It's Thursday...

time to play floor hockey.

 

 

This boy looooooooves floor hockey.  His group is learning the basics of stick holding, passing and scoring.  Joe seems to be a natural.  He noticed during a recent game that all of his team was crowded around hacking at the puck.  He dropped back and stood in the goal, waiting for the puck and shouting encouragement to the others...he made himself the goalie.  After the game, I asked Joe what he was doing in the goal.  His simple reply: "SOMEBODY"S gotta keep dat puck outta dere!"

He's a natural.

Now leaving floor hockey to go home, that is disastrous. 

The first week he wanted to run chasing a tennis ball with the other kids after practice was over.  Then he didn't want to put his coat on. 
Then he wanted to play on the playground. 
Then he screamed and screamed and screamed some more.
Nightmare. 

The second week he wanted to play basketball with the practicing girl's team. 
Then he didn't want to put his coat on. 
Then he wanted to play on the playground. 
Then he screamed and screamed and screamed.
I have hives just reliving the scene of the crime in words.

I don't like leaving floor hockey.

This is week three.  Joe and I have created a list with pictures to tell what "after floor hockey" looks like:

Tell Coach"Thank you".
Walk down the hallway.
Put on coat.
Walk to van and get buckled up.

We'll see how this goes. It being 5:00 P.M., the kid is hungry and tired, I can't blame him for acting like an ass...but that doesn't mean he should be allowed to act like an ass.  I hoping discussing, visualizing and reminding said hockey player about what we do after practice will help him out a little.

And help this Mama too.

Cause this boy...

he loves him some floor hockey.

Workin' Smarter, Not Harder

After a recent snow, Joe and I were using kid-sized shovels to clear off the patio.  After a bit, Joe exclaimed "Wait Mama.  I got an iDEA!"

 

 

 

"Dis way we can push even MORE SNOW. Dat pretty good idea, right Mama?" 

This child of mine...he's a thinker.

Note the mismatched mittens...that's how she rolls.

hat from Aunt Kayrn, 4th generation Magee boots

Her Future's So Bright

Truly, the child comes up with this stuff on her own.

 I was in the bedroom during Julie's early sunny morning painting session as I heard her repeatedly calling "Maaaaaama! Put da SHADE down..maMA! PUT DA SHADE DOWN!" When I finally made it back to the kitchen, Julie had remedied the problem herself.



 

Her future's so bright, she's gotta wear shades.

The A Team

This is what happens when it's too icy outside to play.

This is what happens when you've got some time on your hands.

This is what happens when cool people like the Beck Family hand down their cool toys.

This is what happens when those cool toys are a pair of racing goggles and a telescope.

This is what happens when you leave electrical tape around the house.

This is what happens when your mom says "Suuure, what the hay".

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

He loves it when a plan comes together.

 

Thoughts From Joe

There is lots for a person to think about after they finishing pooping.  Here in our household we try to simplify things.

Wipe it up.
Pull it up.
Flush it up.
Wash it up.

Traditionally, Joe forgets to flush it up.  I continue to remind him, trying keep him in the rhythm of a routine so it becomes seamless, no thought needed.  This morning, Joe had his own idea:

Joe: Mommy, we need a poop detector.
This Mama: What is a poop detector?
Joe: You know, when it knows there is poop in the towyet it BEEPS!  Dat way you don't forget to FLUSH IT!
This Mama: Boy, Joe, you ARE a thinker.
Joe: Wait Mommy. I got a NOTHER idea.  Da POOP DETECTOR could have a yazer beam to know about da poop, then the towyet can FLUSH ITSELF!
This Mama:  speechless.

I would truly like a pee detector. Anytime anyone pees on the outside of the toilet, the floor, the cabinet, perhaps the wall...it would send a gentle shock to said pee-er, just a subtle reminder to WATCH WHERE YOU PEE.

Happy Birthday Mom!!

77 years old...and pushing on regardless. Love you Mom!



 

 

A Note Of Warning

I came across this blog last night and it is too important not to share.  I am one to say "Eh, it will never happen" and I usually ignore the little voice that warns me to take action.

Prepare yourself if you are going to read the whole blog post, otherwise get the gist and take care.  I feel this topic is important to animal lovers as well, take heed.

Today

Joe has been under the weather today so we have been lying low.  Since no one went to school, Julie has been lounging around all day wearing her tight-fitting leotard and tights.  This afternoon, she has been so whiny, sooooooo whiiiiiiinnnnnnnyyyyyyyy.  About 4pm I suggested that she take a bath.  As she undressed, it was then apparent why she has been so whiny.

Literally, her panties were all in a bunch.