said:
We try to limit it to two hours per day (one each, but they're both always watching/playing, so it's basically two). By "try," I mean we tell the kids they each get an hour, then we get busy doing things, six hours go by, kids are still drooling and watching Netflix or playing Castle Crashers, and I'm like, "Eh... tomorrow they'll go outside."YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
Rinse, repeat.
My friends come over, say their kids are on a strict half hour per day regimen, and it's all I can do to stop myself from rolling my eyes and making the jerkoff motion: Either your life as a functioning adult, with your own desires and concerns and ambitions, is OVER or your kids are going to be plopped in front of some screens. There's no having it both ways.
What I've learned about parenting after a half-century on this planet is this: be a decent human being, treat your wife well and go to work every day. Your kids will watch you do these things and that will prove to be 1,000,000X more important than screen time, club sports, private school, playing classical music in the house, Cello lessons, learning French and all the shit you're going to lecture to them (which will go in one ear and out the other 99.9% of the tim, so save it).
And find better friends. I cut out people like that early on. Took my wife (the one with the beautimus cans) longer to cut bait with some people, which is weird when I look back on it because she's always had better instincts for social stuff than I.
My kids are good people and self-sufficient relative to their age. We've had great proud moments and we've had some hum dingers in the house. They make me happy and they are often the most giant pain in my ass. Raising children is not for the weak.
The lesson I'm learning now, which is probably the most important one, is this: you have to become your own person again after they're grown and wean yourself from riding their life's roller coaster with them. As one very wise person put it to me - you have to eventually get to the point at which you don't feel pain every time one of your kids gets pinched. At some point, you gotta let go enough to enjoy your life. I'm still working on this part, but I'm getting there. Not sure the wife will ever make it.
In all seriousness, if I'd had it to do over again, I'd have skipped all other sports and activities and put all three of them in a boat as young as Pocock or Mt. Baker would take them. And mostly because of the benefits you've extoled about the sport, which are too numerous to mention here.
But also, for me at least, the parents and the coaches in crew are 100% better people than parents you run into in other competitive sports. And I mean that. The environment couldn't be more different. Rowing attracts smart and competitive people who also tend to be calmer and have better emotional IQ. I can't remember which group I found more distasteful: the over-the-top Eastside Crossfire crowd, or the inner city basketball crowd. I've lived with boffe. The inner city hoops crowd is every bad stereotype you're thinking about. Friday Night Lights Dallas Carter imagery, only for hoops. I don't judge it; but it's not my cup of tea.
The Eastsiders are probably worse. I experienced guys who were senior Microsoft and Amazon people who thought their $$ and status would somehow magically give their daughter quick twitch muscle fiber that wasn't there. You'd have these kids who had personal 1on1 instruction from former pro and national team players, and as a result at age 10 their foot skills and game awareness made them A team material. But, as Uncle Creepy alluded to in another post, Darwin begins his process as they hit their teen years. 5'8" is generally better than 5'1", all else being equal. Fast is better than slow, always. Etc. etc. It was both miserable to be around, and wonderful to watch, some of these cocksuckers realize that who they are at Microsoft means shit for their kids on the field. When their athletically limited kids dropped to the B, C & D teams over time, and they did, these fuckers would lose their fucking minds. What a shit show. -
And playing multiple HS sports instead of specializing. The soccer shit is nuts now where the best players on clubs are banned from their HS teams or else get kicked off their club. They all become year round now. I’m as guilty as the rest cause my kid went with tennis and has no other real interest for competing. So that’s close to year round now.YellowSnow said:
It's takes a certain amount of god given, rare human physical traits to get a D1 athletic scholarship. My wife had it for hoops in spades. Most kids trying to go that route for hoops or soccer, will never have "it" no matter how much their parents spend on club sports and fancy private coaching. I wish we could go back to the era of kids just being on the HS teams and calling it good.creepycoug said:
I did, indeed.YellowSnow said:
You forgot row boat, Creep. Nothing builds character and integrity in young people like row boat.creepycoug said:
I've lived this. For real.1to392831weretaken said:
We try to limit it to two hours per day (one each, but they're both always watching/playing, so it's basically two). By "try," I mean we tell the kids they each get an hour, then we get busy doing things, six hours go by, kids are still drooling and watching Netflix or playing Castle Crashers, and I'm like, "Eh... tomorrow they'll go outside."YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
Rinse, repeat.
