Jenkinson’s Boardwalk: Always a Hole in One

I’ve lived and vacationed around the Jersey shore my entire life. I know well the smells of the salty ocean air and the feel of the sand and surf under my feet. It’s almost therapeutic.  As a child, I lived at our family’s bay side home year round and discovered the contrast of winter weather at the beach.  Massive snow drifts, a frozen bay and desolate side streets of a coastal community became our frosty playground. Later, we moved “up North”.  Well, the Union County, New Jersey kind of North.  Not the Maine kind.  I also spent some time in Maryland when my boyfriend-would-be-husband beckoned me South where we enjoyed the Navy town and Annapolis harbor.  Seemingly, I’ve always kept the coastline within reach.  I have warm memories of living and playing “down the shore”. 

Point Pleasant and Jenkinson’s Boardwalk was a summer indulgence.  Reliving it as an adult and sharing it with my children is an even bigger treat.  Recently, writers of JerseyMomsBlog were invited for a day of fun by Jenkinson’s and I believe we stepped collectively on the fun button.  From the thrill of the classic Himalaya to bumper cars, mini-golf, funhouse hijinx and sweet treats ~ we did it all.

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Things I’m Doing More of This Summer

Even with a sun-soaked summer in full swing, I still long for the structure of the weekly schedule.  There’s comfort for me in knowing I can look to the trusty calendar for daily direction.  Yep, I’m one of those planner-types.  Even annoys me. But I haven’t lost sight of the benefits to balance and breaking out of the status-quo. So, I’ve vowed this summer to do a little more of these things which, for me, may make much needed improvements in my life. 

PLAY.  Not the multi-tasking, peripheral sort of play.  The commited kind. The only-slightly risk-taking kind. The get-your-hands-dirty kind that surprises your kids and delivers bouts of belly-laughs and sheer joy.  (I see a food fight in my future.)

TV. OFF. Kind of an extension of the above. We’re not militant about it. Just want my kids to experience those quiet moments where they tune into their creativity. After the initial “IIIII’mmmm booored”, which I placate, I invariably see a shift into their role playing. Wiffle ball bats and swords emerge from the secret stash of weapons under a bed. My boys love to setup “base camps”; cross-cultural communities of legos and super-heroes. A vertiable melting pot of  mini-figures who battle to the finish. When I look up from my reading, I see them glowing and growing and exercising brilliant little minds.

DRINK MORE WATER. Yeah I know. That’s a given. We’re not soda drinkers, but if I look honestly at it, I don’t drink nearly enough water. The health benefits are pretty substantial, including aiding in digestion, circulation, moisturizing your skin, moving nutrients throughout the body and weight control.  New reports say 8 glasses/day may be overkill. But drinking water often, especially as a replacement for high calorie drinks, is key to good health. My newest sidekick is a cold glass of ice-water in a favorite tall glass with with a little splash of lemon for flavor. 

READ.  I spent the last several years on a reading hiatus. I have a 3 and 8 year old and I’ve been a little distracted. But I’m back. With a vengence. I just completed The Hunger Games trilogy and I was fascinated. I believe I actually slowed my reading on the last book in order to extend the story.  Then, I moved onto book one of 50 Shades of Grey. I know.  How trendy of me. But it’s…. well, it’s….. been….. entertaining. Yes. Entertaining. (Sidenote: Did you hear that “experts” have predicted a 50 Shades Baby Boom!??) My next series will be The Angels Game by Carlos Ruiz Zafón. I hear he’s a master storyteller. And I still haven’t read The Help.  Any suggestions?

FRUITS AND VEGGIES. Yup. Love this one.  I’ve been replacing the pre-dinner snacking with a plateful of  carrots, cucumbers, blueberries, brocolli and light dressing and can’t believe my eyes when the kids come running, secret-mission-style sneaking veggies in fist-fuls. I turn around and fake them out, pretending they’re being mischievous by eating before dinner. It only serves to excite them and we go on like this for much of the time it takes me to prepare the actual meal. Maybe it’s their age, but it never fails and I’m grateful for the healthy fun.  And if/when they catch on, I may up the ante with one of those crazy Elmo-inspired crudite creations.

