Our five year old recently approached his mother and said, "Mom, one minus two is negative one."
My first two blogs are about baseball and theology. This blog is about the third category of life... everything else.
Our five year old recently approached his mother and said, "Mom, one minus two is negative one."
Just before our youngest's fourth birthday, I was talking to him about the upcoming day. He said, "When I'm five, I'll have five candles on my cake. And when I'm a hundred million, I'll be as tall as the ceiling."
When our three year old doesn't like something, he often uses the phrase, "I hate every of it."
Our three year old was talking with me about car colors. "Dad, your car is shampoo." He meant "champagne."
Our kids have had a bout with the flu this week. Our three year old declared his health thus, "I'm unsick."
Two of our kids were discussing who would get to play video games first, and included me in the conversation. I concluded that our nine year old could play for half an hour, then it would be our five year old's turn. The younger objected to the decision with the following:
Our nine year old to our five year old: "You have short-term memory loss."
Me to my three year old: "Did your brother take his folder?"
Mrs. Scott placed our three year old on top of the kitchen counter to cuff his pants. He said, "Look at me. How tall am I?" I replied, "You're the tallest one in our family!" He countered, "No, I amn't."
As we were driving by the street where Mrs. Scott's grandmother lived 30 years ago, I noted it to our 8 year old: "You never knew your great grandmother."
This is a post. It's been a long time since there has been a post here. But this IS a post. It may not look like one, but it is. I've neglected this blog, and Mrs. Scott has hinted that it may be hijacked. We'll have to wait and see.
Mrs. Scott had the tape measure out to size something up. As she walked past our three year old's toy car in the driveway he asked, "Mommy, can you see how measure my car is?"
Our two year old today as I told him someday he, too, would take showers:
Today, our five year old got four hits in his pee-wee game, out eight year old caught a lizard at the fields and our two year old carried the bag for his toddler-sized fold out chair with purpose. Sometimes it's just the small things.
Before our youngest turned two, he was saying "da'yy tah" for "daddy's car." I posted about this previously. Now that he's older, he has no problem pronouncing it correctly. A couple of days ago we went out the front door and my car was parked in the driveway. "Da'yy Tah!" he proclaimed. Then he turned around with a big smile on his face and said, "I used to say that."
Mrs. Scott was coughing (the result of a waning cold) and exclaimed, "I hate coughing." Our eight year old proclaimed, "Coughing is a sport that makes you sweat."
We have several open space areas near where we live that I take the older kids occasionally. These are hilly areas that have been open for ever and have been turned into parks with little human intervention. So far, we've seen a coyote, hawks, snake skins, pheasants, field mice, lizards, cows and jack rabbits. Neither kid has seen all of these, yet.
Our two year old asked Mrs. Scott which letter was the middle letter of the alphabet.
When something, such as an article of clothing, doesn't fit our two year old, he says, "It's too fit for me."
The cousins were over recently, and when they were leaving, our eight year old came out of nowhere with the following question, whispered in my ear: "Dad, how do you say 'good bye' in French?" He butchered it, but oh, well.
Not only has our two year old taught himself the alphabet, he's figured out the first letter of each of our family member's names. He says, "M is for mommy. D is for daddy," and so on, including for his own name and the name of his brothers. We never set him up to think like this, he just did it.
With no input from parents, our two year old taught himself the alphabet with the Blue's Clues Alphabet Power DVD in just under two weeks. Now he notices letters everywhere and calls them out. He's scary.
As we exited the house to head down the stairs, our two year old handed me his sippy cup in order to grab the hand rail. "Can you put this in your purse?"
Our two year old: "Dad, what's today?"
Mrs. Scott to all the boys: "All you guys need haircuts again."
Our two year old said "bapple" for the longest time as his word for "apple." He has started saying, "What bappened?" Even though you want him to say "What happened?" correctly (eventually), it's still cute to hear him use his own word.
Mrs. Scott: "Are you watching this game?"
I was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons with our two year old. Suddenly during a commercial, he stated, "We'll be back, right after this." Is this a good thing? He really doesn't watch much TV, so maybe it's fine.
I said to my two year old (with Mrs. Scott listening): "You're my son."
A few days ago, we headed up Mt. Diablo (3849 ft.) to see the snow. The huge winter storm now sweeping across the nation hit us (San Fran) first. We don't normally get snow at near sea level, so this one was one to take the kids up the mountain. It was great snow, 3-6 inches deep. Multitudes went up the mountain. It was our kids' first time being in the snow.
I don't know what our two year old was talking about specifically, but he said, "I have to figure out if the batteries work in it. I have to look at it and check it out."
Our two year old and I were goofing around and I said, "You've got a little nose right there on your face." He replied, "Daddy has a big nose." Even if it's not coming from a two year old, it's still true.
Our two year old simply gives the greatest hugs in the world. I often tell him this. So today he gives me a hug and I tell him I loved his hug. He replied, "The greatest hugs in the world."
Mrs. Scott to a whiny two year old: "Use your words."
"I hate the Yankees!" So said our four year old during the World Series. Now, in our house we direct our wrath toward the Dodgers, being Giants fans. So, how did a four year old come up with such a universal sentiment?
Our two year old was lying down with Mrs. Scott, and he had his stuffed Elmo with him. He wanted to sit Elmo down and said to her, "Fold him in half." Where does a two year old get the idea of folding something in half?
From the back seat of my car, our two year old said, "Daddy, your car isn't gross anymore." "Not gross?" "Not anymore."
Our two year old (27 months) to Mrs. Scott, two weeks after moving:
At the store my two oldest had this exchange:
Overhearing our four year old from the back seat:
I was calling our new house from our old one, and there's a phone with built-in answering machine. Our four year old has never had experience with an answering machine. I left a message for the owner and he could hear my voice. He stared at it and answered, "That's weird."
Tonight, while changing our two year old into jammies, he called me the Jammie Monster.
On the way home from our almost eight year old's soccer game tonight, with best friend next door neighbor with us, Mrs. Scott started a verbal math and spelling flash card run. It was a fun way to help the kids out with their learning. What's 8 plus 7? How do you spell "water?"
Our two year old is so large, there's only one place we've been able to find diapers for him. Babies R Us. They have pictures of Sesame Street characters, Elmo, Big Bird, Grover, Ernie and Cookie Monster. His favorite - the only one he wants to wear - is the diaper with Elmo on it. He gets smiley when he sees his favorites and says, "Muhlmo diaper."
The buckle was stuck as Mrs. Scott tried to secure our 26 month old in his car seat. She asked herself, "I wonder what's wrong?" He replied, "Maybe it's backwards."
