Just sharing a drink with Doc McStuffins after a triple-tantrum day.
And tomorrow, not only is there school but I volunteer there too.
The poor poor teachers.
Halloween, man. So glad it’s over.
Yesteryear’s “I had to walk 4 miles in the snow to school” is 2013′s “we had no bulk elk call alarm clock setting”.
Age 3 1/2.
Another day, another humiliating public display of total defiance. Not even the promise of the park helped- we drove straight home for a big time-out. I didn’t even make it to Sophia’s Kindergarten drop-off without Oliver throwing a rainbow slinky at me in the car. Flailing, throwing, whining, screaming, repeating the same demands until finally my subconscious self tuned it out. This is a pretty horrible phase.
1. My son will later go on to cure cancer or invent something amazing. That spirit and determination has to be good for something.
2. My son will one day have a son exactly like himself and he will know. He will know.
3. When he turns out normal, I can say “see?! Look how I persevered! My CEO son used to be a hellion.”
4. When I’m old and insane, my son will realize he MADE me this way, and he will hire the best professionals to deal with me.
5. My husband’s vasectomy.
It’s ridiculous that for a group of 7 kindergardeners, there’s even one parent who complains their daughter isn’t getting the ball passed to her in soccer games.
1: These kids are trying to learn how to run without tripping or colliding into each other. Passing, really?
2: If 2 or 3 players are amazingly skilled, they aren’t ball hogs.
They are energetic puppies.
Let ‘em score 12 times.
(Isn’t that the point?: to learn how to be happy for teammates?)
3: I don’t see any other parents volunteering. (Hmm, shall I get my glasses checked?)
On that note, why the “anonymous request” to teach them how to pass?
Must have felt so confidently that you couldn’t even face the coach, huh?
4: Passing. Really. AYSO coaches flown from the UK said “don’t bother” (with teaching 5 yr olds to pass).
5: Your “anonymous request” isn’t very anonymous considering process of elimination works fast on a team of 7.
(It’s narrowed down to two.) Lol!
Word for the wise:
If you’re a parent volunteering time to coach or be team parent, take a deep breath and promptly zip your lip.
The hubs and I are glad to do it, but there’s a LOT of work behind the scenes that most people don’t know about. He rushes from work every practice day to spend an hour with a herd of wild kitties (aka Sophia and her friends). Meanwhile, I coordinated snack schedule, practices, made a team poster (that saved each family $15 and also took 5 hours to make). Hubs had to attend two trainings on week nights (which also meant more work for me), and we both also give up each Saturday morning to keep everyone happy on game days. Again, work we love to do!
So don’t tell me your kid doesn’t have enough ball time. SHE’S FRIGGIN’ FIVE.
And no, there won’t be any “passing drills” taught at practice this week.
“Anonymous parent”: SHHHHHHH.
When you have young children, the “firsts” come pretty continuously for some time.
Some are just so worth documenting in any and all ways you can.
Me: “Please don’t run! Don’t run!” Naturally, Oliver then runs without abandon, misjudging the path past a sitting friend and falls directly into fountain. So he’s waist deep in cold water, and the look on his face is beyond hilarious. He’s sooooo sad, and terrified, but I can’t help but laugh because it’s so ridiculous. (And for the record, he totally knows how to swim now.) His Spiderman light-up shoes are currently air drying.
Hope all the college students watching enjoyed the show. I DID.
The Big Day:
Sophia’s drop-off at Kindergarten went without incident. She was so happy, in fact, that she was full of hugs and smiles all day long. Oliver was so thrilled to see her at the end of her day. He screamed and ran to her just to give a big hug, and she looked equally pleased. Sophia hung with friends from her soccer team, stayed on “Beehive Green,” and even said she helped someone find their backpack on their hook. She loves her teacher, who is “brown.” PS- the other teacher is “light colored.” (I absolutely love her innocence and observation, despite what may be deemed socially inappropriate in years to come, haha…).
It felt great to see the small successes of her day, considering the drastic measures we took to attend this school.
Oliver Looks Ahead:
My sweet boy has been nervous about starting preschool next week. Now he knows who his teacher is (his favorite!) and one of his best (girl) friends is in his class. He seemed so relieved right after I read him his class list and he saw his teacher. No promises how day 1 will go next week, but we finally reached a moment of contentedness. It also helps that we found a book about “Oliver Pig,” who is going to school for the first time. A few more reads of Llama Llama Misses Mama, and we’ll be set. He’ll be in the same preschool classroom that his sister was in last year, that my brother was in over 30 years ago.
My husband is coaching Sophia’s first AYSO soccer team, the “Pink Flamingos”. They had their first game this last weekend, and they actually were phenomenal! One girl is by far the clear all-star, so the girls took her lead. They were fierce and even abided by the rules without any clover picking or somersaults during the game! (Sophia did both at practice, which I was quite proud of, honestly.) It was in the high 80′s and getting hotter. After a few breaks and a half time rest, the girls put in another 5 minutes, and promptly supported each other in the best mutiny I’ve ever seen. Both teams pretty much said “Meh, over it” and walked off the field. It. Was. Awesome.
Sophia was brave enough to swim under two waves! Oliver even braved the water, attached to my hip, as long as I didn’t dunk him. Having grown up in a beach town, it was pretty great that they love the ocean. There’s nothing like swimming in the ocean, and I was pleasantly surprised they were ready to try it. And at my “home” beach too!
Well, I decided to end my internship. I had been reading one Young Adult/Romance novel per week and reporting on it, and finally it hit me. I was done. Tons of opportunity there for long term growth, but I knew I had maxed out. It was a hard decision, but the right one for me in this moment of my hectic life. There’s something refreshing about starting over, even if it seems like a letdown in some ways. Tying up loose ends in September seems to work for me. I have never gotten away from the “school calendar” mentality, where everything big and transitional usually is just before the school year begins.
So all our firsts have piled up as usually occurs for us this time of year. I can’t wait to send off Oliver (and hopefully without tears!) so I can start my real routine for the year.
A Bonus “First”:
I sprinkled cayenne pepper on our barbecue whilst listening to 90′s rap (Bone Thugs and Harmony). It just seems worth a mention because that seems pretty weird, right? We have furry visitors to our patio, and we are almost certain it’s a raccoon that keeps jumping on there from the wall (which is a den of plants). A raccoon has nested there before.
Okay, wish me luck on the parking situation at school tomorrow. It’s ugly out there! No parking lot, major traffic, and cops everywhere. The big question is this: will Oliver make me carry him in his pj’s for the long walk to the classroom? Oh boy.
Day two. Happy Fall, everyone!
It’s funny how quickly the conversation changes from “oh, this is pathetic” to “die, you bastard” when a huge-ass mouse peels himself off a sticky trap and dashes back beneath the oven.
1. Love my husband.
2. Our bbq tongs need a lot of bleach and the memory erasing wand from Men In Black.
3. Considering laying 40 snap traps side by side under oven.
4. Want to napalm the neighbor’s house (hypothetically speaking).
We think her walls contain a mouse/rat freeway.
5. I love my husband.