What about you? Any summer resolutions in full swing?

This is an original post for JerseyMomsBlog by Teicia Gaupp, who is soaking up the summer.

This Pink Town and A Colorful Memory

Where I live, you won’t step foot out of your house this weekend and not see pink. It’s everywhere.  Signs. Lawns. Ribbons. Doors. Awnings. Our beloved crossing guard donned pink from head to toe. Even a bright pink line is painted down the center of our main road. 

This week, we call our town Pink Bank, not Red Bank.  And it’s helping to shape what we believe and what we can do about breast cancer. Presented by Riverview Medical Center, Paint the Town Pink aims to build awareness for the importance of an annual mammography. Their mantra, “early detection is a woman’s best defense against breast cancer.”

I learned this lesson another way.

Two years ago, our small school community lost a dear friend, dedicated mother and a committed community member. Like that pink line, she stood out. You saw her coming. She eminated light and color and love. You can still feel her spirit throughout the hallways of our small school and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Months prior to her passing, she sat at our school’s annual Mother’s Day Tea and bravely recounted for the entire room her personal story; how she had missed three years of mammograms “accidentally” – because her schedule was so full and she simply “forgot”. She spoke and every mother identified with how easy that can happen; to simply forget about making that appointment.

I recall how what she did was actually a gift. She urged everyone listening, to listen carefully. And react. I saw her a few weeks later running errands, looking healthy and happy. I was glad to see her well and seemingly, on the mend. I thanked her for the inspiration to make my very first mammagraphy appointment. I’m glad I thanked her. She passed away a few months later from her battle with breast cancer, leaving behind two beautiful little people to carry on her spirit, her color and her love.

So. let’s Paint the Town Pink. And more importantly, let’s make our mammography appointments, Ladies. Learn more about early detection and education.

This is an original post by Teicia Gaupp, JerseyMomsBlog Founder, who just made her second annual appointment for her mammography and vows to pay close attention to her medical schedule.

 

 

 

What My Kids Teach Me, About What I Should Teach Them

 It’s not only the faulty and frenetic parts to life that teach us. If you look closely, there are essential lessons to be had in the milder moments. All you need to do is pay attention.  A recent spree to our favorite local park reminded me of this.

  1. It’s not enough to be cute as pie to other people. (You’ll forever look this way to your Mom.) You must love yourself. Find what you love doing, and do it. And that will make you shine inside and out.
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Safety First?

This week during school drop-off and pick-up, I encountered more than just the usual disorder one sees during the first few days back to school. I totally expected some parking pandemonium.  Everything takes just a bit longer. Kindergartener parents linger in their vehicles for a last glimpse of their freshly backpacked and eager pupils. Cars illicitly park where “drop-off only” occurs. Crosswalk rules ignored. Mix in some rain prompting more parents to drive over walk. Enter chaos.  

But something unsettling stood out. At each corner of the bustling school block stood new crossing guards; protectors of our precious brood, shepherding students across busy streets filled with caffeine-laden, jumpy drivers late for work.   [Read more...]

Back to School Tips From Jersey Moms

These days it’s time for Jersey Moms to stack the boogie boards and dust off the back packs. Here are a few of our best tips to transition from sand to school. Back to school, Jersey Mom Style.

