So today was the Hubsters birthday. I baked bread, made dinner, baked a cake...and for the first time since Soccer season really got going, we sat down as a family at the TABLE and ate together.
We were asking the kids about their days at school and what they learned.
Henry apparently went on a nature walk with his class. Where he saw a deer and a moose.
Don't get too excited yet.
He held his hands out about 1 foot apart and said "They were this big" and then he continued "The deer was just a baby because I saw it hatch out of its egg..."
huh, Kindergarten is working...right????
Friday, September 24, 2010
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
On Becoming a Soccer Mom
OK so as you may or may not have figured out, being a Soccer mom is a little out of the box for me...I am not sure that I have sporty enough attire and matching tennis shoes for the job...but none the less, I found my self scheduling my life around 5...yes that is 5 soccer games last weekend.
I am not sure what has happened to sports for the young since I was...young that is...But apparently now, all our young folks starting at 6 months, are “in training” to become the next Pele, Elway or Phelps. I say this with love in my heart for all those parents who are putting their eggs in that basket...Seriously????
I know after this weekend that Henry's basket has no eggs in it for soccer. His first soccer game was spent, doing lots of antics, and getting lots of laughs from the sideline, but not a whole lot of soccer playing. He was dancing, running off the sidelines and "chatting" with random people.
Mind you I was not close enough to hear the conversation, but I saw the confused look on the random Dads face that he picked to go and tell his story to. Lord only knows what he was talking about...I am just praying he was not being the Robot from the planet Shnerp with him...(I believe that is saved only for his Goddess Teacher, but still, I am a little concerned.)
He pretended to have a sword fight with an apparently very vicious wind monster in the middle of the field, while the other players kicked the ball around him. He spent a lot of time rolling around on the ground...and I spent a lot of time pointing to an innocent parent next to me and saying very loudly “Boy YOUR SON HENRY out there is having fun!”
They did not take kindly to this, as it was their son who was scoring the goals even through the complete interference of my son’s superman cape flapping with his shirt half off.
In the end, I had to admit he was mine...He picked a flower for me out in the field and brought it over to me.
I hugged him and said he played great. I guess that’s ok...It is very un-soccery of me and I may have hurt his chances to play for a big college now by telling him that what he did was actually playing soccer, I mean he is ALREADY 5 and all...
I Guess even though his entire performance was like a half time show, I think he had fun. I just took those virtual eggs out of that basket and made a deal with myself to just enjoy watching my son be a robot in the field, after all...he is ONLY 5!!!!!
I am not sure what has happened to sports for the young since I was...young that is...But apparently now, all our young folks starting at 6 months, are “in training” to become the next Pele, Elway or Phelps. I say this with love in my heart for all those parents who are putting their eggs in that basket...Seriously????
I know after this weekend that Henry's basket has no eggs in it for soccer. His first soccer game was spent, doing lots of antics, and getting lots of laughs from the sideline, but not a whole lot of soccer playing. He was dancing, running off the sidelines and "chatting" with random people.
Mind you I was not close enough to hear the conversation, but I saw the confused look on the random Dads face that he picked to go and tell his story to. Lord only knows what he was talking about...I am just praying he was not being the Robot from the planet Shnerp with him...(I believe that is saved only for his Goddess Teacher, but still, I am a little concerned.)
He pretended to have a sword fight with an apparently very vicious wind monster in the middle of the field, while the other players kicked the ball around him. He spent a lot of time rolling around on the ground...and I spent a lot of time pointing to an innocent parent next to me and saying very loudly “Boy YOUR SON HENRY out there is having fun!”
They did not take kindly to this, as it was their son who was scoring the goals even through the complete interference of my son’s superman cape flapping with his shirt half off.
In the end, I had to admit he was mine...He picked a flower for me out in the field and brought it over to me.
I hugged him and said he played great. I guess that’s ok...It is very un-soccery of me and I may have hurt his chances to play for a big college now by telling him that what he did was actually playing soccer, I mean he is ALREADY 5 and all...
I Guess even though his entire performance was like a half time show, I think he had fun. I just took those virtual eggs out of that basket and made a deal with myself to just enjoy watching my son be a robot in the field, after all...he is ONLY 5!!!!!
Friday, September 17, 2010
Kindergarten Memories
So here's the thing, I had girls first. And let me tell you, that is just not an OK order to go in.
I had little girls who wanted me to walk them to their classroom. I had little girls who got off the bus and couldn't stop talking long enough for me to ask a question about their school day, much less catch a breath. I heard all about their teacher, about their classroom, about all the friends that they made, and the shoes those friends wore, the classes they took, the letter A they wrote and what color they wrote it in.
Then....there is Henry...The boy....
