Thoughts on Garage Sales

We are planning a garage sale for Friday and Saturday. If you’re into that sort of thing, come on over and clean us out. This should be a decent sale. Along with us, Jenny’s parents and sister and some of our friends are selling furniture, light fixtures, clothes, baby stuff, and other assorted things.

Some people love garage sales. Others hate them. I have mixed emotions:

LIKE:

  • Reduce/reuse/recycle. Instead of tossing an unwanted item into a landfill, you can let someone else use it for another few months or even years. Stuff stays out of the landfill for a while longer, and the buyer doesn’t need to buy a new item (yet). Very green. You might as well plant a tree outside your garage and give it a hug. Maybe we could sell some this weekend.
  • As a seller, instead of throwing something away for free, you can obviously get money instead. You won’t get rich, but small money > no money.
  • As a buyer, you can get stuff you need or want for MUCH cheaper. Garage sales are great for kids’ stuff such as toys and clothes that have a high turnover rate.
  • They are a great motivator for you and your people to declutter their homes. Just tell your people you’re hosting a garage sale, and they’ll get busy digging up stuff. Some of them don’t even want the proceeds; they’re just happy to get rid of their stuff.

DISLIKE:

  • Garage salers, if that’s the correct term, often expect to negotiate. Some LOVE and DEMAND to negotiate, even if you’ve already tagged an item with an extremely low price. Jenny’s mom is a pro. That’s why I’m glad she’s coming over to help run the sale. She will make sure we don’t get hosed. I HATE negotiating and have volunteered to hide watch the boys instead.
  • For reasons I fail to understand, many cities require you to get a permit for the garage sale. Seriously?
  • As a buyer, you never know what you’re going to find. Advertised items might be gone by the time you arrive. The sale might offer nothing but thirty-year-old yellow vases and dusty eight-tracks. When I buy something, I research it nonstop for three years and then buy the EXACT thing I want, generally online. However, for the hardcore garage salers, the unknown-ness is part of the fun, transforming the trip from a mundane excursion into a treasure hunt. You never know when that beaten-up table you buy for $10 might be a 1780 Federalist end table worth tens of thousands.

Bottom line: come to our house Friday or Saturday with a wad of cash and a trailer. We might have a treasure that you never knew you needed!

The Choice is Yours, Brenden

One of the tenets of Love and Logic is choice. Instead of giving your child orders all the time and waging a continual war of wills, you can give your child a choice between two acceptable options. Giving him choices does several things:

  1. It gives him a sense of ownership of the issue and teaches him to think and solve problems.
  2. It gives him some control over his life, even if it’s just a minor issue.
  3. It helps him accept the consequences of his choice and learn about cause and effect.

For example, let’s say it’s cold outside. The issue is whether your son is going to bring his coat when the family goes out. Many parents would simply order him to take and wear the coat. The Love and Logic approach would be to explain the cold weather and then give him the choice to take the coat or not. If he chooses not to take your advice and winds up cold, he has learned a valuable lesson.

Without knowing it, my mom used this technique with my sister once. (I might have a few of the details wrong, so I hope my sis and mom will post any necessary corrections) We could have one “sweet” per day, such as a candy bar or piece of cake. My sister shared her brother’s sweet tooth, which made this rule necessary. One day she decided she wanted a full bowl of sugar as her sweet. My mom told her that wasn’t a very good idea but gave her the choice anyway. Lisa dove in. At first it was great! Then it was pretty good. Then she started to get a little queasy. Finally she decided she couldn’t finish the bowl. What did she learn? That she can have too much of a good thing. Because Lisa both participated in the decision and got to experience the consequences, the lesson was much more effective than simply telling her no.

We look for lots of opportunities to give Brenden choices. “Do you want milk or juice?” “Would you rather brush your teeth first or put on your pajamas first?” “Do you want to wear the blue shirt or the red shirt?” We are happy with either option, but giving him so many minor choices helps him and also improves our relationship. When he has so much say in his life, even at 21 months old, it isn’t as much of a problem when we need to make some decisions for him on more important issues.

Brenden inherited some of his father’s stubbornness. Those of you who know me, especially my parents, know that I can be quite stubborn when I want to be. In some cases, I’m being stubborn to stand up for what I believe is right, just like everyone should. In other cases, especially in my younger days, I’m just being stubborn to maintain some degree of control over my life. Brenden seems to really enjoy getting to make choices about his day. I’ll bet that’s partly because it gives him back some control. One slide in Wednesday’s presentation summed up the paradox well:

  • Parents who share control get to keep it.
  • Parents who fight to keep control always lose it.

Ever know kids who came from a really strict family full of rules and orders? What happened when they left home? There’s a good chance they went nuts and got into lots of trouble enjoying the new freedom. Our valedictorian was like that. Although brilliant, he came from strict, hard-driving parents who micromanaged his life. Once he got to college, he partied most of his freshman year, lost his scholarships, and nearly flunked out before getting his act together.

Although I couldn’t see it at the time, my parents gave me more freedom to make my own choices. As a result, I didn’t feel the need to go crazy once I left for college. I’m not nearly as smart as our valedictorian, but I worked hard, got to keep my scholarships, and had a more successful college career. Our parents’ differing approaches played an important role in our success as adults.