  • Have your kids help you make a list of snacks and lunches they will actually eat, not trade or discard. They’ll appreciate the input and if,  later in the year, they balk at what you gave them, you can point out that THEY approved of the item. - L.Klonsky, Mom’s Crayon 
  • We signed up for schooltoolbox.com last year so that the kids’ supplies would be prepackaged and waiting on their desks on the first day. Last year’s frantic searching for a specific dry erase marker drove us all crazy, so I’m really enjoying the fact that all the teachers’ specific requests are taken care of and I don’t have to worry.
  •  We also start a few weeks before school starts to include a few minutes a day of some traditional paper and pencil school work. This way when the kids see worksheets again they won’t be quite so out of practice. Plus, it’s a nice way to review what they learned last year.  TripleZMom

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Songs I Love, But Shouldn’t Sing Around My Children

I believe… music feeds the soul. It reaches in and fills you up with a natural, omnipotent energy. It grounds you. Transforms you.

Often, I take the form of gangsta rapper or grunge rocker. I’m transported to another time and place reminiscent of my own precious life moments, evoking emotion otherwise lost forever. Must be why music therapy is such an effective tool used by professionals to promote learning, healing and self discovery.

In my home, music is with us daily. Apple, you rock for pioneering effortless access to so much artistry and enabling childproof soundtracks for responsible parents. But there is the occasional slip, when the 7 year old grabs the iPod. Must work on getting his own. For now, we share. And I take care that these particular tunes don’t tumble into the airwaves.

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Forty. Times 2.

Today I am Forty. Well, today WE are Forty. By WE, I mean my identical twin sister and I. (Happy Birthday Michelle!) That’s me on the left with the crown. I really wanted the feather; likely only because she got the feather.  But I settled for the crown. And she basked in the glory of her fabulous feather. When you’re 1 of an identical 2, things like that will happen – ALOT.

And other things. Like twin questions. Always with the twin questions.  

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An Open Letter To Charlie Sheen

(And anyone else in a similar position who may be listening.) Charlie Sheen, you rocked it in Red Dawn – fighting teen angst and a Soviet invasion in your home town. Kickin’ it with Patrick Swayze and C. Thomas Howell, in all your full-head-of-feathered-hair glory.

Fast forward 27 years (wow!).

When you were 18, is this where you pictured yourself? I am dismayed to find you on the cover of today’s Post, comparing you to Moammar Khadafy. You didn’t fare so well in the side-by-side. You know they actually polled the public? Nearly 8,000 people voted and found you to be, well…. I’ll use kinder language… more “unstable”. This is not good. Khadafy is a pretty bad dude/dictator, hear what I’m throwin’ your way?  You do not have tiger blood or Adonis DNA. Your are not a Warlock. You are a father, a brother, someone’s beloved son and a bad-ass actor with tremendous potential. And your story is quite common.

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Dirty Deeds and Diaper Needs

Let me preface with a warning. If you don’t have children in diapers, you may have deeply buried your memories of diaper changing duties and all that entails. But me, I literally just changed the stinkiest diaper of my child-rearing career. So the memory is just as FRESH as the contents of said diaper.

While it may seem odd to some, I find it completely normal to capture the experience, because I know this time with our precious little ones is fleeting. You blink and they’re 13, begging to hang at the mall in a gaggle of brace-faced, Justin Bieber-coiffed tweens (God–Help–Me).  This is also further proof that Motherhood indeed IS the Dirtiest Job. Thank you, Brenda.

About 20 minutes earlier, I had been working on my computer. Kids bellies were full from breakfast and happily in their cartoon-coma. My 1-year-old waddles to my desk, stares up at me with those big beautiful browns, grunts like a caveman, face contorts and literally turns purple. I laugh from the depths of my soul, both highly entertained and oddly pleased that he felt compelled to share that with me . He moves on and so do I.

I forget about it until my 6-year-old reminds me that the baby smells like a sewer. Again, I laugh. (I love my boys.) I figure it’s time to exit my chair. I hate feeling as though I’m ignoring them, but I’m not too guilty because we had a fantastic reading-time-breakfast.

I hunt down my little Pig Pen with the sharpened sense of a highly-trained search and rescue dog. I locate him in self-imposed isolation behind a large armchair and just about complete with his business. I know now that I’m in for a treat.

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