And now, the Weekend Update.
I hear Don Pardo in my head introducing Dennis Miller on Saturday Night Live...
The circus trip went well - N. had a blast, he had a crazy-good time with his cousins and now he wants to buy a pool table (his grandpa has a pool table), and kept talking about elephant poo.
We rented Zack and Miri Make a Porno on Friday night and got pizza from Amante, which is always yummy - we stayed up way too late, but didn't manage to sleep in the next day, which was mildly tragic. We had a good breakfast out, and then A. went to play soccer for the first time in 5 years.
When N. was 3 months old, A. went out one Saturday morning to play soccer, as he usually did when we were in town. He called me while he was on his way back, and said 'I need you to meet me in the driveway, I'm in big trouble,' so I threw on his boots and some warm clothes (it was December) and went out to the driveway to wait. He drove up, although how he didn't wreck I'll never know, and more or less collapsed out of the truck. I helped him in to the house and back to our room, where N. was asleep in his crib. He told me that he had collided with someone else's forehead when they both tried to head the ball at the same time. Ask him to tell you the story sometime, but the short-ish version is that he got to ride in an ambulance to the hospital. It turned out that he had broken something like 5 bones in his face, and wound up having plastic/reconstructive surgery the next week.
Anyway, after that, I wouldn't let him play soccer unless he started playing with his mom's team (known as the 'Old Farts' in our family), a pick-up game that has been ongoing for at least 20 years, and probably much longer. So he finally got to the point where he was willing to play with them, and he had a free Saturday, so off he went. He played with his usual abandon, and has been really stiff, tired, and sore ever since. Obviously he'll go back as soon as he can...
Fast-forward to this morning - he's been moaning about being sore, so he asked his mom how she felt, and she said she was doing great! I just about fell over laughing at the look of dismay on my poor husband's face.
I did some hanging out with my mom at the mall and the library, and I looked at the summer camp offerings that were arrayed at the mall. We've worked out a pretty good schedule for camps and stuff- no academic camps yet, really, just exercise and sport camps. He'll have a blast, I'm sure. A. went to pick up the boy from lunch-after-the-circus, and hung out with them there for a while.
I got my mom to drop me off at home, but I couldn't bear to go inside, so I pruned my apple trees (January/February is the perfect time to do it) and puttered around in the yard until the guys got home. A. and I ate dinner, but since N. had a late lunch, he wasn't interested. We couldn't get him in to bed until his normal bedtime, though.
I had the grumpies for the rest of the evening for various reasons, but the stern taskmaster N. got me pried up off the couch and on to the Wii Fit to do Super Hula Hoops for 6 minutes. It did, in fact, make me feel better, although I really didn't want it to.
Today, After bagels, we went rock climbing and monkey-bar-ing. N. unfortunately had a melt-down at the rock climbing wall, due to eating a scant breakfast and a really early dinner the night before, so we went home to eat. A. went off to do a tree job for ladyhelwynn, so I'll let her tell you about that. N. played Wii for a while and I puttered. I got a good start on the taxes, but I'm missing some piece of the puzzle - I've got all of my paperwork, but I think didn't plug something in correctly, since I'm a bit mystified as to why we're not getting more back. Then N. decided he wanted to go outside, so out he went, and then out I went, and Astrid too, so we biked around the block a few times for her walk and then decided we wanted to go swimming. We biked to the swimming pool and swam for a while, then biked home.
My dad called this evening, for no particular reason, and we had a very pleasant chat. It is distressing to hear about how much worse the economy is in Louisiana than it is here, and that my old schoolmate is being such a lousy leader. We ranted and raved about intelligent design for a while, too.
A. didn't get home from ladyhelwynn's until after 9, and he's even more tired and more sore. He's also mad at himself, although after analyzing the tree story, I've concluded that he absolutely did the best he could and it was just a freak accident...
and with that teaser, I'm off! Hope everyone else had an excellent weekend.
The circus trip went well - N. had a blast, he had a crazy-good time with his cousins and now he wants to buy a pool table (his grandpa has a pool table), and kept talking about elephant poo.
We rented Zack and Miri Make a Porno on Friday night and got pizza from Amante, which is always yummy - we stayed up way too late, but didn't manage to sleep in the next day, which was mildly tragic. We had a good breakfast out, and then A. went to play soccer for the first time in 5 years.
When N. was 3 months old, A. went out one Saturday morning to play soccer, as he usually did when we were in town. He called me while he was on his way back, and said 'I need you to meet me in the driveway, I'm in big trouble,' so I threw on his boots and some warm clothes (it was December) and went out to the driveway to wait. He drove up, although how he didn't wreck I'll never know, and more or less collapsed out of the truck. I helped him in to the house and back to our room, where N. was asleep in his crib. He told me that he had collided with someone else's forehead when they both tried to head the ball at the same time. Ask him to tell you the story sometime, but the short-ish version is that he got to ride in an ambulance to the hospital. It turned out that he had broken something like 5 bones in his face, and wound up having plastic/reconstructive surgery the next week.
Anyway, after that, I wouldn't let him play soccer unless he started playing with his mom's team (known as the 'Old Farts' in our family), a pick-up game that has been ongoing for at least 20 years, and probably much longer. So he finally got to the point where he was willing to play with them, and he had a free Saturday, so off he went. He played with his usual abandon, and has been really stiff, tired, and sore ever since. Obviously he'll go back as soon as he can...
Fast-forward to this morning - he's been moaning about being sore, so he asked his mom how she felt, and she said she was doing great! I just about fell over laughing at the look of dismay on my poor husband's face.
I did some hanging out with my mom at the mall and the library, and I looked at the summer camp offerings that were arrayed at the mall. We've worked out a pretty good schedule for camps and stuff- no academic camps yet, really, just exercise and sport camps. He'll have a blast, I'm sure. A. went to pick up the boy from lunch-after-the-circus, and hung out with them there for a while.
I got my mom to drop me off at home, but I couldn't bear to go inside, so I pruned my apple trees (January/February is the perfect time to do it) and puttered around in the yard until the guys got home. A. and I ate dinner, but since N. had a late lunch, he wasn't interested. We couldn't get him in to bed until his normal bedtime, though.
I had the grumpies for the rest of the evening for various reasons, but the stern taskmaster N. got me pried up off the couch and on to the Wii Fit to do Super Hula Hoops for 6 minutes. It did, in fact, make me feel better, although I really didn't want it to.
Today, After bagels, we went rock climbing and monkey-bar-ing. N. unfortunately had a melt-down at the rock climbing wall, due to eating a scant breakfast and a really early dinner the night before, so we went home to eat. A. went off to do a tree job for ladyhelwynn, so I'll let her tell you about that. N. played Wii for a while and I puttered. I got a good start on the taxes, but I'm missing some piece of the puzzle - I've got all of my paperwork, but I think didn't plug something in correctly, since I'm a bit mystified as to why we're not getting more back. Then N. decided he wanted to go outside, so out he went, and then out I went, and Astrid too, so we biked around the block a few times for her walk and then decided we wanted to go swimming. We biked to the swimming pool and swam for a while, then biked home.
My dad called this evening, for no particular reason, and we had a very pleasant chat. It is distressing to hear about how much worse the economy is in Louisiana than it is here, and that my old schoolmate is being such a lousy leader. We ranted and raved about intelligent design for a while, too.
A. didn't get home from ladyhelwynn's until after 9, and he's even more tired and more sore. He's also mad at himself, although after analyzing the tree story, I've concluded that he absolutely did the best he could and it was just a freak accident...
and with that teaser, I'm off! Hope everyone else had an excellent weekend.