Fall soccer is the best. And once a year we have a fantastic game in the rain. 4 inches of standing water. Puddles, Mud and 60 degrees what more could a boy want.
October 20, 2009
Whidbey Soccer
Fall soccer is the best. And once a year we have a fantastic game in the rain. 4 inches of standing water. Puddles, Mud and 60 degrees what more could a boy want.
October 11, 2009
THE LIFE OF EASE!
It was parent teacher conferences on Thursday and Friday this week. Parent/teacher conferences are basically a ritualistic 20 minutes session with the teacher to discuss the boys' various social, disciplinary and educational issues. The intent is to provide that critical feedback on your child's education.
Being the highly intelligent people that we are we have seen through that propaganda. Parent teacher conferences have nothing to do with kids at all. Parent teacher conferences are a chance for highly trained public education professionals telling mothers they are terrible parents and if they truly wanted their children to succeed they would do nothing but read to each of them for 90 minutes a day. Go figure.
After surviving the water boarding session we had basically a 4-day weekend that ranged from the a day at the beach, a day in the mountains, a day at soccer, a night at the emergency room (again), a quarantine situation with half the ward and and peaceful 100 decibel Sunday afternoon.
pics to follow
Life on the Beach (0 ft)
Life in the mountains (5,500 ft)
Life on the Soccer Pitch
Life in the ER!!!! :)


No worries it was a nice clean break of both bones in his forearm. He was able to con the floor nurse out of 10 otter pops. He had her worked up to 27 but she was able to request a renegotiation and got it back down to 10. How many 5 year old kids do you think would convince the ER nurse give him that many popsicles while waiting for a doctor and sitting there with a broken arm?

Sorry no pictures of the sunday afternoon meditation...
Yes this all happened this weekend.
Being the highly intelligent people that we are we have seen through that propaganda. Parent teacher conferences have nothing to do with kids at all. Parent teacher conferences are a chance for highly trained public education professionals telling mothers they are terrible parents and if they truly wanted their children to succeed they would do nothing but read to each of them for 90 minutes a day. Go figure.
After surviving the water boarding session we had basically a 4-day weekend that ranged from the a day at the beach, a day in the mountains, a day at soccer, a night at the emergency room (again), a quarantine situation with half the ward and and peaceful 100 decibel Sunday afternoon.
pics to follow
Life on the Beach (0 ft)
Life in the mountains (5,500 ft)
Life on the Soccer Pitch
Life in the ER!!!! :)

No worries it was a nice clean break of both bones in his forearm. He was able to con the floor nurse out of 10 otter pops. He had her worked up to 27 but she was able to request a renegotiation and got it back down to 10. How many 5 year old kids do you think would convince the ER nurse give him that many popsicles while waiting for a doctor and sitting there with a broken arm?

Sorry no pictures of the sunday afternoon meditation...
Yes this all happened this weekend.
October 7, 2009
Blessing
October 2, 2009
Meet BOB
Children amaze me. We think they understand one thing to find out they understand something totally different.
We bought a new stroller when Elizabeth was born. That said, Tyler was looking at a picture of a mom pushing a stroller and says.... "Ours stroller's BOB, what's his name?" Now to clarify for those who aren't familiar with all the different strollers out there, BOB is the brand of our stroller not what we named our stroller.
I love kids!
We bought a new stroller when Elizabeth was born. That said, Tyler was looking at a picture of a mom pushing a stroller and says.... "Ours stroller's BOB, what's his name?" Now to clarify for those who aren't familiar with all the different strollers out there, BOB is the brand of our stroller not what we named our stroller.
I love kids!
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