Ash had his first basketball game today. Super offense heavy and a great right handed, no pass dribbler. And the weird thing is that he is always open, at least that is what he thinks. Anytime his team has possession, he screams "I'm open" until they throw him the ball. And since him and Mike are on the same team Mike is the point guard, the pass always goes to Ash. Papa came and think he had a had time watching 5 year olds play.
We headed down to the store and bought some hot dogs for fishing, We grabbed the new poles and headed to the park. Maya pulled in the only fish, and she was great. She baited the hook and was a great caster. It rained and was windy so less than ideal. So we headed exploring up the creek while avoiding all the geese poop.
Tomorrow the kids hit the slopes for the second time in their lives, so excited for some snow and a chance to get them shredding.
Saturday, January 9, 2016
Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Kids...ugh!
Have you ever caught yourself talking about your kids with others. You banter back and forth about how great they are, what a good age they are now, and how fast they grow up. Break...you finish the conversation and arrive back home with your wonderous kids. Then one starts throwing cat food and the other throws the cat on you head and it latches on with its fearful claws. If you are the parent on TV, you have a clever way to deal with this episode that is calm, collected and the the kids appreciate the greater good of their troubled ways. Or you start threatening to take things away like TV, trips or treats. Of course then you curse yourself as you have just gambled away the few things that you still hold power over them, but you must commit. And then you recall that conversation you had moments earlier about how your kids are so wonderful. Weird stuff.
Anyways, tonight I did not win any parenting awards. After the tenth time lovingly suggesting the kids need to go to bed, I turn around and the homework is not done and they are coloring. Oblivious to what I had asked of them a gazillion times. The countdown began. 5....4...3...2....1. I hit it. The 1. That means I must do as I promised and throw the pens away. No 1 and 1/2 tonight...straight to 1.
Madness ensues. Ashton cries, Maya wimpers and then I must decide. Commit and be strong, or try to find a more PC way to absolve my behavior. In the end, as I pour effort into figuring out this unsolvable riddle, I hope that what has more bearing on their lives is the singing and dancing to Ghostbusters, and the limpy wars in the bathroom. Actually made them cry again on this one too...damn!
I think if I had a manual to be the perfect parent in front of me at every moment, I would still screw it up most of the time. Good luck to me tomorrow.
Anyways, tonight I did not win any parenting awards. After the tenth time lovingly suggesting the kids need to go to bed, I turn around and the homework is not done and they are coloring. Oblivious to what I had asked of them a gazillion times. The countdown began. 5....4...3...2....1. I hit it. The 1. That means I must do as I promised and throw the pens away. No 1 and 1/2 tonight...straight to 1.
Madness ensues. Ashton cries, Maya wimpers and then I must decide. Commit and be strong, or try to find a more PC way to absolve my behavior. In the end, as I pour effort into figuring out this unsolvable riddle, I hope that what has more bearing on their lives is the singing and dancing to Ghostbusters, and the limpy wars in the bathroom. Actually made them cry again on this one too...damn!
I think if I had a manual to be the perfect parent in front of me at every moment, I would still screw it up most of the time. Good luck to me tomorrow.