Each of our little ones has had a funny way of saying the color yellow. Now it's our youngest's turn. After Luhllow and Yewwow, we now hear Yeyyow.
We took a trip to San Diego recently. Our kids love Eggo waffles, and we went to the beach, so if you have waffles on the beach and get sand on them, you have Sandy Eggo's.
Our two year old's nickname is Hooch. When his personality really shines through, we say he has his Hooch on. I wrote about this here. The other day, he woke up early and came in and climbed in bed. He was overly happy and not cranky at all, and was pouring it on. So, I asked him, "You got your Hooch on?" He replied, "You got your dad on!" He's only 26 months old. Scary.
When your four year old not only says that he wants to take showers instead of baths, but wants to take them by himself, and he does a good job, you don't complain.
"Hey, you got barbecue sauce in my diet Pepsi."
Our two year old has been having too frequent diaper changes and has a rash as a result. So the last few diaper changes I told him, "We're putting medicine on it to make it feel better." Tonight he replied, "It's working!"
He's only 25 months old. Last night at the dinner table: "Please pass it." This morning on a brother's choice of movies: "It's a stupid movie. It's a stupid movie." Then when his older brother said, "Shut the freak up!," he replied, "No, you shut the freak up."
Our two year old is anything but a squirt. As big as he is, he's grown an inch and a half over the last two months. Time for some new clothes.
I cooked Top Ramen tonight for the kids, with some leftovers from last night. Our seven year old came into the kitchen and commented on how much he loved the noodles, and that they were his third most loved thing in his life. I asked what the first two were, and he said, "The second is my parents. And the first is Jesus." I'm glad my kid thinks more highly of me than Top Ramen.
"Daddy, where does the president of the United States live?" asked our four year old from the back seat.
Our two year old distinguishes between mommy and daddy's things as often as he can. He'll exclaim, "Mommy's car!", followed by, "Daddy's car!", repeating this several times. He says, "Mommy's clock!", and "Daddy's clock!", etc., for our clock radios on each night stand. Hats, shoes, chairs at the table.
Every small child learns one color first. Our two year old has started learning his colors. Yellow was his first a couple of weeks ago and now he's learned red and black. Our oldest and second learned orange first. Orange, orange, yellow.
Oygurt, yoigwit and yogeet are the three names our little ones have used for yogurt as toddlers. Our oldest used yogeet, and we remember how funny that was. Now his brothers have matched him for pronunciation.
Cross posted at From the Bleachers.
Each of my children have used the same term to label something I like. They use "daddy's cookies." Those would be Trader Joe's triple ginger snaps. They like them, too.
Last night we had a family night out, and were out later than usual. Mrs. Scott admonished us all, "Everybody sleep in until ten o'clock tomorrow!" At 9:56 this morning, our two year old came in and asked for a "bar," a granola bar. Pretty close timing.
Our two year old calls M&M's, "Emm." So Mrs. Scott and I tried to get him to say "M&M." "Emm," he kept replying. We laughed. So Mrs. Scott said, "Say emm twice." "Emm twice." Okay, nevermind.
With his brothers and next door neighbor in his room, our seven year old was exclaiming, "Hey, guys, be quiet or I'll die!" Afterward we understood that he meant that his guy would die on the video game because they were distracting him.
Our youngest son is now two years old. In preparation for his birthday, this last week Mrs. Scott and I taught him to respond to the question, "How old are you?" with the answer, "Two." He's doing great at this, and both birthday parties (on both sides of the family) were a time of giving everybody some good laughs with his new means of self-advertisement. He hasn't succeeded in holding up two fingers yet, but boldly thrusts out one finger with his excited proclamation of "Two!"
Our four year old and Mrs. Scott were having a deep conversation over some freshly finished hard boiled eggs. Copying his mom, our nearly two year old said in as plain and clear speech as we've ever heard, "They're not chickens."
Upon entering a large parking lot full of cars, our seven year old said, "God has a lot of toy cars." After Mrs. Scott asked for a clarification, he added, "All of our cars are his. Sometimes he causes them to crash. He has a million fingers so he can drive them around."
Our four year old: "Mom, did you know that Costco is the cousin of Trader Joe's?"
It was warm the other day, and a bit hot inside the car. Our four year old blurted out, "Turn on the conditionator." That would be A/C for short. :)
Today was our first grader's last day of school. They had an awards ceremony, and he won an award for turning in all of his homework for the entire school year. Unknown to us, he told his teacher that his mom should get the award because she made him do his homework. Then tonight at dinner, we both praised him for the feat. He replied, "It's your fault, mom."
Our 23 month old will occasionally pull his hat down over his eyes, or close himself in a dark closet, in order to say, "Can't see!" This is good fun for him.
Our four year old has a practice of raiding the fridge all day long. He's wired not as a three meal per day kid, but as a grazer. We're okay with this. Yeah, he has some junk food snacks, but mostly he eats fruits and veggies. Cherry tomatoes, cucumbers, carrots, apples, mushrooms, yogurt. But there are times when all the kids are sent away from the kitchen. When mom is making dinner, when there's a spill, when we're at the other end of the house and can't keep an eye on it. Yesterday, during one of those times, our four year old remarked with a sigh, "I need my own refrigerator."
Mrs. Scott arrived back from getting a hot chocolate. Our four year old wanted to taste it, and Mrs. Scott warned him of the temperature. He revealed "It tastes like hot sauce." Hot sauce?
I hate flies in my house. So I've learned a number of techniques over the years to shoe them out of the house. Well it appears that one of my boys has been watching. Our doors have been unavoidably open recently, so the fly count is high. Mrs. Scott said I would be proud how our four year old used a tissue to remove two flies from the living room window yesterday. Way to go, Boo-Boo!
Mrs. Scott remarked about our two youngest: "You guys are Tweedledum and Tweedledee."
Our 22 month old said, "Girl friend" - or so I thought. "Girl friend?" I asked. He approached me with a Tupperware container full of Goldfish crackers. "Ohhhh, you mean Gold fish?" I asked. Suddenly a burst of laughter came from Mrs. Scott in the back room as she heard him say "girl friend" too.
I turned the tube on this weekend to the Giants/Dodgers game and went into the other room briefly. Our 22 month old walked in and saw the TV. "Home run, daddy, home run!" I don't know why he chose those words to describe a game on TV, but it was as cute as could be.
Some kids say the F-word. When they are young, they may not know what it means. They just hear it from their friends and it sounds impressive so they use it, too. I learned the f-word when I was four. Well, our oldest loves art and is quite active at drawing, and has a creative mind.
There was a pool of liquid on the floor and a wet shirt on our 22 month old as he stood next to the liquid.
