I'd say it was much ado about nothing. But that's not quite the case. It was something, but it was not the thing we thought it was. That was good ... painful, but good.
Last Thursday morning I was busy writing when I heard a small voice call, "Mooommmm ... I need you." and I found Lillie curled up on the floor at the top of the stairs. "My stomach hurts right here," and she pointed to her lower right abdomen. "It hurts so bad I can't stand up."
After hemming and hawing, Ross took her to the emergency room for what we were sure was to be an appendectomy. 7 hours later they were back home. No appendectomy. It was a ruptured cyst. For which they could do nothing. The worst was over and my girl spent the next couple of days recuperating.
All's well that ends well. Another cliche we can attribute to Shakespeare and one I like much better than the opener.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 6, 2013
The End Of An Era
It ended with as little fanfare as it began.
Seven years ago I peeled out of a church service. Drove to Rockville and watched my girl skate around the ice like a baby giraffe; unsure of her legs and wobbly in all the parts of her body. Last weekend, we packed her back into our trusty steed (the gold minivan of her whole hockey career) and played the last game for the foreseeable future.
She lost the baby giraffe look long ago. Now she is commanding in net, sure of her body and how to use it to keep the other team from collecting points. She can't stop everything, but she can do quite a bit.
It's been a long strange trip, involving thousands of miles, camps each summer and an endless routine of practice, games, tryouts and training.
Her father photographed most of it. I was fortunate to manage a couple of her teams; so you could say, I managed about half of it. Managing was another round of form collecting, e-mails, information distribution.
We are all both sad that this is over and excited to see what is in store for us next. I, honestly, never thought it would last this long. I didn't know then the firey passion that could bloom in ice.
It is the end of a family era. One we enjoyed and even loved. Whatever will we do now?
Seven years ago I peeled out of a church service. Drove to Rockville and watched my girl skate around the ice like a baby giraffe; unsure of her legs and wobbly in all the parts of her body. Last weekend, we packed her back into our trusty steed (the gold minivan of her whole hockey career) and played the last game for the foreseeable future.
She lost the baby giraffe look long ago. Now she is commanding in net, sure of her body and how to use it to keep the other team from collecting points. She can't stop everything, but she can do quite a bit.
It's been a long strange trip, involving thousands of miles, camps each summer and an endless routine of practice, games, tryouts and training.
Her father photographed most of it. I was fortunate to manage a couple of her teams; so you could say, I managed about half of it. Managing was another round of form collecting, e-mails, information distribution.
We are all both sad that this is over and excited to see what is in store for us next. I, honestly, never thought it would last this long. I didn't know then the firey passion that could bloom in ice.
It is the end of a family era. One we enjoyed and even loved. Whatever will we do now?
Feb 4, 2013
Mother Worry
It seems as though no matter how old your children, you worry about them when they get sick. Lillie has been sick with something for over a week now and it's just not getting any better. She's lost her voice completely. This is torture for my talkative girl.
In other news, we are approaching the end of hockey. The end of the season and the end of our responsibility to it. I'm looking forward to having more time, but I will miss my role as a hockey mom :(
The Eye of Mom will now turn towards John. Not that it hasn't been in the past. But he will now be far more in focus than he might desire ;)
Next week I'll find some photos to post.
In other news, we are approaching the end of hockey. The end of the season and the end of our responsibility to it. I'm looking forward to having more time, but I will miss my role as a hockey mom :(
The Eye of Mom will now turn towards John. Not that it hasn't been in the past. But he will now be far more in focus than he might desire ;)
Next week I'll find some photos to post.
Feb 3, 2010
Hockey Winter Classic Family Style
So the other day I got this photo from my brother (of himself and his 6 yo son):
And he said this: "Are you ready to take on these two power forwards?"
To which I responded, "Think you can get a shot past this D and this goalie? Bring it on"
We are developing our own Mid-winter classic ... family style. What fun!
And he said this: "Are you ready to take on these two power forwards?"
To which I responded, "Think you can get a shot past this D and this goalie? Bring it on"
We are developing our own Mid-winter classic ... family style. What fun!
Well ... I'm Climbing Out Of My Hole
I kinda forgot about this space ... not that anyone ever reads it. But still ...
In any case. I'm back with more tales of silliness and fun from the LightHouse. 2009 was ... umm ... interesting. Yeah, that.