My friends come over, say their kids are on a strict half hour per day regimen, and it's all I can do to stop myself from rolling my eyes and making the jerkoff motion: Either your life as a functioning adult, with your own desires and concerns and ambitions, is OVER or your kids are going to be plopped in front of some screens. There's no having it both ways.
What I've learned about parenting after a half-century on this planet is this: be a decent human being, treat your wife well and go to work every day. Your kids will watch you do these things and that will prove to be 1,000,000X more important than screen time, club sports, private school, playing classical music in the house, Cello lessons, learning French and all the shit you're going to lecture to them (which will go in one ear and out the other 99.9% of the tim, so save it).
And find better friends. I cut out people like that early on. Took my wife (the one with the beautimus cans) longer to cut bait with some people, which is weird when I look back on it because she's always had better instincts for social stuff than I.
My kids are good people and self-sufficient relative to their age. We've had great proud moments and we've had some hum dingers in the house. They make me happy and they are often the most giant pain in my ass. Raising children is not for the weak.
The lesson I'm learning now, which is probably the most important one, is this: you have to become your own person again after they're grown and wean yourself from riding their life's roller coaster with them. As one very wise person put it to me - you have to eventually get to the point at which you don't feel pain every time one of your kids gets pinched. At some point, you gotta let go enough to enjoy your life. I'm still working on this part, but I'm getting there. Not sure the wife will ever make it.
In all seriousness, if I'd had it to do over again, I'd have skipped all other sports and activities and put all three of them in a boat as young as Pocock or Mt. Baker would take them. And mostly because of the benefits you've extoled about the sport, which are too numerous to mention here.
But also, for me at least, the parents and the coaches in crew are 100% better people than parents you run into in other competitive sports. And I mean that. The environment couldn't be more different. Rowing attracts smart and competitive people who also tend to be calmer and have better emotional IQ. I can't remember which group I found more distasteful: the over-the-top Eastside Crossfire crowd, or the inner city basketball crowd. I've lived with boffe. The inner city hoops crowd is every bad stereotype you're thinking about. Friday Night Lights Dallas Carter imagery, only for hoops. I don't judge it; but it's not my cup of tea.
The Eastsiders are probably worse. I experienced guys who were senior Microsoft and Amazon people who thought their $$ and status would somehow magically give their daughter quick twitch muscle fiber that wasn't there. You'd have these kids who had personal 1on1 instruction from former pro and national team players, and as a result at age 10 their foot skills and game awareness made them A team material. But, as Uncle Creepy alluded to in another post, Darwin begins his process as they hit their teen years. 5'8" is generally better than 5'1", all else being equal. Fast is better than slow, always. Etc. etc. It was both miserable to be around, and wonderful to watch, some of these cocksuckers realize that who they are at Microsoft means shit for their kids on the field. When their athletically limited kids dropped to the B, C & D teams over time, and they did, these fuckers would lose their fucking minds. What a shit show.
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Sleep training short cut (serious):
-sound machine...minimizes other noises from waking baby up and lulls them to sleep with a plethora of nature sounds. We prefer rain.
-sleep sack...these come in a variety of shapes and sizes, but anything that’s an all in one (fuck swaddling blankets) that wraps them up and keeps them warm and secure works. Once they get strong enough to roll around they make some that look like one of the base jumper flying squirrel suits. Works great.
-get the kid OUT of your bed ASAP. This is a bit more personal preference and I’ve gotten in trouble for criticizing this, but I have friends that still co-sleep with their 2-3 year old children. AKA, no nights of sleep alone in your bed without getting constantly kicked and elbowed and worrying you’ll roll over and crush the little fucker. -
This. Sound machine and sleep sacks are a must. Letting them sleep in the bed should be avoided at all costs.ThomasFremont said:Sleep training short cut (serious):
-sound machine...minimizes other noises from waking baby up and lulls them to sleep with a plethora of nature sounds. We prefer rain.
-sleep sack...these come in a variety of shapes and sizes, but anything that’s an all in one (fuck swaddling blankets) that wraps them up and keeps them warm and secure works. Once they get strong enough to roll around they make some that look like one of the base jumper flying squirrel suits. Works great.
-get the kid OUT of your bed ASAP. This is a bit more personal preference and I’ve gotten in trouble for criticizing this, but I have friends that still co-sleep with their 2-3 year old children. AKA, no nights of sleep alone in your bed without getting constantly kicked and elbowed and worrying you’ll roll over and crush the little fucker.
What say you @FireCohen ? You got any advice to chime in with?