Our 22 month old had a verbal increase this week. Sentences suddenly started coming out. I told him to sit down so I could put his shoes on. "I'll sit down here, daddy, I'll sit down." Or, in the bath tub with his brother out came, "My turn. My turn, daddy, wash me now." Scary.
All three of our boys have started speaking "daddy" with a silent double D at the end. "Tah" is toddlespeak for "car." Our 22 month old says "mo'yy tah" for "mommy's car" also. It won't be long before he majors in English.
Our seven year old found a lizard in the usual place. We have "keystone" concrete blocks stacked up as the barrier for the tan bark in the play area in the back yard. They hide there underneath the blocks. Later, he put it into the sand box, and all three boys were huddled around looking at its new temporary habitat. Junior scientists.
Somebody is living in the house across the street. We think. It was a foreclosure, then bought by somebody rumored to have known another neighbor at some time in the past. Work was done on it by a number of people, and some of those people stayed there while working on it. Now a woman who has been around calling the shots appears to be there. She wears scrubs. Is she in medical? Maybe someday we'll introduce ourselves.
At the baseball game today our seven year old said:
Mrs. Scott made Chinese food for dinner, and gave me a pair of chopsticks. Our two oldest wanted a pair, too. Our seven year old wanted to try to use them despite my most convincing protest against the idea. But, he turned the tables and learned to use them decently within ten minutes. Never trust anybody under thirty.
Our seven year old in the middle of eating a cheeseburger: "That's all I'm going to eat right now. I'll wait until I burp. Then I'll come back to eat some more."
Okay, looking out the other door...
Mr. Anthony was over this evening, and all the boys took turns hitting his pitching in the back yard after dinner. It was getting dark, so seeing was difficult. Even foam baseballs can tire a man's arm to the point of calling the bullpen. Mr. Scott in relief.
Overlooking the city streets of downtown San Francisco on a Sunday morning, I left our fifth floor hotel room to get us coffees from the Starbucks located downstairs at street level. Waiting for my order, I noticed a man and woman sitting at a window bar with a view of the sidewalk. The man had a terracotta leather jacket draped over his chair. It was a European style coat, with white racing stripes stretching down the sleeves. "Tourist" I thought to myself.
Our four year old doesn't use the term "chips 'n' salsa." Rather, he refers to the snack as "chips 'n' sauce."
Our seven year old: "Mom, can I get a hat with skulls on it?"
Mr. and Mrs. Scott together: "Don't play with that."
Our 21 month old is learning to speak. When he doesn't want or like something he starts by saying, "No likey." The following is an interpretation guide:
Our seven year old, in a hushed tone: "Mom, when is daddy going to get a new job?"
Our seven year old wanted a buzz cut, so that's what he got. Yeah, it's short. Personally I think he looks better with longer hair (relatively speaking), but it doesn't look bad at all. Maybe we should let it grow out like is becoming the fad once again. Seventies, dude!
Our youngest has learned his nickname, Hooch. He yells it out with enthusiasm, "Hoooooooo!" Yeah, mommy and daddy, that's me.
"Dad, you're treating me like a baby." So says our seven year old on occasion. I admit I'm so used to saying "mommy" or "daddy" that using "mom" or "dad", just as he now does, will take some practice. Especially in mixed company of toddlers and small children of various ages. Explaining concepts in more adult terms is also something I need to work on.
Our 20 month old's nickname is Hoocha, or The Hooch. Hooch for short. Whenever he exhibits his being a character to an extended degree, we sometimes ask him, "Got your Hooch on?"
Mrs. Scott to me about something in particular: "You can't have it both ways."
Last week I took our seven year old up to the top of Mt. Diablo. We looked out at the view, and hiked around the summit trail. On our hike, he said, "Dad, this is the greatest day ever."
Mrs. Scott at our four year old's pee-wee baseball opening ceremony: "Do you need to go to the bathroom before we go?"
Mrs. Scott: "That was a good thing that you did. Are you a good boy?"
Our 20 month old fell asleep in the car on the way back from Mrs. Scott's shopping adventure, so I transported him from the car to our bed where he stayed asleep. About an hour later as I was sitting at the chair in our room, he awoke, looked around the room and said, "Back...home."
Our four year old had his first pee-wee baseball practice game. He was slated by the coach to be the starting catcher. The title was his response. Read more details at my baseball blog.
I had a birthday this week. My seven year old son drew his own birthday card for me. It read, "Happy Birthday. You rock, dad."
For some reason, the Bernie Mac show was on our TV, and our four year old told Mrs. Scott, "This is the Bernie Mac show." "Where did you learn about the Bernie Mac show?", she replied. "I know stuff."
In the back seat of Mrs. Scott's car, after coming to a light, our two oldest had an argument over the meaning of a yellow signal light.
Little Caesar. No, not pizza, silly. Salad.
I lost my job on Tuesday, and didn't go to work on Wednesday. Our seven year old asked if I were sick. Mrs. Scott said no. Tonight we sat him down to explain our situation and he was one step ahead of us. Kids know way more than we give them credit for.
Our 19 month old opened the cupboard, got some cereal out, poured it into a bowl, opened the fridge and got the milk out, poured it onto the cereal. Then he opened the silverware drawer and reached his hand up into the drawer (not being able to see that high), grabbed a spoon out, then sat down in his chair at the table and ate his cereal. He sees many things his older brothers do, and I'm sure he's seen quite a bit of cereal prep. Nineteen months old.
Our 19 month old is saying words now, and grandma taught him to count to four. I just love seeing our kids grow into the next phases of life. Wow.
I'm sitting here awake, already having slept several hours on the couch, and I'm going to bed. Just as I was wondering what to type, I heard the train, which is less than a mile away and can be seen from the front yard. We have two train tracks going through town, so the train can be heard quite often.
Our middle son just turned four. He's often heard replying to people who ask that he is seven. I think he's taking this from his older brother. But, he's got the holding four fingers up thing down.
Our 18 month old is saying words, but mostly parts of words. One syllable of a word, if all the sounds are there. Recently he has begun putting two words together every now and then into a phrase. But yesterday he spoke his first complete sentence. "Press play."
Early in the morning I was in the bathroom getting ready for work. Mrs. Scott was in there talking to me about each of our schedules for the day. Then walked in our youngest. He was holding an apple. Mrs. Scott asked him, "where did you get that?" As he raised it to his mouth, I could see a small trench he had dug into the surface of the apple that stretched half the way around the other side.
Our seven year old received a belated Christmas present from a family member. It was a radio controlled "jet" plane made by the Estes rocket people. It has an internal turbo fan engine rather than a propeller on the nose. Just battery operated, no burning fuel.