LightGirl finished up her season as a goalie for the girls with a 2nd place in the playoffs for their division in their league. Not too shabby. She tried out for a spot on the boys midget (under 16) team for the fall. And made it. We gathered our collective breaths over the summer.
This past fall, LightGirl started playing with the boys team (the Midget U16 Red team). She is the only girl on the team and shares the net with another boy. They are becoming good friends. She's had a difficult time gaining some of the other boys' respect, but has now come through the worst of it.
LightBoy continued with Trigger Time, his 4-H Marksmanship club, and has been doing really well. He spent his first full week away at a sleepover camp in August and loved it. He came home slightly bedraggled and befuddled and happy.
LightBoy is now Secretary for the Trigger Time 4-H club and has his own guns and set of bow & arrows. He has become a valued member of that community. His first competition of this year is in March.
We gained a new puppy in mid-September, our darling Legolas. We adopted him through a rescue operation called Lucky Dog. He sure is a lucky dog and we are lucky people to have him. We think he's part Pharaoh Hound and part something else ... but who knows what. He's a real love. This is an especially good thing, because about 6 weeks after he joined our family, our wonderful Sam crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went home. Unbeknownst to us, he'd had cancer for quite some time and died in surgery.
LightHusband's parents visited us for the week preceding Thanksgiving. It was a whirlwind visit. Capped by LightGirl's stellar performance in a tournament in Maryland. We also got to visit some cousins' near by.
I cannot decide if we ended 2009 or began 2010 with a bang. In any case, it was LightGirl's 16th birthday on January 1, 2010. We celebrated in style at a local Cajun restaurant with a Mardi Gras party complete with a zydeco band. What a fabulous time we all had. She is turning into a really wonderful young woman who I thoroughly enjoy spending time with.
So that sort of catches us up and maybe I'll do better from now on. No promises though.
In any case. I'm back with more tales of silliness and fun from the LightHouse. 2009 was ... umm ... interesting. Yeah, that.
LightGirl finished up her season as a goalie for the girls with a 2nd place in the playoffs for their division in their league. Not too shabby. She tried out for a spot on the boys midget (under 16) team for the fall. And made it. We gathered our collective breaths over the summer.
This past fall, LightGirl started playing with the boys team (the Midget U16 Red team). She is the only girl on the team and shares the net with another boy. They are becoming good friends. She's had a difficult time gaining some of the other boys' respect, but has now come through the worst of it.LightBoy continued with Trigger Time, his 4-H Marksmanship club, and has been doing really well. He spent his first full week away at a sleepover camp in August and loved it. He came home slightly bedraggled and befuddled and happy.
LightBoy is now Secretary for the Trigger Time 4-H club and has his own guns and set of bow & arrows. He has become a valued member of that community. His first competition of this year is in March.
We gained a new puppy in mid-September, our darling Legolas. We adopted him through a rescue operation called Lucky Dog. He sure is a lucky dog and we are lucky people to have him. We think he's part Pharaoh Hound and part something else ... but who knows what. He's a real love. This is an especially good thing, because about 6 weeks after he joined our family, our wonderful Sam crossed the Rainbow Bridge and went home. Unbeknownst to us, he'd had cancer for quite some time and died in surgery.LightHusband's parents visited us for the week preceding Thanksgiving. It was a whirlwind visit. Capped by LightGirl's stellar performance in a tournament in Maryland. We also got to visit some cousins' near by.
I cannot decide if we ended 2009 or began 2010 with a bang. In any case, it was LightGirl's 16th birthday on January 1, 2010. We celebrated in style at a local Cajun restaurant with a Mardi Gras party complete with a zydeco band. What a fabulous time we all had. She is turning into a really wonderful young woman who I thoroughly enjoy spending time with.
So that sort of catches us up and maybe I'll do better from now on. No promises though.
Jan 4, 2009
Dancing With Superstars
We watched Superstars of Dance with Lillie this evening. It was pretty much a disappointment. The music wasn't that great and the dances were very Americanized. Lillie called it at one point, "They won't get a very high score because the dance hasn't been Americanized enough." She was right.
We should have known what it would be about when we heard that Michael Flatley was the MC. There were a few standouts such as the woman from India who spent time dancing with Cirque du Soleil and the couple from Argentina who danced a fabulous tango. But it was otherwise fairly unremarkable. Kind of like franchise Mexican food ...
