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Sports Fans

I have never really cared for sports, except going to the gym, which I love.  There is just something so boring about watching sports.  Röbert likes outdoor sports like hiking and riding his bicycle and other water things (ugh, kayaking) but he will still sit down and watch sports that have nothing to do with mountains on television if I don’t stop him.  You should have seen him with college basketball a few weeks ago.  It was crazy!

When I discovered Merlin playing soccer last week I was so surprised.  I mentioned it to Cari later to see what she thought about it and she was also shocked that a child who was as intellectual as Merlin could also be an athlete, but she reminded me how popular the athletes were in high school and that sounded like a good thing to me.  Karen’s sons both played sports in high school, but I don’t think they were very good.  In fact, I remember her telling me that Clement always “rode the bench” in baseball.  It might be fun to have a jock in the family!

I tried to sign him up for soccer but they only have a travel team in the spring and they try out in February.  Jeanie, the woman who I spoke to at the league, was quite rude when I tried to explain how good he was.  She said something about people who sign up to coach and then quit, which I totally had to do because I have lots of other obligations, which I didn’t take into account.  Anyway, we can sign up for the fall and try out in June, I think.  I can’t wait to wipe the smirk off of Jeanie’s dumb face.

I thought it would be nice for him to try an American sport, so I called the baseball league and they have already started their season too, but they agreed to put him on one of their regular league teams.  Röbert was surprisingly enthusiastic and actually went shopping, only it was at the sports store.  They spent yesterday morning out at the field practicing and Merlin had his first game last night.  He did not ride the bench, and he hit the ball once while I was watching, but it was a foul or something.  He was so happy, though, which is, of course, the most important thing to me.

After he and Röbert practiced this morning.  The equipment is so expensive.  I think he can do some work to pay me back, though.

After he and Röbert practiced this morning. The equipment is so expensive. I think he can do some work to pay me back, though.

The whole thing started me thinking about what kind of elite sports he could be really good at if I had thought to start him a bit younger.  I immediately signed Hummus up for “toddler tennis”.  I only had to fudge his age slightly.  He and I went and hung out at the courts yesterday afternoon and the other parents were right up my alley.  Slightly intense, but in a good way.  And I think Hummus will be really good at it, once he figures out what he is supposed to do with the racket.

This picture makes him look like he is hitting the ball, which is why I posted it all over social media.  The other ones you could tell he was a lil' confused.

This picture makes him look like he is hitting the ball, which is why I posted it all over social media. The other ones you could tell he was a lil’ confused.

I have to ask the trainers at the gym about conditioning for tennis, baseball and soccer!

Fatty Fat Fat

Starling has been a bit of a piggy lately.   She gobbles down the carrot I let her have after school, and I once even caught her eating half a slice of cheese when she thought I wasn’t looking.  She has no idea how quickly her metabolism will catch up with her, obviously.

Right now I have her on a strict diet because, as beautiful as she is, she is kind of “sturdy”.

It is hard for lil’ girls.  Their friends are all cruel and make fun of them for the slightest thing.  I would hate for Starling’s friends to see her eating a big ol’ handful of celery or maybe a carb filled cracker, and make fun of how fat her thighs are.  I want to protect her from the cruelties of childhood.

Exactly how hard is it to resist a fat filled cake?  I have no idea why she cried for over an hour.  I was able to resist it easily.

Exactly how hard is it to resist a fat filled cake? I have no idea why she cried for over an hour. I was able to resist it easily.

This afternoon we ended up over at the Sullivans, and Karen had made a cake for the children.  Starling wanted a piece but, excuse me, she doesn’t need any cake.  She needs a few laps around the reservoir.  Merlin was getting a second helping (boys are so lucky, no one cares what they look like) and she started crying and begging me for a tiny taste of icing.  I told her that she was acting like a big fat baby, and to knock it off.

We ended up having to leave early because of her terrible behavior.  You would think she would be thanking me for caring about her enough to say, “No.”

I did let her have a slice of apple later as a treat, but she had to spit it out after she chewed it.

And, as soon as she has a proper thigh gap, she can be on a maintenance diet.

Ski Bum

I slept absolutely terribly last night.  Karen’s dog Beefeater was up half the night barking at something.    He sounded crazy.  I finally called her at 3:15 AM to ask her to please get him to stop, and she “claimed” that Beefeater was sleeping at the foot of her bed ( I would never let that vicious animal sleep in my room!) and the sound that I was hearing was coyotes.  As if!  Everyone knows that coyotes only live near ranches.

I was exhausted this morning, and really fed up with that horrible dog, so I decided to cheer myself up with a snowboarding trip.  Hummus is old enough for the day care at the lodge, so I packed him up and off we went.

The mountains were beautiful and it had just snowed the night before so we had a lil’ powder.  I was really surprised that I recognized so many faces there.  It was like the whole town had up and decided to go snowboarding today!

When I went into the lodge to warm up a little bit and have some cocoa and schnapps, who should I run into but Ty!? I had totally forgotten that today was the school ski trip and that he is the sponsor for the ski club.  Starling didn’t want to go and I forgot to send in Merlin’s permission form, so it had slipped my mind.

He is a skier.  I would have thought he was a snowboarder like me.