Our little Hooch was playing inside the drapes, twirling himself around. When he came out, he twirled his eye into the corner of the table. He's got a pretty good shiner on the side of his eye. Ouch!
Our seven year old son turned his top bunk into a jungle. He drew several dozen vines on paper and hung them up from the ceiling. He has decorated the entire bunk and the walls with jungle theme and placed lizards and other jungle toy animals around. He also put up an entire set of glow in the dark insects. Pretty cool. It keeps him off the street.
Children grow in quantum leaps. Our 18 month old is no exception. Just yesterday, he took the next step in a number of different areas. Mrs. Scott offered him a fork to eat food, and he responded not only with a word, but with two. "No, poon!", was his response, referring to a spoon. He started getting into new things, started pressing new buttons on things, repeated words to his bedtime songs. He usually takes my lunch box to the kitchen when I get home. Last night he also unzipped it and put everything away.
New Years' was fairly uneventful. Mrs. Scott is sick and the kids stayed up late, but our oldest crapped out about 15 minutes too early. Our neighborhood is usually a hot bed of fireworks and barrel bombs, but this year was wimpy. There wasn't even anybody to share the bottle of champagne my boss gave me last Christmas. Maybe next year. Hey, next year is today!
Our oldest got a Star Wars Lego set for Christmas, complete with both white and black stormtroopers. There's also a Darth Vader and Han Solo. Well, his kid brother accidentally stepped on Han Solo and decapitated him. Now he's Head Solo.
Friends of ours are having a baby, so we're watching their kids. At the lunch table, one three year old says to the other kids, "Hey, have you gone to Power Rangers dot com? They have lots of good video games." Kids, these days.
Our three year old dropped something on the floor at dinner. He crawled under the table to get it, but... "I'm stuck!....I got it. I pulled my head out."
Everybody's coughing in our house. It's music. Or maybe anti-music. When three kids cough in their sleep during the night, it's hard to think the house isn't under attack by aliens or something. It's a good thing we bought stock in Kleenex.
Our one year old now weighs more than our almost four year old. This should be interesting in the next few years.
Ouch. Our seventeen month old can scale his older brothers' bunk bed foot boards and make it to the top bunk. Yesterday he did it three times within five minutes. The totally scary thing is that he can't even sit in a chair at the dining room table or be on his brother's lower bunk without taking thumping spills to the floor every so often, several times per day. We had to take immediate action and cover the hand and foot holds and make the other kids scale up via an added on ladder I put on when we assembled it. He has the adventure without the skills yet.
Every year we have a family tradition. Our silver maple in the front yard turns a beautiful red in the fall. The leaves fall on the lawn. So, we rake up all the leaves into a great big pile and the kids jump in and play. They throw leaves up in the air, roll around, laugh. It's a great time. We take tons of photos. This year the next door neighbor kid joined in. Then we rake them up again, which is no effort compared to the fun we have. We had to cancel our raking plans the previous two weekends so this weekend when we finally got around to it, the leaves were disintegrated to a good degree, but still fun nonetheless.
We were out in the back the other night. We were in the dark playing baseball with a black ball. The kids could still see the thing and hit it square. Are we old folks that blind?
Mrs. Scott makes a dish that is an oven fried batch of chicken drumsticks. Crunchy crumb like covering baked in the oven. Our kids call the result, "chicken bones."
After dropping our oldest off at school today, I went to the polls with the rest of the family. Mrs. Scott and I voted in the political election. As we were leaving home, our one year old picked up a Sandy Koufax baseball card off the floor and brought it with him. He showed it to the election workers as if he wanted to vote for Koufax.
Daddy: "Your underwear is on backward"
Mrs. Scott: "blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, girl, blah, blah, blah, blah"
Mrs. Scott needed a magnifying glass to read the serial number on an electronic part. I directed her to our seven year old since he had a magnifying glass to look at bugs. He replied, "I don't know where it is. I haven't seen that since I was three years old."
Our one year old had great trouble falling asleep tonight. We figured out that he had an earache, so Mrs. Scott sent me out to find an all night store to buy some kiddie meds. I returned and we gave him some cherry flavored whateveritwas, then we ended up playing catch with a ball in the wee hours, all at his doing. He ran and got a glove, too. He's now asleep.
Our oldest is in the first grade and did homwork tonight on the sound made by the letter 'x'. One of his tasks was to circle all the pictures of objects that ended in 'x'. When I asked why he didn't circle that one (I pointed to the sax), he answered that saxophone didn't end in 'x'.
I sat with our one year old on the front porch yesterday. There are two chairs on the porch. He saw me sit in one about two weeks ago and decided he wanted to be there just like daddy. So yesterday he climbed up into one as if to beg me to do the same. I did. I slapped my arms down on the chair's arms and he did the same. My feet touch the ground, but his barely reach the edge of the chair.
The other day our oldest and middle sons came out of their room with a crazy act. The oldest held a leash that they made out of a "Zoob" connector set, while the youngest had it around his neck and acted like a dog. What a crackup.
Mrs. Scott pointed out to me our 3 year old's exposed abs when she was holding him upside down while they were goofing around. He curled up toward her in one of those gym class situps. He looked ripped. He's just got this athletic body type, a muscular three year ole, and he's good at sports type of activities.
Today our youngest had a cold so he couldn't be in church nursery. I took him out to the car and I sat in the front seat to do some things. I brought him up front with me and he lit up like a Christmas tree, taking the steering wheel and turning it gleefully. He was having a blast. He has watched me and Mrs. Scott drive for months and now it was his turn. He also found the electric window buttons and the gear shift. Wheeee!
The other night I sat with our six year old as he did his homework. One sheet asked him to write a short story. The line started off as, "I want to learn all about ____" with a number of blank lines. He wrote that he wanted to learn all about "cold bludid animals, lisrs and crocodils", which translated into second grade is, "cold blooded animals, lizards and crocodiles."
Not only does our youngest (he's now 15 months old) put my briefcase away when I get home and hand me my lunch on my way out the door, he opens the door for me, then hands me my lunch. This last week he has taken to pulling my shoes out of the closet when I get dressed. Yesterday he pulled both sets of shoes out, my brown pair and my black pair. He pulled one of each out first and put them on the bed in front of me as I was dressing. I laughed and commented on how he mixed the colors. Mrs. Scott whispered that I should wait to see if he figured it out. He got a second pair and put them on the bed, too. He paused and looked at them, arranged in order on the bed, black, brown, black, brown. He then grabbed both brown shoes and put them together. I thanked him and put on my black shoes because they went with the outfit I already had on, and put my brown ones back in the closet just after he walked away. He then came back to the closet and started whining, grabbed the brown shoes and gave them to me. It's like he wanted me to wear the brown ones all along.