We should have known what it would be about when we heard that Michael Flatley was the MC. There were a few standouts such as the woman from India who spent time dancing with Cirque du Soleil and the couple from Argentina who danced a fabulous tango. But it was otherwise fairly unremarkable. Kind of like franchise Mexican food ...
Oct 7, 2008
Why I Homeschool - #73
This morning I vacuumed the livingroom.
And that's why I homeschool.
Really. It is. Of course, there's more to the story than that.
We've begun the history cycle over again this year and are returning to Ancient History. The kids are excited. They love the ancients. Lillie is a little bit miffed that she has to go so deep and begin with actually learning something about the roots of civilization, which involves a little bit of anthropology to begin with. But John gets to the meat right off. He's there, man, in the Fertile Crescent. Digging into maps and irrigation and goddess worship ... the whole deal. The Bronze Age.
I was vacuuming as he was doing some of his work. Well, I began vacuuming and then discovered that the beater bar was completely clogged. So I sat down to pull all the golden retriever fur, thread and other assorted mess out of the bar. It's a tedious task, but rewarding in the end. John wandered in as he completed his history assignment, "Mom, you know what I've always wondered? How come the Chinese always worshiped dragons but no one else did?" Caught up as I was in the spools of fur and thread, I had no answer for him, but immediately wandered down mental roads of future research possibilities. "Hmm, I don't know, John. That's a great question. We should look into that." He went to get some water and ask the same question of his sister, who replied, "I don't know. Maybe they had a few leftover dinosaurs there and that's how it started."
That's when I wished I'd had a tape recorder in the room. They had the most fabulous conversation about dinosaurs, and how some went extinct, how some might have been left, and become worship objects. They discovered fire in the process and fire breathing dragons came into being. They had forgotten I was in the other room, because I was out of sight pulling fuzz out of the vacuum cleaner. I can't remember it all or write it down and if I ask them about it, they'll look at me like I'm slightly nuts because it's a fairly normal conversation between the two of them. And it is.
And that's one of the reasons I homeschool. I love hearing and sparking those conversations. They are wonderful.
And that's why I homeschool.
Really. It is. Of course, there's more to the story than that.
We've begun the history cycle over again this year and are returning to Ancient History. The kids are excited. They love the ancients. Lillie is a little bit miffed that she has to go so deep and begin with actually learning something about the roots of civilization, which involves a little bit of anthropology to begin with. But John gets to the meat right off. He's there, man, in the Fertile Crescent. Digging into maps and irrigation and goddess worship ... the whole deal. The Bronze Age.
I was vacuuming as he was doing some of his work. Well, I began vacuuming and then discovered that the beater bar was completely clogged. So I sat down to pull all the golden retriever fur, thread and other assorted mess out of the bar. It's a tedious task, but rewarding in the end. John wandered in as he completed his history assignment, "Mom, you know what I've always wondered? How come the Chinese always worshiped dragons but no one else did?" Caught up as I was in the spools of fur and thread, I had no answer for him, but immediately wandered down mental roads of future research possibilities. "Hmm, I don't know, John. That's a great question. We should look into that." He went to get some water and ask the same question of his sister, who replied, "I don't know. Maybe they had a few leftover dinosaurs there and that's how it started."
That's when I wished I'd had a tape recorder in the room. They had the most fabulous conversation about dinosaurs, and how some went extinct, how some might have been left, and become worship objects. They discovered fire in the process and fire breathing dragons came into being. They had forgotten I was in the other room, because I was out of sight pulling fuzz out of the vacuum cleaner. I can't remember it all or write it down and if I ask them about it, they'll look at me like I'm slightly nuts because it's a fairly normal conversation between the two of them. And it is.
And that's one of the reasons I homeschool. I love hearing and sparking those conversations. They are wonderful.
Jun 15, 2008
Threats
For some reason these threats cause me to laugh uncontrollably …
“Shut your mouth, or I’ll kick you so hard you’ll be wearing your ass for a hat.”
and
“If you don’t do XXX, I rip your arm off and beat you with the wet end.”
They just make me giggle in the beginning because of their unreasonableness and then laugh out loud because I imagine a cartoon of actualness and the silliness begins to escalate in my head.
The wearing of an ass for a hat has been causing me no end of laughter for weeks now. Whether a human behind or a donkey, it matters not. I just laugh and laugh and laugh.
Most threats have the end result of making me laugh … because there is very little that most people can do to enforce the threat, other than wishful thinking. So I end up laughing. It usually gets me in trouble.