The first day of school his favorite thing at school was: " I don't remember what I did mom, it was school"
The second day of school his favorite thing at school was: "I guess I like the bus"
The third day of school his favorite thing at school was: "I really liked Recess today mom"
The fourth day he came off the bus looking like someone shot his dog, when I asked him what was wrong he said: "They promised we were going to have a fire alarm, we practiced lining up and everything and then they didn't let me do it."
The fifth day of School his favorite thing was: "The fire drill."
The Sixth day of School his favorite thing was: "I kinda liked gym"
The Seventh day of School his favorite thing was: " MOM I am so tired can I stay home tomorrow and just watch TV...seriously mom...seriously...school is too long"
The Eighth day...I didn't even ask...whats the point? It will probably be tying his shoe because that was when he was outside, before he even entered the school....
I am pretty sure that he is going, he comes home with work, so unless he is stealing some other helpless Kindergartners work and shoving it in his own folder, I have evidence that he is actually attending school...and not just spending his day out at recess or sneaking into alternate gym classes, yet he cannot tell me the name of ANYONE in his class...and forget about the color of their shoes.
So I guess this is it...now that I am no longer witness to his everyday life, I will no longer be privy to what is going on in that little pea brain of his because it is very clear...I am not going to be told, unless I catch him during a fire drill.
I had little girls who wanted me to walk them to their classroom. I had little girls who got off the bus and couldn't stop talking long enough for me to ask a question about their school day, much less catch a breath. I heard all about their teacher, about their classroom, about all the friends that they made, and the shoes those friends wore, the classes they took, the letter A they wrote and what color they wrote it in.
Then....there is Henry...The boy....
The first day of school his favorite thing at school was: " I don't remember what I did mom, it was school"
The second day of school his favorite thing at school was: "I guess I like the bus"
The third day of school his favorite thing at school was: "I really liked Recess today mom"
The fourth day he came off the bus looking like someone shot his dog, when I asked him what was wrong he said: "They promised we were going to have a fire alarm, we practiced lining up and everything and then they didn't let me do it."
The fifth day of School his favorite thing was: "The fire drill."
The Sixth day of School his favorite thing was: "I kinda liked gym"
The Seventh day of School his favorite thing was: " MOM I am so tired can I stay home tomorrow and just watch TV...seriously mom...seriously...school is too long"
The Eighth day...I didn't even ask...whats the point? It will probably be tying his shoe because that was when he was outside, before he even entered the school....
I am pretty sure that he is going, he comes home with work, so unless he is stealing some other helpless Kindergartners work and shoving it in his own folder, I have evidence that he is actually attending school...and not just spending his day out at recess or sneaking into alternate gym classes, yet he cannot tell me the name of ANYONE in his class...and forget about the color of their shoes.
So I guess this is it...now that I am no longer witness to his everyday life, I will no longer be privy to what is going on in that little pea brain of his because it is very clear...I am not going to be told, unless I catch him during a fire drill.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Half Time Show
So it is the middle of the Hokie vs Boise game...a little intense...a few choice words, much pacing going on...and all of the sudden we hear rain in the hall way...or rather flooding coming down the stairs...as you all may or may not know we have had our experience with flooding this year so immediately we jump up and run to the stairs...
There is Henry...underwear around the ankles, shaking off at the top. Apparantly sleep peeing is his new trick. Standing half asleep at the top of the stairs the boy just peed the whole way down.
My oldest ran to the stairs and being so globally minded and concerned with others yelling "did he just pee on my art supplies?"
I am wondering if I should tell her now or later, that her art may have a "special" scent and we should hope that her art teacher doesn't have an alpha dog that gets theatened easily.
I am glad that it is half time because Jamie and I were laughing so hard it took us 20 minutes to stop long enough to clean it up. I put him back to bed, I am not sure that he knows yet what he did...
I can only laugh so much though, sleep peeing is genetic...I seem to remember at 5 backing into the linen closet in our bathroom and peeing on the blankets...But you have to know, genetic or not, its coming up at graduation...
There is Henry...underwear around the ankles, shaking off at the top. Apparantly sleep peeing is his new trick. Standing half asleep at the top of the stairs the boy just peed the whole way down.
My oldest ran to the stairs and being so globally minded and concerned with others yelling "did he just pee on my art supplies?"
I am wondering if I should tell her now or later, that her art may have a "special" scent and we should hope that her art teacher doesn't have an alpha dog that gets theatened easily.
I am glad that it is half time because Jamie and I were laughing so hard it took us 20 minutes to stop long enough to clean it up. I put him back to bed, I am not sure that he knows yet what he did...
I can only laugh so much though, sleep peeing is genetic...I seem to remember at 5 backing into the linen closet in our bathroom and peeing on the blankets...But you have to know, genetic or not, its coming up at graduation...
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