Last week I had a great experience at the game with our three year old who is a big baseball fan. He put on a better show than the Giants in the Kids Fun Lot. Read about it here at my baseball blog.
Our 14 month old gets my lunch off the table and hands it to me every morning now when I go to work. It doesn't weigh very much (to me), but he's still little. He struggles, but seeing his determination to help daddy is wonderful.
I have a large bottle of hot sauce, 32 oz. to be exact, that I use on many a meal. I was shaking it up before pouring. It has one of those screw-on caps that also flip open on a tiny hinge revealing a hole from which to pour. Somehow, the cap came unscrewed while I was shaking. It spurted out all over the dishwasher, my shirt and onto the kitchen floor. A glob spilled on my foot. I wiped it off and also took a shower the next morning. But later at work, my foot started to burn. It was a bit spicy all day.
Our 14 month old rushes to the door and opens it for me when I get home from work. Once in and I start setting things down, I head for the bedroom. Several times now he has taken my briefcase and dragged it over to where I keep it, next to the dresser. It's heavy for him so he drags it on the floor. It's really cute to see him help out at his age.
Our little one knows what "nigh-night" means. It's time to go to bed, either for a nap or at night. He can say "nigh-nigh" and he'll go around the house kissing everybody good night. He might have his blanket and he'll run to his crib. Occasionally he feels tired and will go around to everybody all on his own.
I like to play "upside down" with the kids. The little one enjoys it most. I hold them upside down by their ankles, and set them down hands first on the floor. Our oldest is the heaviest by far, so he's difficult. I always fear dropping them on their heads, but it usually doesn't happen that way.
Sometimes I sing the Doxology to our one year old at bedtime:
I was talking to Mrs. Scott on the phone the other day when I heard our middle son in the background saying with a raised voice, "Who needs girl's night out?! We don't like girl's night out!" I don't know what possessed him to say this, but I know he was referring to the nights that Mrs. Scott goes to the ballgame with her friend, Nora.
Our 14 month old learned a new word recently. "More." We had watermelon as one of the items for dinner, and he repeated, "more" after each few chunks. He ate a lot of watermelon.
Our six year old was playing on-line video games and accidentally clicked on something that threw him back to our ISP's home page. One of the main stories (they rotate between photos) contained a picture of Oprah, which just happened to be on the screen at the time. Venting his frustration, he blurted out, "It's all your fault, Oprah!"
Our six year old son plays video games on the Cartoon Network website and the Lego site. Somehow, he managed to accidentally install the Google toolbar search window to our computer's toolbar section. Somehow. I've been wanting that little box for quite some time because I have it at work. When confronted with this deed, he replied, "What's a Google?"
Our six year old received a new bike from his Nana. He had a bit of experience with his cousin's over at Grandma's, but now he has his own. He took to it very fast. We brought it over to Grandma's for its maiden voyage. He took off around the cul de sac and went like he was a pro. During a fly-by, he rode with one hand, pumping the other in the air. Kids these days.
During the Olympics our TV was, well, on. Our 3 1/2 year old watched intently. He was able to name many of the sports and asked about others. He did summersaults on the sofa. He asked what the swords were for. Fencing. One night when talking about the Olympics with mommy, he said, "I want to play baseball in the Olympics someday."
Our thirteen month old is talking a bit, and calls my mom, who we call "grandma", "Muh-muh." His pronunciation is off a bit, but that's okay. A few days ago we went over to my folks' house and when we turned into the driveway, he got extremely excited and yelled, "MUH-muh, MUH-muh!" Before we left we told him we were going there, and put his shoes and socks on.
I gave our middle son a bowl of ice cream after he ate all his lunch. I went into the kitchen to do something else and heard him say, "Ice tweem is the best food in the whole wide woild!"
Our little(est) one received his first shiner. He climbed on top of his older brother's desk. We don't know whether he fell off or his brother pushed him. He's very large for his age and can climb easily up high, but doesn't quite have the coordination to do all these things well. So he's got a shiner under his left eye.
Our oldest has been playing video games for a while now. The Cartoon Network has tons of video games on its website with its cartoon characters in the games. There's a certain background music that plays during the game that sounds exactly like Iron Butterfly's psychedelic sound from the 60's.
Our three year old had to go pee the other day. Really bad. One problem, mommy was in there and couldn't exit. So, he ran out to the garage where is training potty was stored, brought it into the bathroom to show her he found it, ran back out into the garage, peed in it, then brought the insert back in to dump out in the toilet. Amazing what kids can figure out all by themselves.
There was so much spillage on our antique wood dining room table that Mrs. Scott put a vinyl table cloth on it. Now our 1 year old pulls the table cloth off the table, spilling everything all over the floor.
The county resurfaced our street this week. That day, I had occasion to talk to our three year old on the phone from work. He said, "They built a new street in front of our house, daddy."
A few months ago, my brother's family gave us a child's version of a La-Z-Boy chair, and it's a recliner. It is quite small and would fit our three year old quite well. He sat in it occasionally, and slept the night in it for a week or so. For some reason he stopped. Now our one year old has taken it over. He looks just like a middle-aged dad sitting there with his arms on the chair arms.
Our three year old was in the bathroom going potty. He started sining really loud. His song? Take Me Out To The Ballgame.
Our three year old did a good deed, so Mrs. Scott praised him, saying, "You're a good pumpkin!" He replied, "I'm not a pumpkin. I'm a sports fan."
Our kids got their hair cut the other night. The oldest got red gel in his hair. The middle one got blue gel. The youngest one got no gel, but is so blond it looks white. Perfect for July.
Our one year old has discovered the step stool. Our three year old uses a step stool quite often for various things. The other day, our three year old got something high in the kitchen, and our one year old, who is very large and tall, stepped up and started pulling food off of a cutting board to eat. We're not used to this starting quite so early.
We're having a heat wave this week. It reached 109 degrees today, almost 10 degrees above the forecast. The weatherman missed. This summer I have a car with air conditioning. Wahoo! With our six year old out in the back yard in the dark, it's still about 95 degrees outside. He's playing with the neighbor kid over the fence. I remember those care free warm summer evenings of my childhood. To be a kid again.
Sometimes around our house, because it is so small, I'll say, "Outta the way", then repeat it again faster until it becomes, "Outtatheway, outtatheway, outtatheway now!", in like fashion to the Red Hot Chili Peppers song, "Give It Away Now."
Our six year old has a CD player by his bed and has listened to music while going to sleep for quite some time now. We used to play lullaby music, then his love for the Cars movie soundtrack had him playing it nightly for over a year until it got scratched up to the point of not working. We recently got him a classic rock CD, and he hums Smoke on The Water all the time.