May 19, 2008
Homeschool Hilarity
The kids study history in sequential fashion and I supplement their curriculum with packets from Jackdaws. Jackdaws are replicas of original documents from a particular period in history that are organized around a particular subject. Right now J is working his way through a packet called California Gold Rush and is about the gold rush of 1848-1849. Today he asked to go outside and play, I responded by asking him, “How’s your gold mining going?” refering to his studies of the gold rush.
He replied, “My nose is clear, thank you. Now can I go outside?”
We all fell out laughing …
May 11, 2008
Pessimist?
Conversation overheard from the backseat the other day ...
"We can't wear that* out in public."
"Why not?"
"Mom said. Because she's a pessimist."
*"That" being a wrist cuff encircled with bullets. Mom can't abide it, because she's actually a pacifist and came to tears laughing in the front seat upon hearing the above exchange.
"We can't wear that* out in public."
"Why not?"
"Mom said. Because she's a pessimist."
*"That" being a wrist cuff encircled with bullets. Mom can't abide it, because she's actually a pacifist and came to tears laughing in the front seat upon hearing the above exchange.
Mar 7, 2008
Some Days ...
Some days I can handle this parenting thing. Other days I'm a mess.
Some days I love having older children that I can talk to and reason with; engage in political, historical, economical, etc. conversation ... Other days I miss holding the little squigglers on my lap.
Some days I know how to respond to my daughter when she rejects me. Other days I want my curly sue to throw her arms around my neck again.
Some days I delight in the man my son is becoming. Other days I miss the smiling happy toddler he once was.
Some days I can handle being a mother. Other days I want to turn in my resignation.
Some days I love having older children that I can talk to and reason with; engage in political, historical, economical, etc. conversation ... Other days I miss holding the little squigglers on my lap.
Some days I know how to respond to my daughter when she rejects me. Other days I want my curly sue to throw her arms around my neck again.
Some days I delight in the man my son is becoming. Other days I miss the smiling happy toddler he once was.
Some days I can handle being a mother. Other days I want to turn in my resignation.
Feb 26, 2008
Goalie Girl and Her Brother
Here's my girl ... playing between the pipes! This was a couple of weeks ago. But she's going to get another chance or two at a tournament in March.
Here's my boy ... loving every minute of it!
Dec 23, 2007
Mixed Up Memories
Grammy and Grampy (aka my parents) arrived this afternoon via the train. It was a much anticipated moment. We had to drive into DC to pick them up and that was fun ... really ... I mean it. It was. We drove past the National Christmas Tree and everything. It's from Vermont this year, so that glimpse was special too.
We arrived home to the comforting aroma of chili bubbling in the crockpot. All I needed to do was make cornbread and start rice for dinner. Which I did. It's my dad's birthday today. He's never been much for celebrating his birthday, but he gets a shy silly grin when we remember him and it's always been my job in the family to remember. I like that job. It's my princess joy.
We sat, ate, talked and laughed our way through dinner. And as we did, dinner yesterday came up. I'd made a childhood standard ... oven-fried chicken. I'd had it so often growing up, I really barely considered it above macaroni and cheese on the priority scale of entrees. But it seemed like the thing to make for dinner last night. So I did. Harumph. Ross declared it a meal fit for a king and has been whining ever since about my holding out on him for 20 years.
What. Ever. I relayed this story to my mother and she got a quizzical look on her face and said, "Did I make that before you left home?" Uh. yeah! About that time my father piped up with, "Hey, this chili is good, but I've never had it served over rice before."
This stopped me cold.
My father taught me to make chili. He taught me to use diced up stew beef or venison, depending on what is available at the time. He taught me to use a little maple syrup and other secret ingredients.
And he always. But always. Served it over rice!!
So we all fell out laughing at our mixed up memories ...
We arrived home to the comforting aroma of chili bubbling in the crockpot. All I needed to do was make cornbread and start rice for dinner. Which I did. It's my dad's birthday today. He's never been much for celebrating his birthday, but he gets a shy silly grin when we remember him and it's always been my job in the family to remember. I like that job. It's my princess joy.
We sat, ate, talked and laughed our way through dinner. And as we did, dinner yesterday came up. I'd made a childhood standard ... oven-fried chicken. I'd had it so often growing up, I really barely considered it above macaroni and cheese on the priority scale of entrees. But it seemed like the thing to make for dinner last night. So I did. Harumph. Ross declared it a meal fit for a king and has been whining ever since about my holding out on him for 20 years.
