daddy punched me

after starting his antibiotics, jack started feeling better pretty quickly…so, at one of the wyoming hotel stops jack wanted to ‘wrestle with daddy’…after about 15 minutes of rough-housing, pillow wars and laughs we stopped to take a break…i looked over at jack and he was grabbing ‘hold of his abdomen…

at that point he said (in a half-sad voice)…

mommy, daddy punched me.

🙂

[i had landed on him at one point, but hadn’t punched him…come on, you’re ridiculous?! one of the things we’re starting to see is “some exaggerating” and “storytelling”–it’s usually hilarious, except when they say things like this in public]

the trouble with fun

here’s an email i had waiting for me one morning…

[the names have been changed to protect the innocent]

hello mr. dettmann,

my son, jeremy, is in your afternoon criminal justice class. he is really enjoying it. i’m sending this email because i’m concerned about why he is enjoying it and i’m not getting a very clear picture from my son.  the reason for my concern is i have heard from more than 1 person (a parent and then a student, the 2 are not related) “all the students do is watch movies in criminal justice”.  i know there is another class in the morning, so this could be a reflection on that class not yours. with that being said, could you please provide me with your syllabus and/or an overview of your class? i have asked jeremy about it, he says movies are used but not all the time. i’m not satisfied with what I’m hearing. i’m trying to gain some understanding of what the reality is in this class. the registration booklet doesn’t mention the use of movies as a teaching tool. while i can appreciate movies being helpful and enjoyable, i don’t think they paint a very real picture for the students.

thank you for taking the time to respond.

mrs. smith

what i really wanted to write back and say was…

dear mrs. smith,

not only do we watch movies…but, we also play games, tell stories and go on scavenger hunts during class time!

oh and why don’t you…kiss my ass, bitch?!

sincerely,

mr. dettmann 

🙂

but, i didn’t write back in anger and say those things…i wrote back and asked her to take a look at her son’s notebook…because every week we take “several days worth of notes”, take quizzes, complete a variety of assignments, read articles and book excerpts, hear from guest speakers (in the field of criminal justice), have discussions and debates, and think critically about the world at large…oh and we also watch movies, play games and go on scavenger hunts, too…i listed every single thing we did for the weeks leading up to and following her email…no hiding, no hesitation–and no apologies…straight up, man…

at the end of the email, i also reminded her that my class was an elective…and with that, i explained that the students can learn something and have fun doing itat the same time (go figure?!)…and, more importantly, i told her that her son was in my class because he chose to take it…and if he wasn’t happy with the class, he could opt out of it next semester…

she went quiet after that…

and her son came back to my class the following semester…

who knew “fun” could be such a problem?!

(go out–again) where the wild things are…

Level 3 - Camp Eggs!

Level 3 – Camp Eggs at Lebanon Hills Campground

 

we did it!

this past summer…

we went out, where the wild things are (again)…we went out, to an actual campsite (for the first time)…

this experience is what we now refer to as our level 3 camping adventure…or, how we survived camping with the kids…🙂

[levels 1 & 2 were: camping in the backyard (1) and on the lot near an uncle’s cabin (2)…]

think doing everything you do with/for your kids every day, but without the comforts of home (sounds fun, right?)…then, you’ll be close to what we experienced…sure, we only stayed one night…and the campsite we went to was just 20 minutes from our house and just 5 minutes from where our relatives live and tucked neatly into an outer-rim suburb of the twin cities…but, it was roughin’ it, man…

[note: we stayed at a campsite in eagan, mn…at the lebanon hills campground; one of the best outdoor spaces in the twin cities area–no doubt!]

and, it didn’t matter that our kids nearly got trampled by wild things (their older cousins) or lost in the woods (yes, there’s woods in this suburb) or crisp-ed by the campfire…

they loved it!

99.9% of the time they carried the day…meaning that, since they had never done any of this kind of thing before…everything we did was the most exciting thing in the world…which made the experience an “all-around good time” for the family…honestly, it was a lot of work (for the parents) though–even if you’ve got some experience with camping (which we do)…i mean, i felt like taz-daddy…spinning around the campsite like a whirling dervish…my wife was spinning her own circles, too…ocassionally, we would bounce off each other and onto the next task…but, there’s not too much 2 year-olds can do to set up and help out at a campsite…

regardless, their wide-eyed perspectives made it something special…

even when there was a chance for it all to come crashing down, like at breakfast in the morning…the kids recovered in style…

here’s what happened…

my wife and i were getting the kids up, changed, dressed, hydrated, etc (while preparing breakfast)…and, we had thought it all out–the meal plan was ready for the morning…we had picked/packed some of their favorite foods for the trip…eggs, fruit, yogurt, milk, cheerios, and pouches–of course…good to go…

until we served them their eggs…which were a little ‘well done’ due to the camp stove having only one cook setting…hell-hot …right after setting their plates in front of them, the kids were like, ‘i don’t want these eggs’ and ‘these ones have something on them’ – mind you, these kids love eggs–which is why we packed them…and now this?!  i had a few choice responses to their whining that flashed through my head, but i didn’t say them ‘out loud’…instead, my wife and i looked at each other in exasperation thinking, ‘what now?!’ and ‘this is all we’ve got’…

so, after a brief pause, i went over to jack’s plate, plucked a piece of scrambled egg off his plate and swallowed it down…he looked up at me in amazement and disbelief, like he was checking to see if i would survive…i looked backed and said, ‘yummy, camp eggs!’…immediately, he got to work on his eggs and after a few bites he shouted, ‘camp eggs, yay!’ (and grace did the same)…

the night before ‘the camp eggs breakfast’ (which we still laugh about to this day), my wife and i got a few minutes by the campfire before turning in…we had put the kids down in the tent–grace had fallen asleep instantly (like she always does–a nuclear bomb couldn’t wake her), while jack was still awake (he usually takes a little time settling down, even at home, and this was a new experience)…while we sat by the fire, talking quietly and sipping on adult beverages, jack would pipe up (every so often), ‘daddy, are you there?’ and i would answer, ‘i’m here, jack’ (until he eventually fell asleep)…

and i’m glad i was…