Our little one did something spectacular a few days ago. He was goofing off in the kitchen, where we have child safety devices on all the important cabinets and drawers. A couple of cabinets we have left available for him to play in, as we have with each of our children. The pots and pans are left unlocked because they present no real problem, and the canned goods pantry (which I converted from a fold-out ironing board) is fun for him because he can open it and roll soup cans across the floor.
Yesterday, Mrs. Scott called to tell me that a strange fountain of flowing water was coming up out of the ground in the back yard, near the fence, and was flowing into the neighbor's fish pond. Could I please come home from work. The neighbor turned our water main off, and it stopped within five minutes. My parents were on their way over as well. So, I grabbed a pile of work and went home. Just before leaving, my boss diagnosed the problem: "you bought an older home."
Our six year old: "Mommy, can I have some candy?" "Mommy, can I have a popsicle?" "Mommy, can I have some soda?"
Our eleven month old has learned how to kiss. We've been kissing him good night, etc., ever since he was born. He opens his mouth wide and sticks his tongue out so that he can kiss. It's pretty wet, like a French kiss.
A few nights ago we were on the metro train on our way to a ballgame. Our six year old wasn't holding on so we told him to grab a bar. "What would happen?" he asked. I answered, "The train will stop quickly and you will fall to the floor and your head will hit the floor and crack open and your brains will spill out all over the floor and we'll have to pick up your brains and stuff them back into your head." Mrs. Scott quickly added, "and they'll be scrambled so you'll only be speaking French."
Our nearly one year old is only one pound lighter than our three and a half year old. His diapers are tighter also. (Our three and a half year old is successfully potty training and doesn't wear a diaper anymore, so this was true recently). The little one is still shorter, but beefier. He's ketching up. Soon, he'll be bigger than his brother. Last night some people on the train asked who was the older one. Mrs. Scott thinks that was a dumb question, because our baby still looks like a baby, while our toddler looks like a boy.
From the world of skiing: somebody who skis is a skier.
Mommy: "How come you're not tired?"
With all the trips in the car we've made over the years, it's funny that not one of our kids have ever asked, "Are we there yet?"
Our three year old was watching a cartoon in the morning. I fixed some toast for him to eat for breakfast. In our house we have a rule for the kids that they eat only at the dining room table. But the TV can't be seen from the table. So he figured out all for himself the best way to eat breakfast and watch his cartoon. Eat during the commercials.
Our kindergartner is reading Psalm 23 by himself from a bible, to his mom, as I type. He is memorizing it in his class at school and has been learning to read this year. It is wonderful to see him and hear him do this. "Was I reading?" Yes, you were.
If we don't want our youngest to get into things while we are busy with something else, we put him in his play pen. As a baseball family I wonder why it took us so long to come up with a nickname for the playpen: The Bullpen
Our eleven month old has been walking. He is now a proficient walker. He can walk across an entire room and even into the next. He isn't perfect, but he crawls a lot less now. He falls back on his bum a lot less, and he can stand for long periods of time. He can now stand with his bigger brothers, like today at the screen door when the mailman came.
All three of our young ones fell asleep within just a minute or two of being put to bed. That's almost unbelievable. Somebody is usually awake for a while.
All three of the kids are sick this weekend. Mrs. Scott had a terrible cold last week. Each one has at least one malady, with stuff flowing out from everywhere. Mrs. Scott worked in the church nursery, so I stayed home to be with them.
On Friday, our three year old was watching a cartoon on TV, when at the end of the cartoon, about noon, the next program came on. It was a political talk show. "I don't like big people cartoons."
I sat in on our kindergartner's class the other day to observe and help the teacher with the class. She was talking about a silk worm going from caterpillar to moth. He raised his hand and said, "that's maddamorphagus."
Mommy likes to dance with our three year old when a Van Morrison song comes on the radio. Not goofy, shake your booty kind of dancing, but the cheek to cheek variety. Kinda like it might be when he gets married someday. But today the tables were turned. He is the one who recognized the song, and he asked, "will you dance with me, mommy?"
Our almost-eleven month old is now taking more steps, usually 4-5. Mrs. Scott informs me that he took even a few more this weekend. So, I say he's walking now.
Our three year old, on our trip home from church camp where we stayed in a "cabin", said in the car, "I want to go back to my cabinet" a number of times.
Our ten month old "Hoocha" took some steps this last week. On several occasions, he took a single step between transferring hands. Today, he took two steps without holding on to anything. He had a clear goal of walking from Mrs. Scott to me about ten feet away. Nothing to hold on to, he dropped down to his knees after the two steps. Getting close.
During most of last night p.m. our six year old was experiencing stomach pains. Then while watching the movie "Are We There Yet?" the part came where Nick asked the kids what else could happen to the car and the son hurled all over the inside of the windshield. Thirty seconds later we had instant replay in our house. Then, this morning the youngest had diarrhea. It's just going to be kinda lazy around here today.
Our little Hoocha has his eye teeth growing in, and if you look up into his open mouth, they definitely look like fangs. He'll probably have more teeth in by Halloween, so we need to take pictures pretty quick here.
Sometimes mommies get their children's names mixed up, calling one by another's name. But you know that she's had one of those days when she calls one of her kids by the neighbor kid's name.
Our nine month old had some pictures taken for a cutest baby in the history of the universe type of contest. Not long before the photo shoot, he tangled it up with a chair and got a black eye. Hopefully they can touch it up.
Our nine month old is "cruising." He's essentially walking but holding on to something his entire path length. Walking along the entire front of the couch or the table or something else. But at the end, he sometimes falls. Cruisin' for a bruisin'.
Our oldest just lost his top front tooth. A kid in his class had the same loose tooth, and it was loose in the same way. It was like they had a race to see whose tooth came out first. The other kid won by just a few days. But ours put his tooth in a Lego contraption to await the tooth fairy. Or was it an agent of the federal government? Anyway, the hole in his face is very large.
I found our nine month old doing something odd yesterday. He was playing with his brothers on the floor, when I saw him sit up on his knees, raise his hands all the way up in the air, then fall face forward into a pile of pillows. He repeated this about twenty times. Amazing.
Our nine month old is sleeping in a more regular position. We had propped up one end of his crib mattress a while back with some towels to allow his head to be raised because he had a cold. Mrs. Scott took the towels out yesterday, and he's sleeping more regularly with his head pointed toward the window.
Last night, I got to sit down and draw with my six year old. We did a drawing competition. I drew a picture of our back yard, while he drew a picture of a skull with fire coming out of the scalp, next to a nocturnal winged creature with fangs and blood dripping out of its mouth. The skull was a skull because it had the blood sucked out of it by the creature, and that's why it was on fire. Kids these days.