What. Ever. I relayed this story to my mother and she got a quizzical look on her face and said, "Did I make that before you left home?" Uh. yeah! About that time my father piped up with, "Hey, this chili is good, but I've never had it served over rice before."
This stopped me cold.
My father taught me to make chili. He taught me to use diced up stew beef or venison, depending on what is available at the time. He taught me to use a little maple syrup and other secret ingredients.
And he always. But always. Served it over rice!!
So we all fell out laughing at our mixed up memories ...
Dec 20, 2007
Catching Up
It's been far, far too long since I've posted anything here. Life's been far, far too busy and somehow chaotic. Not that I've actually gotten anything done, mind you. I just have a dizzy head.
Our Thanksgiving gatherings were joyous and fun. We had a grand time together and I'm finding those to be more and more filled with joy each time we have them. Here are a couple of pictures:
Our Thanksgiving gatherings were joyous and fun. We had a grand time together and I'm finding those to be more and more filled with joy each time we have them. Here are a couple of pictures:
Nov 16, 2007
... And We'll All Have Excema!
The painting and cleaning continue apace.
Six days til Thanksgiving. Four days until the first arrivals begin. First my sister-in-law and her family (three daughters, one husband) next Tuesday. Then my brother-in-law and his family (daughter, son, wife and aging dog) and my mother and father-in-law on Wednesday (with RV). All will be staying in or around our house.
Sixteen people. In or around our house.
Yep.
For the last week or so I've been all itchy. At first, it seemed like poison ivy. But I don't go outside much and all the poison ivy around here is dead. And the first eruption was on my back. So ... it's not poison ivy. Then (the hypochondriac me) I thought it was my liver shutting down. Because of course everyone has liver failure in the normal course of their life. It took a day or so for me to remind myself that liver failure also includes violent vomiting and, um, yellow skin. It's not liver failure.
After much discussion with Jennifer, we've concluded it's stress-related excema. Wonderful. Not that I'm under any stress or anything.
This morning Ross was discussing the plan for the house (the remaining painting and cleaning) and how we're going to get it done without so much stress (read me ... yelling stomping and crying, or conversely sitting on the sofa losing all will to live) and with more happiness. John replied, "Well if we don't do that then we'll all have excema!"
Yeah.
And did I mention that the day after Thanksgiving every single known to me in-law is coming for a party. All 35 of them.
Deargodinheaven, what have I done?
Six days til Thanksgiving. Four days until the first arrivals begin. First my sister-in-law and her family (three daughters, one husband) next Tuesday. Then my brother-in-law and his family (daughter, son, wife and aging dog) and my mother and father-in-law on Wednesday (with RV). All will be staying in or around our house.
Sixteen people. In or around our house.
Yep.
For the last week or so I've been all itchy. At first, it seemed like poison ivy. But I don't go outside much and all the poison ivy around here is dead. And the first eruption was on my back. So ... it's not poison ivy. Then (the hypochondriac me) I thought it was my liver shutting down. Because of course everyone has liver failure in the normal course of their life. It took a day or so for me to remind myself that liver failure also includes violent vomiting and, um, yellow skin. It's not liver failure.
After much discussion with Jennifer, we've concluded it's stress-related excema. Wonderful. Not that I'm under any stress or anything.
This morning Ross was discussing the plan for the house (the remaining painting and cleaning) and how we're going to get it done without so much stress (read me ... yelling stomping and crying, or conversely sitting on the sofa losing all will to live) and with more happiness. John replied, "Well if we don't do that then we'll all have excema!"
Yeah.
And did I mention that the day after Thanksgiving every single known to me in-law is coming for a party. All 35 of them.
Deargodinheaven, what have I done?
Nov 7, 2007
How Many Women ... ?
I have received this e-mail forward from two separate women in the past four days. The two women I received it from do not know each other and are from completely different parts of my life. It's very funny because it relates to the fact that I have been on a rant lately in my house that no. one. can. throw. trash. away!!!! Some of you may remember my kitchen rant about the papertowel tubes that remained on the counter for several days. Yeah ... that. So, in honor of my friends ...
Q: How many women does it take to change a light bulb?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Woman's Answer: One! ONLY ONE!!!!