He is a skier. I would have thought he was a snowboarder like me.

I think he wasn’t feeling very well, because he had to excuse himself to go to the men’s room and then he didn’t come out for over an hour.  I had to leave to meet the children’s schoolbus.

Super Bowl = Super Fun

Well, I am very excited about the super bowl thing this evening.  For the first time in quite some time we are hosting the party here!  I sent out e-iinvitations to everyone in the neighborhood except the Wozinskis.  I even invited that crazy family who don’t speak any English, because I want the Wozinskis to realize that I didn’t invite them on purpose.  I hope they feel as bad as I did the day they refused to homeschool Starling for me.  I want them to feel that bad every day for the rest of their lives.

Anywhoo, there was some crazy mixup because it turns out everyone was already invited to the Sullivans.  I called Karen and asked how she had managed to lose my invitation AGAIN!  Honestly, she is such a space cadet.  She seemed flustered and upset and agreed to move her party here.  She is bringing her food so I went to the gourmet grocery this morning and picked up some healthier alternatives.  I am sure her dips and chips are fine for most people, I won’t judge, but I want everyone to be able to nibble on some bruised kale salad and vegan gluten free pizza at my house.

I saw some millet kale crackers and decided, what the heck, buy those too!  It will be quite a party!

I saw some millet kale crackers and decided, what the heck, buy those too! It will be quite a party!

The one bad part is that Karen insisted that the Wozinskis be included, so I promised to call them and invite them myself.  I am going to make it clear by my tone that I don’t want them to come at all.  I am pretty good at that sort of thing.

Happy Basketball everyone!

 

Happy New Year!

As per usual, Röbert and I were the absolute life of the the party last night.  Karen wanted it to be elegant and it really was lovely, with a small string ensemble playing classical music and passed hors d’ouevres, but I thought we should be a lil’ more lively than that!  So I put my iPhone in their Sonos system and we started dancing!  Such fun!  Of course everyone was staring at us the whole night, we have some great moves.  I am not sure why no one else joined in though.

We're doin' the Harlem Shake, if you couldn't tell!

We’re doin’ the Harlem Shake, if you couldn’t tell!

Apparently all of the children, who were having a pajama party upstairs with a magician and so many cupcakes, heard the change in tempo and came down to watch the fun.  Merlin gave an adorable demonstration of his Daddy dancing.

He was so funny.  He had us in stitches.

He was so funny. He had us in stitches.

Starling then did an imitation of me, which I found to be very mean spirited and actually cruel.  She was sent back upstairs, pronto!

I have a lil’ my grain this morning, so it is a lazy day in bed for me.

Who the Hell is K?????

OMG, OMG!

This morning I went to clean a few things out of Röbert’s closet and maybe look through a few drawers (looking for gifts for me, nothing else) and I found something that has me really upset!  In the very back of his closet, under a pile of dirty underpants and some shoes, there was a super-ugly shirt with a monogram.  I am sobbing as I write this.  The monogram is K!!!!!!

Obviously this can't be for me.  It is hideous.

Obviously this can’t be for me. It is hideous.

Some of you may remember that Röbert gave me a pair of pajamas last month, also monogrammed with the letter K.  Can this be a coincidence?

I was so upset, and Röbert is out of town again, so, unfortunately, I couldn’t drive down to his office to confront him and make a scene. He doesn’t even know anyone with a name starting with the letter K!!!

I ran next door to talk to my bestie, Karen.  She was also out of town, but Mitch was working out in the living room.  He was very sweet and reassuring, and gave me a big ol’ friendly hug.

Mitch was working out.  I felt confused by his hug.

Mitch was working out. I felt confused by his hug.

I have been sobbing on and off all afternoon.  I don’t know what to think!  Also, Mitch looked pretty good.  Such a confusing day.  Kids were in bed at 4 PM and I am having some of my pals over for a few drinks.  Happy Holidays!

Quiet Evening At Home

My friend Marla had planned to have us all over for a tequila tasting tonight.  She claims that all three of her kids have the throw up flu so she had to cancel at the last minute.  I am not sure that I actually believe her, but whatever.  I know that if I was hosting a party during the holidays, I would be more concerned about my guests, who might have turned down other important invitations, than a temporary medical condition that could easily be handled by a grandmother or a babysitter, and just pushed through.  Anyway, I called a few of the other girls who I know were planning to taste a lil’ tequila and asked them over, but no one could come.  So it was a quiet evening at home for me.

Don’t get me wrong. I adore spending time with the kids.  They are so clever!

I tried to get Hummus to walk.  I put him in a chair in our family room, but he wouldn’t even stand up.  I threw his favorite binky across the room, then a handful of brown sugar (no white sugar here, we are health nuts!) but he was not moving.  He may have been a lil’ tired from the two doses of Benadryl I gave him earlier when I thought I had a party to go to.

Not moving, no way!

Not moving, no way!

 

Merlin and Starling were playing up in his bedroom.  It is the strangest thing.  They act almost like friends sometimes.

They were playing a board game...boring!

They were playing a board game…boring!

 

Everyone went to bed extra early and I worked on sending out Christmas cards.  So tedious, but my message about bullying is important!