Outliers

What is an oulier? In statistics, an outlier usually is defined as being greater than 3 standard deviations from the arithmetic mean. Under a normal distribution, 3 standard deviations covers 99.99% of the distribution (oops, my geek is showing).

If anyone else has read the book "Outliers" by Malcolm Gladwell, you know that it's a commentary of how the successful truly became successful. I'm only half way through the book, but it's a really good read so far. For instance, all of the big software tycoons in silicon valley are incredibly smart individuals (Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, the founders of Sun Microsystems, etc.). What's very intriguing is that a lot of these tycoons were born between 1954 and 1957. Why is that? All of these individuals were in college when the first true personal computer was released, the Alltair 8800. They were given some of the first opportunities to have unlimited access to programming and software applications. If you weren't born in this window, you were already at a disadvantage of being a pioneer in computer programming.

What does this mean to me as a parent? My biggest hope is that each of my daughters find their own path to success, whatever they may define it as. Will they end up being outliers? Chances are that they won't be, but I promise that I will help each of my girls hone and nourish their talents. I will do my best to help them improve on their abilities and maybe, if circumstances work out in incredibly lucky fashion, they may very well become outliers.

But even as I write this post, I realize something. They're already outliers. Out of all the hundreds of millions of children born into this world, they're mine. Either by fortune or misfortune, their childhood will be completely unique to anyone else in this world at this time or any other time. They are, and will always be, the best thing to ever happen to me.

My Lovely Olivia

Daughter #3: Olivia. If I could describe her using only two words, I would choose "comedic timing." This girl isn't even 17 months old, and she knows what's funny. Just today, I'm sitting on the couch feeding Molly and she starts tickling my feet and saying, "ticky ticky," followed by riotous laughter. When it comes to play time, Ashley and Jane refer to her as "Big Bubble Baby." She's the perfect addition to their epic barbie soap operas.

When Olivia was born two weeks before her due date, she wasn't breathing very well. In an effort to keep her out of the NICU, they placed her on a CPAP machine (it forces normal air with a higher concentration of oxygen into a babies lungs, with the hope that the lungs fully inflate). After about an hour of that, and a promise from me that if she stayed out of the NICU, I'd give her whatever she wanted (more on that later), she started breathing great.

She was and still is one of the sweetest babies. Amy would stroke her nose and it lulled her right to sleep. It's probably the top thing she misses about Louie as a newborn. She's always been cuddly, and she's recently welcomed me home with a big, happy "hi" and a kiss. She loves to sing, and she absolutely cannot sit still, ever.

My sweet Lulu isn't a baby anymore. She's a toddler and quickly leaving her baby ways behind. Would you like to know how she cashed in on my little promise to her? A little sister . . . right away. How do we know? When Amy found out she was pregnant with Molly, Olivia was only 3 months old and she laughed for the first time.

Comedic timing. Thanks for reading.

Picky Eaters

Anyone who's ever known anything about children knows they go through phases and stages. We also know that most kids, at some point in their growing up, they enter into a picky phase. They develop an attachment to a favorite toy, a favorite movie, and favorite foods. Here's the problem: once they have their favorites everything else is alienated. Ashley and Jane are this way about food (Olivia will eat anything at this point and Molly's still on the bottle). They have probably a list of ten to twelve foods that they would happily eat, but suggest anything outside that short list and meltdowns ensue.

They weren't always like this. When they turn one and you can start introducing a lot of different foods into their diet, they were both like miniature "foodies." I would say it was at about the two-and-a-half to three-year mark that their willingness to eat anything diminished rapidly. I've also noticed, as I'm sure is the case with many siblings, Jane tends to follow suit with however her older sister reacts to situations. To say the least, getting these girls to branch out is a very hard task to undertake.

So how do you conquer this uphill battle? Bribery is both expensive and, well, not really a good attitude towards the situation. So, I thought maybe I just project a better attitude about it. The other night, I came home with broccoli, some rice, and a wonderful fish called steelhead (a tasty cousin of salmon). When I got home, I declared to my girls, "An Evening of Adventure." They were miraculously excited about trying something new, and they loved everything! The fish was very tasty, Amy made her signature baked broccoli, and we had an incredibly fun evening.

What's so great about being a dad? When I approached a situation with a good attitude, my kids amazed me with their attitudes. It taught me a lot. Thanks for reading.

Jane Be Jane

I've talked a bit about my oldest, Ashley, so I thought I would spotlight my other kids as well. My second daughter, Jane, has been doing her own thing from the beginning. For starters, she tried to come out feet first. She never really crawled, but instead scooched on her bum across the floor before walking. She started doing so many things her own way, we started calling it the "Jane-way."

What's my favorite thing about Jane? She's not afraid to forge her own path. Can it be a little frustrating at times? Sure. But I'm so proud of her for being like this. My greatest hope for Jane is that she will be able to carry this trait throughout her life. That she will never be afraid to do things her way and to stick to her goals and dreams even when times are tough. There's a song by one of my favorite artists, Ben Folds called "Jane be Jane." We didn't name her after the song, but it does ring true to who she is.

Jane, be Jane
You're better that way
Not when you try immitating something

You think you saw.

So Jane, be Jane

And if sometimes that might

Drive them away

Let 'em stay there

You don't need them anyway.

You're worried there might not be

Anything at all inside
The fact you're worried
It should tell you that's not right
Don't try to see yourself the way that others do

It's no use.

But it's your life

And you can decorate it

As you like

Beneath the painted armor

In your eyes, the truth still shines

Jane, be Jane

I love you Jane. Love, Dad.

Time Goes Too Fast

When you're raising children, it feels at times that I blink and these kids get older. On Wednesday, my oldest starts kindergarten. It very much feels like it wasn't that long ago that she was still wearing her premie sleeper with little frog feet. The memory of holding her for the first time is still fresh in my mind. Now she begins a new stage of growing up.

I know I'm still a young father with young kids, but I think there will always be a selfish side of me that always wants them to stay little. There is so much in the world that I don't want them to ever have to experience. Life can be quite cruel at times, and it will come at them in many forms. They will be tried and tested in ways that I probably won't understand, and that scares me, but what scares me more is that I can't shield it from them. I can't protect them forever.

I don't want to blink.

I guess what I always need to remember that even though they will have trials to endure, there will come sweet and wonderful moments that will bring them happiness and joy, and I would be a terrible father indeed if I shielded them from those experiences. I would bet that this is the hardest challenge of any parent. Allowing them to experience moments of hardship so they can not only experience the joy of life, but to appreciate it as well.

What's so great about being a dad? Giving your children the tools they need to endure the hard times and appreciate the good times. Thanks for reading.