Kids Turning 5

26 Jan

Today my oldest son (Max) turned 5.  It seems like he has been 5 for a while…but that may be due to the fact that he’s been reminding us of his birthday since Halloween.  He was keenly aware that Thanksgiving came after Halloween, then Christmas, then New Year’s, then his birthday.  He even asked if we could celebrate his birthday at his cousin’s birthday in December since it was almost his birthday too.  On January 1 he announced it was his birthday month and asked if we could have fireworks every day.  I explained it was my birthday year which apparently wasn’t very funny judging by the look on his face.  While understanding of the fact that we couldn’t celebrate EVERY day in January, he was slightly saddened and requested we use the Christmas advent calendar to countdown the days till his birthday.  That seemed okay…and here we are: January 26.

He has been very patient.  As patient as an “almost 5-year old” can be.  So we have been celebrating for 5 days and it has been hysterically awesome and exhausting.

DAY 1 (Friday) We got the ball rolling with his grandparents driving into town and partying at our house.  The boys are always so excited to see them and love showing them all the books they want them to read.  My wife Kate and I are always excited to have another set of adults to help with them and then after they go to bed the bourbon and wine flows freely!  Uncle Mark is a fan of not having to babysit.  Having outgrown his old Wichita State Shocker Basketball jersey I surprised him with a new jersey, hat, and sweatshirt which I think he slept in that night.  Kate and I revealed that tomorrow he’d be going to the game and sitting with Dada and both his grandpas.  This was greeted with insane dancing and excitement that roughly translates to “Hell yes!!!”

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DAY 2 (Saturday) The guys took Max out for lunch, ice cream, and sodas before the game and then watched the Shocks thump Bradley.  Max always wears his “headphones” which are sound mufflers when we go somewhere loud.  He begs for them if there are fireworks.  A few minutes into the game he took them off and handed them to me.  “You can give those to Dodge, I’m 5 now and I don’t think I need them anymore.”  Well alright then.

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After the game Max got to go into the locker room and help lead the team in song and high-five all the players.  He even got to meet his idol Fred VanVleet who gave him a big birthday hug, snapped a few photos with him, and signed his jersey.  Awesomeness overload!

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Max even got to snap a few photos with Coach Gregg Marshall on the court!

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After the game we went to Max’s favorite restaurant, Stearman’s in Benton, KS.  Its attached to the small airport and he likes to watch the planes takeoff and land.  He also likes all the plane parts and model planes inside.  Grandpa liked all of this too.  I’m not sure who had more fun…maybe Grandpa.  Max was pretty exhausted by that point and started to fall asleep half way through the first book at bedtime.  Hang on buddy…Day 3 is gonna blow your mind.

DAY 3 (Sunday) Was the day he had been planning and asking for since last year.  Max wanted to go cosmic bowling at The Alley.  They put the bumpers up, dropped the lights, turned on the disco music, we filled them full of sugar, and insanity ensued.  Bowling turned into less of knocking down the pins, and more into who could roll the ball in the funniest way or hit the bumpers the most.

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The Alley also has video games and indoor go-carts.  We piled into the carts for a race with all Max’s birthday buddies and off we went!  Max was really upset that we were in 3rd place so Dada spun Isaac’s mom out and passed Kellen’s mom on the straight away before lapping Liam’s dad before the pits.  This made Max happy…and Dada too.

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He got exactly what he wanted for his birthday and slept like a hibernating bear that afternoon before partying with all grandparents, parents and Uncle Mark that night.  Pretty epic Sunday!

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DAY 4 (Monday) It was back to reality as Kate and I had to work and Max and Dodge went to school.  However, he was crowned the Birthday Boy at school by his classmates and surprised with cupcakes, songs, and birthday games.  Its good to be king!  He told me all about it at the dinner table that night where we played his new Star Wars board game.

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DAY 5 (Tuesday) The actual day.  Today.  Max is finally 5…and with everything we’ve done leading up to today we sheepishly let the day begin like any other as if nothing were going on.  Per tradition, I told Max the story of his birth the night before (which is a very different story than what we tell adults or doctors).  The short story is, it was the day Mommy and Daddy met Max in person for the first time and we became a family.  There are songs, there are cuddles, there are hugs, and I get teary every time…I’m just an old softy who blubbers anytime I think about how lucky I am to be “dad” to these boys.

