Happy Birthday, ‘Merika! You’re fucked up in a lot of ways, but still one helluva great pal to me. I’d not trade you for any other country. Well, maybe Italy or someplace tropical? I’d not trade you for MOST other countries for sure!
So I was just sitting here cramming a delicious fucking donut in my face hole when I figured I may as well write another blog post about nothing since I’m too distracted by sugary goodness to work. It’s really good, or I’d not have cursed to prove that point! See? This is donut number one; I’ll spare you pictures of the others, er other.
Summer is going splendidly, if I may say so even though none of you asked. Wife and I work, come home to wrangle the kids some grub before laboring to get them into bed, watch a little TV, fall asleep and then repeat it all over again the next day. It’s sort of like winter and fall and spring, now that I see it in words. Sigh…
Fret not for us though friends as it’s not all work and no play for the DOAT clan. Now that T-ball is over, there’s one less thing for me to deal with. Did I mention that I coached Cool’s T-ball team? I don’t know why I always think it’s going to be fun, because it’s really quite a pain in the ass to coach a little league team, even T-ball. I may have felt guilty because I coached Ace’s team way back when.
Ace could always swing a bat really well.
Defensively, she’s always focused and never distracted or dancing to her own little beat.
They were a great bunch of girls so I coached their soccer team as well. It’s basically a herd of kids running after a ball at that age, but it was fun.
Well, it wasn’t ALWAYS fun…
Ace and I butted heads a LOT during soccer for some reason. She didn’t care to listen and she’s mostly anti-running. Unfortunately, there’s some running that must be done in order to play soccer. She tried goalie and liked it, but I don’t like kids playing goalie the whole game at that age because they’re not getting any exercise that way and they should experience all the different positions. She didn’t care for that philosophy.
My assistant coach wasn’t all that helpful either.
Anyway, it all worked out in the end. The girls played hard, learned to play the sport, and more importantly, how to be good sports.
They all get trophies at that age, and I’m fine with that. There should be an age where trophies and medals are reserved for those who’ve actually won, but that time isn’t right now.
Boys are completely different than girls on the field. As preschoolers, they’re very similar with respect to their skills, but the boys are a little bit crazier. They were more difficult to control and spent much of the time diving on top of each other and rolling around in the dirt. Still, they were better on the last day than they were at the first practice, so that’s something.
They do stand still sometimes, but you have to move them around manually to get them where you want them.
Cool, like his sister, was a natural with the bat. For a boy who developed very, very slowly physically, and is still tiny for his age (19th percentile now) he’s a pretty good athlete.
Practicing at home and also in the sporting department at Walmart after they pissed me off by taking so long to change the oil in my truck really paid off.
Anyway, we finally got to enjoy some sno cones. That’s summer to me, a good New Orleans style snow cone with the shaved ice. I always get half banana and half watermelon. Why try new flavors and risk hating it?
Ace tries new flavors sometimes. How’s that working out for you, Ace?
Yeah, that doesn’t look like a girl who’s enjoying her sno cone to me either. Ha ha, should have stuck to your beloved Tigerblood, Ace!
The boys liked their sno cone just fine. They’ll suck down any frozen treat and like it.
We also managed to make it to a Cardinal’s game, but Ace was at camp that week so we’ll need to do it again with her in tow. It just isn’t the same without her around.
Still, Cool got to walk on the field.
And G$, well, G$ was himself. He found something new he liked.
I think Wife and I have finally decided that we’re going to take the kids to the beach this summer as well. Everything is so expensive nowadays, but these kids aren’t going to be able to tolerate each other much longer so we figure we may as well take advantage of the fact that they mostly like each other still while we can.
I wish I could say the beach will be ever sooooo relaxing, but it won’t be. It’s a bit of work keeping an eye on all three of them at once. Plus somebody has to haul all the crap to and from the beach, etc. Still, as long as there’s some time for a couple of cold ones in the sun, it’ll be worth it.
I hope your summer is going well. Go out and do something fun, if not! Do it!