It's time for the annual Ruth Family Christmas Tree video!
This is our home movie from last year's Christmas (2015). Love these home movies that we get to look back on!
Love the Christmas season and the annual trek to cut down our family Christmas tree!!!
This is the second year in a row that we've decided to travel down to Florida for Spring Break with our friends. Last year, we stayed in Cape Coral, Florida and did somewhat of a beach crawl. This year, we decided to stay in Siesta Key, Florida and include other activities outside of beach life.
Welcome to Florida!
Mmmmm, orange juice...
Working hard to find a shark's tooth.
This pier was awesome. Met some folks from Michigan, watched a couple of kids fishing off the pier and saw the beginning of an awesome sunset.
Fish cleaning station...
Mo washing away the excess fish blood.
The spoils of a fisherman.
Getting ready for a dolphin cruise and snorkel trip.
Running and jumping down the beach just behind Stephen King's home.
Nothing like a nap on the beach.
One week is never enough.
*Holga IFORD HP5 PLUS Film and iPhone with VSCOCam Editing
Here's our 2014 Ruth Family Christmas video. We hope you had a great Christmas. And we hope you have a grace-filled 2015!
Here's the making of our 2014 Ruth Family Christmas Card. We chose simple and cute this year instead of big and complicated. #hopeyoulikeit
Merry Christmas from the Ruth's!!!!
Football is here!
I really believe that, when Andy Williams wrote, "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year" he actually wrote it about this time of the year and not Christmas. In fact, I think the opening song lyrics actually went something like this...
It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the coaches all yelling
And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer"
It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those big game-day greetings and big draft-day meetings
With fantasy football
It's the hap-happiest season of all...
Our household, like many around the country, loves football. So in honor of the season starting, Carter asked me if I wanted to play Madden. My response, "Uh ya. Let's go. You're about to get smoked kid." So he chose Denver and Peyton Manning. I decided to take it easy on him and chose the Chicago Bears. I haven't played Madden in over a year. Maybe a year and a half. So he opened up a 21-0 lead on me in the first half. The only thing that was better than his Madden skills, were his trash-talking skills. The boy's mouth would make Richard Sherman proud... minus the cussing and swearing of course.
Then, the second half began. He kicked off to me. I ran it back 34 yards. One pass later... end zone! (21-7) Carter's not phased. He keeps talking, confident he's gonna win. A few series later and now in the 4th quarter, after two interceptions and two more passes to the end zone, it's 21-21. Still confident, but a little bit quieter, Carter throws another interception. I throw an interception. He fumbles deep in my territory. There's one minute and 32 seconds left. I drive into field goal range with 46 seconds left and I... put. it. through. the. uprights. (24-21)
There's 46 seconds left. And knowing there's still time, Carter is still confident he can get the job done.
I kick off. He runs back to his 27 yard line. Now, there's 41 seconds left. First pass, first down 12 yards down the field. 38 seconds left first and 10. Pass by Carter... incomplete. Another pass by Carter... incomplete. Still, another pass by Carter... incomplete. It's now 4th and 10 with 22 seconds left. Carter is visibly nervous. He knows this could be his last shot. He hits the "A" button to hike the ball. Scrambles to the right. Throws it down field to Thomas where my defender (who I let be controlled by the computer) knocks the ball down. Game. Over. At which point, I get up, do the Superman move like you see above and let my trash talking take over and I emphatically and dramatically declare...
"Who's your daddy now, boyeeee!"
I thought Carter would break down in laughter. Instead, Carter, who is EXTREMELY competitive, just...
And through real, gigantic, salty tears my nine year old declared...
I'm a loser! I thought you were taking it easy on me!...
He then promptly went to upstairs to his room to lay in his bed in defeat.
I felt horrible. I gave him a few minutes alone to gather himself together, then I went up to see how he was doing. We talked for a bit. Then, I helped him get ready for his soccer practice and sat on the front porch with him while he waited for his ride.
As I sat there with Carter, I realized that Kids have basic expectations of dads. Sons have basic expectations of fathers. And, more importantly...
Kids have unspoken expectations... expectations that, in the moment, we as parents may not even be aware of.
These unspoken expectations are different in different situations. There are unspoken expectations for each and every moment with our kids. And while we as parents may not be aware of them, it's still up to us to take care of them, to be mindful of them and to hold them as close as our kids do. Because our kids' unspoken expectations are bigger and more powerful to them then their spoken expectations of us.
So, as we go about our days with our kids, lets, as parents, be thinking about our kids' unspoken expectations of us. Because I guarantee...
they're thinking about them for sure.
Stories from a parent...
So, My 7 Year Old and Twerking
My little girl is constantly dancing. CONSTANTLY! It doesn't matter where she's at or who she's with. If she feels the beat, she will drop it like it's hot on the spot. Just like she did this time when she was five years old...
Jami and I are pretty sure Mo walks around with a giant boom box running through her head. If you could look inside I'm sure you'd find a version of MTV or VH1. If you could hook up speakers to her ears, I'm sure you'd hear music streaming 24-7. Even now, at age 7, whether there's audible music or not, she could stop where she's at and break it down like she's starring in the show, So You Think You Can Dance. And the crazy thing is...
She CAN... and she KNOWS it.
It doesn't matter where she's at. She could be walking in the Water Tower Place in downtown Chicago... if she feels it, boom... she drops it like it's hot. If she's at home and she hears and feels it, boom... you got it... she drops it like it's hot. AND... if she's at the pool... well, especially if she's at the pool where there's music playing on their boom box... yep, she's dropping it like it's hot. In fact, at one point at the pool, while she was getting down, I looked over as she was... that's right...
TWERKING! My freaking 7 year old was TWERKING. And she knew she was TWERKING because she was telling her friend that she was TWERKING!
Talk about being horrified! In that moment I could hear all of the parents' judgmental comments running through their minds. It was a parenting wake up call! My 7 year old knows how to twerk!? What. The. Crap!?
After yelling across the pool and giving Mo the silent death stare to stop, that got me thinking...
What themes is my 7 year old daughter experiencing? Whether it's tv shows, music or friends, what themes is she experiencing? Adult or age-appropriate? What's the storyline in the Disney shows she's watching? What's the message in the music she's listening to? Mo loves Taylor Swift. We love Taylor Swift. And there are songs that Taylor Swift sings that are age-appropriate for Mo to listen to. But, there are also songs that Taylor Swift sings that have adult themes that Mo just shouldn't be listening to.
Because adult themes cause Mo to grow up faster than God intended her to grow at age 7.
We can't protect Mo from every adult theme. She's not with us 24-7. But we can protect her from the ones we know about and need to redirect her towards age-appropriate themes.
It means that we have to actually work at this thing called parenting. We actually have to put some effort into it. It means monitoring the content of the shows she watches and the music she listens to. As a result, we've also been listening to more "church" music, as Mo calls it. It's actually been fun, because she's been asking for "church" music when it's just been our family in the car AND when she's had a friend ride along as well.
So it's a win... trading in twerking for age-appropriate themes. And hopefully Mo can "Shake. Shake. Shake. Shake it Off. Shake it Off." for good.
Cause Mo doesn't need to grow up any faster than she already is.