Dammit!  Tearing up now!  Keep it together Ryan.

Tonight I will leave work early, Dodge will stay home with a sitter, and Kate and I will take Max to the movie theater.  He won’t know what we are going to see but he’ll figure it out pretty fast.  Max is going to see Star Wars: The Force Awakens.  I can only assume this will be greeted with the same happy dance he did on Friday.  He has watched all 6 previous movies and in my opinion proved he’s a real fan when he explained that Hoth was his favorite planet and therefore Empire Strikes Back was the best movie.  He also leaned over to me during Revenge of the Sith and said, “There’s a lot of these love scenes and not a lot of action.”  Agreed Mr. Max…agreed.  This is how Hayden Christensen’s acting career fizzled out…Jumper just sealed the deal.  Anyhow, Max is a superfan of Star Wars and honestly with as much marketing and merchandising as Disney has done I don’t know what kid isn’t?  Seriously…kudos Disney.  Almost EVERY gift Max got this year was Star Wars themed.  Even the birthday cards.  He even got a Darth Vader costume and lightsabers.

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…and that’s how you do 5 days of birthday celebration for a kid turning 5.  All that’s left to do is measure how tall he is (he’s a giant) and listen to him ask how many days till he turns 6.  Easy buddy…enjoy 5 first, 6 will be here before you know it.  Real school, more independence, more rules, and your brother hopefully emerging from the terrible three’s.  Oh please let Dodge emerge.  Max is proof they do.

Cheers!  Here’s to another year!

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What a Toddler is Thankful For

23 Nov

This week at school the teachers asked Dodge (my 2 year-old) what he was thankful for.  I didn’t make the list.  His words, verbatim, were…

“um… pigs… and my bed, my blanket, space shuttles and Mommy.”

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My Two-Year Old Has Surgery

7 Oct

Today my two-year old, Dodge, has surgery for an inguinal hernia.  I know it is a common surgery, but I hate the idea this little guy being under anesthesia and feeling pain.  He’s my little snuggler.  Please keep him in your thoughts today…he’s tough as nails and has sharp elbows!

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So Long Gluten: A Call For Recipes & Recommendations

24 Sep

After countless labs, blood tests, diet restrictions, and research over the past month I have learned a great deal about my biochemistry, my body’s ability to process nutrients, and my food sensitivities.  Today’s post is simply the tip of the iceberg as I can’t wait to share my entire experience, which will cover over a year’s worth of personal exploration and research in bettering my life through nutrition, exercise, and lifestyle adjustments.  In the meantime, I’d like to share one snippet of the journey and ask for your participation:

CxL-R2OAThis morning I found out that I need to become gluten-free (among other life changes).  I will get into the details as to why when I recap this whole experience…but for now I need your help, my wonderful constant readers, by submitting your recipes, snacks, and beverages that are gluten-free.  I am asking for your help to better myself.  I’m hungry, for food and knowledge.

Below is a simple form to fill out and submit your recipes, snacks I can bring to the office, drinks I can have at the bar, etc.  Know a place that has gluten-free options when I eat out in Wichita?  Tell me.  Know ways to avoid gluten when on the road?  Tell me.  National chains that have gluten-free options?  I’d love to know.  As you submit recipes, recommendations, and ideas please keep in mind that I need to avoid these following foods as well:

  • White Wheat Flour (obviously)
  • Whole Wheat
  • High Fructose Corn Syrup
  • Rice (all forms)
  • Hops & Yeast
  • Soybeans
  • Cantaloupe
  • White Potato (can have in small doses)

So…tell me your recipes, recommendations, and ideas.  I’ll try them out and then publish some of them here with your name credited.  Your help and participation in this is greatly appreciated…you are helping save my life.  So…thank you.

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Using Visualization To Overcome Anxiety

9 Sep

anxiety-cycleOver three years ago I suffered from a panic attack that I was sure would cripple me for life.  I couldn’t leave the bed for days, couldn’t eat, was sure I was losing my mind, and begged for an answer as to why this was happening to me.  Three years later, I am not the same person I was hiding under the covers scared of everything…including life itself.  I go to work at a high-pressure job where I’m good at what I do and enjoy the challenges it presents me.  I drive to work, I fly on planes, I try new things, and am adventurous and able to go with the flow.  I do all the things I used to do…I just do them with a heightened sense of self-awareness now.  Things were going pretty well until last week when out of the blue…I had a panic attack.  Worst one since three years ago.  Terrible…and it rattled me quite a bit…but I survived.