Our six year old started riding a bicycle today at grandma's house. No training wheels, he just started riding. I wasn't there to see it, but next time I'm over there, he can show daddy.
Time to cut down the jungle in the back yard. Slashing the old rainforest. I'm taking a day off from work so Mrs. Scott can run some important errands and meet some important appointments. I plan to attack the yard.
Earlier this week, our six year old, without any prompting or motivation from us, took a garbage can onto the front lawn and weeded the entire front yard. Unbelievable. We won't argue.
We have several nicknames for our kids. But it seems the major ones are Spam, Boo-Boo and Hoocha, oldest to youngest.
While brushing my three year old's teeth, he noticed that every door and drawer of the bathroom cabinets had a handle. Except one. The one just in front of the sink doesn't have a knob. It's because the sink is right behind it and a drawer can't work. So he asked, "how tome you don't have a drawer there?"
Our 8 month old has fuzzy blond hair, just like daddy's. But when it gets wet, like in the bath tub, it can be combed in various ways, and takes on a somewhat strawberry blond like color. One combing makes him look like Winston Chruchill. All he needs is a three piece suit and a cigar.
Thus saith mine thrice birthdayed lad, as he scratched his leg. "You mean, your leg is itching?" I replied.
Our nearly eight month old has a new nickname. Mrs. Scott has started calling him "little vanilla cupcake." She's also called him "vanilla bean" but the cupcake moniker seems to be sticking.
Our seven month old is now fully crawling around the house. He started up on all fours a few days ago. Previously, he crawled on his belly for over a month. He can overturn the laundry basket and pull things down off of low shelves. We got the door gates out. Watch out!
Each year, we have at least four Christmas celebrations. On Christmas Eve, we celebrate with Mrs. Scott's family on her mom's side. Christmas morning we celebrate with our immediate family at home. Christmas evening, we celebrate with my side of the family. Then, due to busyness with everybody else, we celebrate with Mrs. Scott's family on her dad's side. This year saw some of his younger daughters in college or working, etc., and the only time we could gather was yesterday, in February. We went to the Nut Tree and had ice cream at Fenton's. All the kids played games and went on the rides and train. Merry Christmas, everybody!
I am under continual care of a chirpractor. I occasionally take my kids. Our three year old can't say "chiropractor", but instead says "packifier."
Our little guy, now seven months old, is a black sheep of sorts in the family. Everybody loves green beans in our family. But he cries when Mrs. Scott feeds him green beans. I hate to think I might be raising a child that hates green beans.
Our three year old eats a mustard sandwich. Two slices of wheat bread with standard yellow mustard on each slice. He puts the two pieces together and eats. Simple, he eats it, is happy, it's funny.
My six year old was spelling words in the car, when my almost-three year old chimed in with, "I can spell 'horse.' E-D-eleven-E."
Our six month old is learning how to crawl. He's been able to roll over for well over a month now, but he can now navigate the living room floor. We're in trouble. Time to move everything.
I was driving our six year old to school last week when it was particularly foggy. He said, "Hey, daddy, I know how to spell 'fog.' F-O-O-G" I told him that he actaually spelled, "foog." He found his mistake funny, and we spent the entire time in the car making fun of the word "foog."
In our house, we've taken to an expression near bedtime. Jammy up! This is when the kids get their jammies on. Once done, the term swithces to past tense - jammied up.
We had an ant invasion this weekend. Of course, nobody likes to deal with ants, but we accomplished some other maintenance things in moving all the furniture away from the walls. So, it was good for us to get the ants.
I was talking to our six year old about sports yesterday. I asked him what they try to do in football when a player has the ball. He responded with, "They try to hurt him." I said, no, they try to tackle him to the ground. He then added, "They try to make him hurt so bad they need an ambulance. [pause] They try to send him to the hospital."
Our middle son has a funny way of saying things. Of course he does, he's two. Sometimes there's no way to answer some of his questions other than saying, "Because God made it that way." Mrs. Scott asked him why something happened and he replied, "Betause Dod made it dat way."
Our baby boy is almost six months old. Our middle son is almost three years old. Our baby has been consistently in the 95% percentile or so in weight. He is a whopping 22 lbs. Our middle son is 26 lbs. and doesn't register on the weight charts. They wear the same size diaper.
Last week, all of the kids came down with a cold. One night when we went to bed, I mentioned to our six year old that everybody was sick, and that Jesus was the Chief Physician who could heal everybody. He replied with, "Oh, you mean He's the 'Top Doc.' "
Recently I was putting our six year old into the car, when he said something. I didn't know what was happening at the time, and I had my back to the action. But he said, "Hey, what's that icky smell? It smells like skunk. (pause) Oh, it's a cigarette." I smelled it after he said it smelled like a skunk. I could tell that there were some people on the other side of the car next to us, but they walked away before I could turn around. Yep, skunk weed it was. My six year old knows Mary Jane.
Our five month old has daddy's hair. The same style, the same hair line, the same color. It has changed from strawberry blond at birth to towhead blond now. It's that really fine baby hair that when blown upon looks like a wave of grain in a wind swept field. Then the hair falls back into place. I call him "Daddy's li'l fuzzy."
Our oldest was eating with his mouth open the other night at dinner. Mrs. Scott corrected him with the slip of the tongue in the title. His dumbfounded reaction was priceless.
The other day, I was on the phone with Mrs. Scott and our 2 1/2 year old wanted to talk to me. So she gave him the phone. He has been playing copycat with his older brother's jumping jacks from PE. He told me about his jumping jacks and put the phone down on the floor so I could see him through the phone jumping.
I've been listening to a recent purchase of a Beach Boys CD, a greatest hits kind of recording. One of the songs is titled, "When I Grow Up To Be A Man." It is a song in which the singer ponders the future and asks many questions about how he will deal with life. It was obviously intended to give the listener - mostly teenagers back in the 60's - some things to think about. Since I've already grown up to be a man, I've been listening to this song in terms of our oldest son, who is now six.
Our two year old said a very funny thing the other day. After his bath, he ran in to get his jammies on. Because he had no clothes on yet, he said, "Daddy, I'm nuded!" He used the word nuded instead of naked.
Traffic was slow this morning on the freeway on the way to school. I merged at about 30 mph before I could work my way over to the carpool lane. Our son said, "Daddy, I can run as fast as all these cars right now." After questioning him on this, and as traffic got really heavy, I asked, "You can run just as fast as all these cars?" He answered, "No, now there's too many of them."
"Dampa Dampa" is our two year old's way of saying "grandma and grandpa." He says "damma" for grandma and "dampa" for grandpa, but when putting the two together, he can only use the same word twice.