And do you know WHY? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don't even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the darn light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CABINET for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE FREAKING LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE EVER PICKS UP OR CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP IN THE ENTIRE DAGGONE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS PLACE! AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHO CHANGES THE TOILET PAPER ROLL!!
I'm sorry. What was the question?
Q: How many women does it take to change a light bulb?
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Woman's Answer: One! ONLY ONE!!!!
And do you know WHY? Because no one else in this house knows HOW to change a light bulb! They don't even know that the bulb is BURNED OUT!! They would sit in the dark for THREE DAYS before they figured it out. And, once they figured it out, they wouldn't be able to find the darn light bulbs despite the fact that they've been in the SAME CABINET for the past 17 YEARS! But if they did, by some miracle of God, actually find them, 2 DAYS LATER, the chair they dragged to stand on to change the STUPID light bulb would STILL BE IN THE SAME SPOT!!!!! AND UNDERNEATH IT WOULD BE THE WRAPPER THE FREAKING LIGHT BULBS CAME IN!!! BECAUSE NO ONE EVER PICKS UP OR CARRIES OUT THE GARBAGE! IT'S A WONDER WE HAVEN'T ALL SUFFOCATED FROM THE PILES OF GARBAGE THAT ARE A FOOT DEEP IN THE ENTIRE DAGGONE HOUSE!! IT WOULD TAKE AN ARMY TO CLEAN THIS PLACE! AND DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON WHO CHANGES THE TOILET PAPER ROLL!!
I'm sorry. What was the question?
Nov 5, 2007
Player of the Week!
Whoooooooo Hoooo ... that would be my girl this week! I'm so dang proud of her I could just spit!!
Here's Coach's write up:
#94
This was not an easy choice because there were so many stand-out performances this week! But a goal was given to Lillie two weeks ago and this weekend it was apparent that Lillie had set her mind to accomplish it. Throughout the week, a new level of performance rose from #94 and it became apparent in Saturday afternoon’s game.
Lillie performed well as a first line wing, with a new command in puck handling and protection. Her growing capability gives our team a new line combination option and Lillie was asked to center our “Checking” line on Sunday. To say she was successful is an understatement: Lillie’s line shut-out the opponent; doing the job they were tasked with. Lillie Andrews is in her “breakout” season. Look for great things to happen!
She is doing so well ...
Hah! And now we know what she can do, we'll have to see if some of this doggedness, persistence and determination can transfer to her ... schoolwork!
Nov 1, 2007
Non Sequitur
Driving home from hockey practice the other night. Lillie and friend in middle row of seats. John in way back. It's dark out. Voice from the back,
"Mom! Dad! I saw a deer on the side of the road!"
Ross, responding in kind, "That's cool, John. Was it alive?"
"I don't know, but it was dead."
Mindless chatter continued without abating from middle row as parents attempt (without avail) to control laughter. Just how do you respond to that?
"Mom! Dad! I saw a deer on the side of the road!"
Ross, responding in kind, "That's cool, John. Was it alive?"
"I don't know, but it was dead."
Mindless chatter continued without abating from middle row as parents attempt (without avail) to control laughter. Just how do you respond to that?
Oct 31, 2007
All Hallows Eve
Today is the day ...
Trick or treating for LightBoy in the guise of Fimli, Gimli's second cousin (that is, a dwarf of MiddleEarth). He is beyond excited. I'm not certain what beyond excited is, but he's there.
LightGirl, on the other hand, has hockey practice. But things are are looking up for her too. She is, for the first time since late June, playing in the goal for practice. We think her knee can manage that. It's a short practice. She is also excited. I put together goodie bags for the girls who eschew trick or treating to come to practice. This is a surprise for them. It is also possible that I've put too much candy into these bags. I tried to balance it out with some lip gloss and nail polish and CoachWonderWoman is adding some sillystring (and more candy). But after all, Halloween really is all about the candy.
Here's LightGirl with GoalieGirl ... our new goalie. Yes, she is wearing LightGirl's jersey. She borrowed it for team photos that were taken last night as her red jersey has not yet arrived. They have become really good friends.
Oct 22, 2007
My Two Hockey Players
John ... in his first game. Notice the position of the puck; the focus of the other four players. The coach had just called out, "Get it John! The puck is yours!" In typical fashion he looked for the puck in the air.
Lillie ... skating at the Kettler Arena. This was during warm-ups for a game. She is sooo happy. I can't imagine how she manages to play this game. It's constantly amazing to me.
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