Much like three years ago I began asking myself what may have caused it.  The recent change in diet?  Are my magnesium levels off?  Did the pharmacist give me the wrong prescription?  Do I have a brain tumor?

Whoa!  Whoa!!!!  A brain tumor?  That’s some rookie stuff right there.  No, I am not going back to the dark ages of my anxiety when I thought I was dying and I was alone.  This is common.  I need to find some positive things I learned from CBT therapy and get my mind right:

  • This panic attack is not as bad as my first one, I’ll never have one that bad again because I know what is happening now.
  • I survived my last one – I’ll survive this one.  I have what it takes to persevere and feel better.  I’m not dying.
  • I can be my own safety net, I do not need to retreat to my wife or bedroom to get through this – I must move forward.
  • Breathe.  Just breathe.  Don’t think about everything I need to do, just what I need to do right now.
  • Discomfort, not disaster.  Discomfort, not disaster.  Discomfort, not disaster.  This sucks, but I’ll survive.

I drove to my office, breathed, and got to work.  I set a goal of making it till lunch and then seeing how I was doing.  I made it to lunch and noted I was anxious about 80% of the time and was fending off my fight or flight instincts through breathing and focusing on work.  I decided to wait till 3 PM and see how I felt.  By 3 PM I was anxious about 60% of the time and aware that the end of the work day was near.  I decided to stay till 6 PM and then go home no matter what.  At 6 PM I was only anxious about 20% of the time and I stayed late to get more work done.  In the end I had a very productive work day, drove home just fine, and passed out I was so mentally exhausted.  The next day I was fine…almost like the attack never happened.  I felt pretty good about myself.

Over Labor Day weekend I had a plethora of underlying anxiety that grew the later the day got.  I masked it from my friends and family by saying my stomach was a little upset and dealt with it by breathing and focusing on how much fun was taking place.  I didn’t want to miss out because of my anxiety so I just took the spinning-head feeling as part of the ride and went with the flow.  Discomfort, not disaster.  I had one small anxiety attack on Saturday night driving back to the hotel and I simply pulled the car over, told my wife and brother-in-law I didn’t feel well, and my wife happily drove us the rest of the way to the hotel.  Everything seemed well in hand driving home Monday…a 7 hour ride with 2 kids in the backseat.  I got a wicked migraine that I chalked up to them asking questions non-stop and again, passed out once we got home.

Tuesday was rough.

Tuesday my anxiety was right back where I started the week before and my brain immediately went back to trying to solve it.  I landed on magnesium…had to be.  Had to be the cause.  Not the amount of work baring down on me at the office, the pressure I was under, the fundraising project I had taken on, finances, new diet, etc.  No…couldn’t be any of that.  Probably taking too much magnesium.  This is laughable, magnesium is a calming nutrient with no reaction to any of my medications yet I was convinced it was the culprit.  Because…there has to be a culprit.  Right?

Wrong.

The culprit is not some thing you can cut out and suddenly you are okay again.  Anxiety is my train of thought.  I suffered through all Tuesday and Wednesday morning till I remembered that and began working on breaking my train of thought.  You know when you get a song lyric stuck in your head and you can’t stop hearing it over, and over, and over again?  That’s anxiety.  You get stuck in an infinite loop of being overwhelmed and then it cycles downward as you wonder if it will ever stop.  I could take a pill, but that just attacks the symptoms.  I attack the root.  Here is what I did…and it worked:

tightrope with a safety netI pictured myself on a tightrope platform of an old-fashioned circus.  I chose this visual because I wanted something aesthetically straight, juxtaposing my current cyclical thought process.  In front of me was the tightrope, deathly high off the ground, and on the other side; another platform.  On that other platform was nothing, no goal, no object, nothing…just the satisfaction of knowing I’d made it.  However, there was this tightrope to deal with.  Next I reminded myself that I was not in a life or death situation, so I imagined a large trampoline net below me to catch me if I fell…and I knew I’d fall, and that was okay.  From the net there was a ladder back up again.  The net and ladder represented the part of my brain that reminds me I can be my own safety net.  I can be my own support team.  I can do what I put my mind to.  However, first steps are scary and it is good to have friends, so that is what I imagined next.  I pictured a catwalk that ran on either side of my tightrope made of hardened steel with sturdy railings and support beams.  On the catwalk I imagined all my friends and family, smiling at me calmly with encouragement.  No one was chanting, everyone was just whispering good tidings…like when you walk down the aisle at your own wedding…everyone knows it’s all about you but they want you to know they are there and love you.  It was a great visual.