Jenny and I are enjoying this series and look forward to seeing how it works in practice. So far, so good!

Snip Snip, aka Shootin’ Blanks

UPDATE: The surgery went well. As promised, it took 5-10 minutes and caused only minor discomfort. I went to work as planned without taking anything stronger than ibuprofen for pain. In the interest of taste, I’ll spare you the other details, but I’ll tell you all you want to know if you’re really interested. Thank for for your interest in my reproductive health. =)

PS…United HealthCare denied my request for a consolation iPad, so I picked up a vanilla milkshake instead. It was quite tasty.

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With January’s addition of Jonathan to our family, we now have a 1:1 ratio of parents to children. We like that ratio. It divides perfectly. It’s population-neutral in that each parent produces a single offspring. We can play Spades or doubles tennis together. Once the boys get older, we’ll be able to ride most roller coasters without making someone ride solo or (EEEEK!) with a stranger. We can all barely fit in the Turbo Mini that Jenny wants to get someday.

You know where I’m going with this: it’s time to shut down the Box baby production line. I know some of you are disappointed. After all, our boys are awfully cute. But we’re very happy with two.

The most important part of the line (Jenny) actually ceased operations in January during her c-section for Jonathan. Since strange things happen sometimes, I’m going to get fixed as well. If we ever get pregnant again, it will truly be a miracle! (yes, it has happened before – that’s how a friend of ours got here, but that’s another story) As a side note, ever wonder why they call it “getting fixed”, as if fertile = broken?

Today is the day, this afternoon to be specific. My urologist is Richard Beven-Thomas in Arlington. Why him? He offers a special type of vasectomy that uses no needles and no scalpel. Given the sensitivity of the target area, I liked the sound of this technique. A lot. He’s very smart and experienced. He also considers “balls” a legitimate medical term. Did I mention he doesn’t use a needle or a scalpel?

No-Needle, No-Scalpel Vasectomy

YouTube posts several videos of the procedure in case you’re really curious, but I doubt you are. =)

My mom told me that another country had trouble getting its men to get vasectomies at one time. Then they started passing out free radios with each procedure, and demand skyrocketed. Suddenly the guys walking around with radios were the most popular guys in town! Hmm… I propose that on the way out the door, each man who gets a vasectomy should get a free iPad. Are you listening, United HealthCare? For a deal like that, I’ll take two.

The doctor says the procedure and recovery should be fairly easy. I can drive myself home and need only Advil for pain. Famous last words? We’ll see. I’m scheduled to work Monday night thanks to a possibly foolish shift trade. If I have to call in sick, I hope to get a male superintendent instead of our lone female one. I don’t want to explain to Emily that I can’t work tonight because my crotch hurts.

Daddy Day

I promised Jenny that on one day each month, I would watch the boys all day so she could sleep, relax, shop, play, or do anything else she wanted to do. It’s kinda like the old Southwest program called “Walk-A-Mile” in which pilots would throw bags on the ramp and accountants would sit with dispatchers to learn more about what other jobs entail. Friday is the first day.

I’ve watched both boys for a few hours at a time, and it wasn’t easy. I’ve never had them all day before. I told Brenden we were having Guy Day. I haven’t decided what to do exactly. The forecast calls for rain in the morning, so we’ll definitely play at home some. If the rain stops by lunchtime, we might go to Mickey D’s for lunch before naptime. Jenny plans to sleep in, do some shopping, get a mani/pedi/facial, enjoy some coffee or tea alone at Buon Giorno, and whatever else she desires. Although I know she works hard every day, I’m sure Friday will be an eye-opening experience!

Love and Logic

Although Jenny and I spend a lot of time with our boys, we aren’t always sure about the best way to parent them. We want to teach them right from wrong, how to obey, how to share, and how to treat people with love. We want to set fair boundaries and clear, effective consequences for crossing those boundaries. We want to teach them how to think for themselves and make their own decisions. However, as you parents already know, taking a baby home from the hospital doesn’t magically give you all of this knowledge and skill.

We’ve signed up for an eight-week course at IBC called Love and Logic. It meets on Wednesday nights starting April 21. Their basic philosophy is simple: love your kids well and teach them how to make good choices. It’s one of many parenting approaches, and it might or might not work for us, but we’ll give it a try. We’re excited to learn their approach and see it in action with the boys.

Parents, where did you look for parenting guidance? What did you like and dislike about what you found?

Happy Birthday, Jenny!

Today is my lovely bride’s birthday! Jenny is such an awesome wife and mother, but I’m not the greatest at telling her so. As the Queen Bee of our house, she works so hard taking care of her boys and the castle. Even though she spends much of her time pouring herself out for at least one of us, she keeps a smile on her face and rarely complains. Patiently she puts up with my bizarre work and sleep schedule while juggling two little boys who can be very demanding at times. She runs errands, wipes noses and tears, endures a cranky husband, cooks, cleans, and seldom gets much of a break. On top of all this, she’s planning to go back to school this fall in hopes of becoming a nurse in a few years (more on that in a later post). We all love her very much, as do those of you who know her, and we’re so blessed to bask in her bright light. If you happen to see or talk to her, please wish her a happy birthday.