Mrs. Scott bought our two oldest some wooden trains, and they fit the Thomas track, but are a third party brand. Only problem is that the polarity of the magnets that act as couplers are reverse from the Thomas brand trains so that cars could not be mixed together. But anxiety was soon turned to blissful joy for all of us when we discovered that an engine could then be placed at the end of the train, facing backward, just like real trains. This one we could not do with mere Thomas trains. Cool.
Our oldest lost his first tooth today. Quite an ordeal over the last week, when it first became loose. He's really handsome so I'm wondering what a few years of holes in his face will do to his pictures. Some kids just look goofy.
When I'm playing baseball with the kids in the back yard, and it gets dark, I turn on two lights, one outside each door. These act as stadium lights so we can play into the night.
Our five year old said recently:
Following the last post, I found out how he rounds out the family. With me as the climb-on part and mommy as the love part, he views his little brother as the play part and himself as the smart part.
I was talking to our five year old last night, and he wanted to pray. I mentioned that mommy was a special part of our family. He replied, "She's the love part." When I asked him what part daddy was, he said, "The Climb-on part."
So does our two year old. His speech is developing at a rapid pace. His second d's are silent in "daddy", so when he says, "okay, daddy" it sounds like, "otay, da'y." The li'l rascal.
Last Sunday was my favorite day of NFL football, the conference championship games. This Sunday is my least favorite. There's no game at all. Another week of waiting for the SuperBowl to be played. I'm not sure why football needs two weeks off before the SuperBowl, but a few years back, they reverted to one week (I think it was when they added a bye week to the regular season). I enjoyed that. I'm not keen on all the hype before the big game, and the week off just adds to it.
Tomorrow is my favorite Sunday on the NFL schedule, the conference championships. They lack the nonsense of the SuperBowl. They're definitely not played at neutral sites. This Sunday is likely to be the worst weather Sunday in many locations, a football plus. The fans are electrified because the SuperBowl is on the line. All the regular fans have an opportunity to see the game in person, because they're already ticket holders. I hope to see two good games. My predictions: Chicago and New England. Who I'd like to see: New Orleans and Indianapolis.
Our five year old is mixing up his pieces of language. Recently he's been applying "yester" from "yesterday" to other time references. We drove past the hardware store (we had been there the night before) and he said, "hey, we were there yesternight." He's also spoken of last Christmas with the word "yesteryear." It's fun to watch their language develop.
There are two rolls of Christmas wrapping paper leaning up against the wall at the corner of the coat closet door, just a few feet away from the computer desk. One is red and the other is green. Same pattern. Alternating figures of snowflakes and deer. It's storming outside with high winds and rain. Everybody is asleep. The news is on late night re-run. I hate hearing the news again so it's enough to make me get up.
My favorite season of the year is autumn. It used to be summer because I loved the heat and long days. But these days I'm not so keen on heat. Autumn starts with summer fading out. Shadows getting longer, nights and mornings get cooler. Leaves turning colors. There's a certain feeling about the sun and air. A certain faint smell too. I can't put my finger on it.
My five year old loves to talk about the trucks he sees on the way to school. We talked about the possibility of a dump truck hauling sand, so I asked him if he could name two places where sand came from.
Here's a hilarious discussion I had with my near 5 year old this morning in the car.
Led Zeppelin established themselves as a major force in music by the time of their 4th and untitled album. Led Zeppelin IV is not only one of their greatest, it's one of the greatest in rock history. The RIAA lists it as the third best-selling album in US history - from any genre. I think it deserves the acclaim it so often gets.
Different areas of our land are well known for certain edible delights, whether natural or manmade. Often, the province is associated with that food directly. Here's a list of such associations:
Say, what's the difference between a turtle and tortoise, frog and toad, rabbit and hare and an alligator and crocodile anyway? My four year old knows more than me, I think.
For years, while it was smaller, my office had a long tradition of what was known as "beer-thirty." Every Friday afternoon, the newest hired person would go around the office and take orders from everybody as to what brand of beer they would like, and each would chip in a dollar or whatever a close amount would be. This individual would then go to the store and buy all the beers, bring them back and distrubute them, at close to 3:30, to each one. It was a great way for newbies to get to know everybody else in the office.
My posting rate has declined in the last two months. A major do-it-yourself kitchen remodel has taken much of my time. The fridge, minus ice maker, is in the dining room along with boxes of dishes and cooking items. Less blogging and a better kitchen... all to the delight of Mrs. Scott.
Another several drawbacks to the neutral site of the Super Bowl. Fans (season ticket holders, generally) don't have the opportunity to see their team compete for the championship of football in their home stadium. Baseball, basketball and hockey fans do. Also, only a select few fans can gain tickets at face value, but likely need to travel a great distance and plan a stay in order to see their own team.
My favorite Super Bowl is the 1984 game when the Raiders destroyed the Redskins 38-9. It was at the time the largest margin of victory ever. Quite surprising of course given the season and pre-game hype. Washington had a media hype that outdid most teams in history. The "Smurphs" and the "Hogs" and the "Fun Bunch" were nicknames given to various groups of receivers, linemen and showoff celebrants because of their absolute dominance during the year. Joe Theismann, lone running back John Riggins, traditional straight-on kicker Mark Mosely, the largest offensive line ever. Even the fans were showcased in silly costumes wearing funny little pig noses. It was a fair-weather bandwagon ride of the century for any football fan, or not even fan. Heck, I even liked the team.
I'm not nearly the fan of football as I am of baseball, but I have liked it from my childhood. But one thing that irks me about football is its top showcase, the Superbowl. I've felt this way for over twenty years now, and recently figured out why. I much prefer the conference championship games. Even in baseball I prefer the league championships to the World Series, but not to the same degree.
Ever have a situation where something you said completely undid another person's world view? Or maybe it didn't fit in with anything they ever knew about reality. Were they so incredulous as to stand motionless with their mouth wide open? Maybe they even changed a word in your speech, hearing something different than what you said. Here are three of my all time best.
We live in a highly blue collar neighborhood, and the Christmas lights are out in force. Some houses have to be spending a hundred extra bucks a month for their electricity. Why are the working class neighborhoods so much more involved with Christmas decorations than their upscale counterparts?
When I was a child, my mother religiously took me to the doctor when I was sick with a bad cold. Even up to my early 20's, when I was able to go myself this was the case. The doctor visit was always the same. Get plenty of rest, drink plenty of fluids, and a prescription for antibiotics. It was always something-icilin or something-cycline. Thirty pills, three per day for ten days. Don't stop taking them early, even if your symptoms disappear.