I stepped out onto the tightrope.  It was shaky.  My balance was terrible.  Hundreds of hands reached out for me for me to grab if I needed them.  Friends and family.  I steadied myself.  The hands relaxed like a mother watching her baby take his first steps.  My mom was there.  So was my wife.  I could even see the guys I work with who I swear argue with me just to argue with me.  Everyone wanted to see me accomplish my goal.  The rope ceased wobbling and I stood upright.

I walked out the front door of my house despite my anxiety and got into my car, backed out the driveway, waved high to the neighbors, and drove down the street.

One foot in front of the other I took steps forward along the tightrope.  I focused on each step and did whatever it took to keep my balance.

I drove a new route to work and admired the flowers and new things I encountered.

The catwalk seemed farther away.  The net below seemed larger.  The height seemed less.  I seemed to be walking faster.

I got to work and excitedly engulfed myself in a project that took my mind off things.

I paused to catch my breath.  Tightrope walking is hard to do.  Kate, my wife, gave me her hand from the catwalk and asked if I was okay.  I squeezed her hand and nodded yes, I had my own net and was about half way to the other platform.

Kate stopped by my office and brought me lunch.  We hugged.  It felt great to be embraced and smell her hair, being hugged by Kate can be described in one word:  “Home.”

I moved faster along the tightrope when I saw my friend Chris up ahead on the catwalk drinking a beer asking if I’d like to join him.  The catwalk was suddenly empty…a few strangers milled about.  I only knew Chris but his smiling face was encouraging to see.

I got a text from my buddy Chris asking if I wanted to grab drinks after work.  I told him the truth that I was having some anxiety and needed to play things by ear.  He texted back that he understood and was there if I needed anything.

Then I was alone.  Just me and the tightrope.  There was no catwalk, no platform, no net, no nothing.  I was just walking along like one might on the beach…slightly awkward in the sand but ever forward as the waves wash up onto the retreating wet sand and chase cold water between your toes.  Was there a tightrope?  Was there a net?  I was just walking.

Things went back to “normal.”  I broke the cycle of thought.  …and like that, I heard my song lyric drift off into the wind as if some Nantucket sea-breeze had lifted my radio on a kite out past the breakers…

Sing Ta na na,
Ta na na na.
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes.
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes…

hands-in-the-shape-of-a-brainI don’t know what later tonight will be like but usually once I break my cyclical thinking, it is broken for the day.  I don’t know what tomorrow or the next day will be like but I do know this…I can handle my anxiety when I put my mind to it.  The tightrope image worked today…maybe I’ll need something else tomorrow?  Maybe I won’t need anything?  Who knows.  All I know is the future is anxiety, the past is depression, and right now is where I am.  Funny thing…time.  It gets weird in physics and doesn’t necessarily behave the way we want it to.  Perception of time is what those of us with anxiety grapple with.  Is it an open funnel of opportunity in the future with a set course behind us as we progress ever forward?  Is it like a clock?  How come time seems to move slower and faster depending on what we are doing?  Is there such thing as the present?  As you read this…this sentence is already in the past.  Does it matter?  All I know is when I dwell on the past I get sad.  When I focus too heavily on the future I get anxious.  However, when I exist in the world around me in that exact moment I am good.  I can walk the tightrope…eventually without the net.  If I fall, I’ll get up and try again tomorrow.  I have people who care about me that will help me along the way.  Strangers will help me along the way.  I am in good hands, wouldn’t you help a stranger if you saw them in need?  People are inherently good.  Life is inherently good…and that is hard to realize when you feel broken and wish everything would stop.

Just breathe.  Discomfort, not disaster.  Just breathe.

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