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How is this for 2 in one week?!
We went to a local baseball game, and whaddya know, it RAINED in the middle of the 6th inning.
Is this a pattern for this week? First downpours at Maroon 5 and Train and now this!
Isaac took it all in stride-like we all should…and this says it all.
We’ve got cats.
We’ve got frogs.
Now, please welcome the latest addition to our zoo….
Red, the Guinea Pig!
Isn’t he CUTE?!
It’s after the fire truck from Cars.
So, can you guess who technically owns Red?
I’ll give you a hint…
Yeah. it’s one more in our zoo of a house, but Isaac had been begging for a gerbil or a hamster…and we’re SO not doing that considering the hunters we have prowling our house. You know, the furry kind that eat mice or anything that looks like them.
So, we settled on a guinea pig.
Red moved in last week and lives in Isaac’s room. They are a great pair. I hear Isaac reading to Red at night from the latest book of choice. It is quite the experience.
Isaac loves Red and Red has gotten used to the chaos that is the Three Ring Circus.
So, welcome to the nuthouse, Red! Glad you moved in!
My Dear Monkey,
Here we are again. April 19th. You’ve been reminding us for a good week that this was coming. Your Birthday.
I can’t believe that 7 years have passed since you decided to show up on your own terms. Late at night and with a flair for the dramatic. It figures.
But I wouldn’t have you any other way.
This year, you have let us know in no uncertain terms that hockey is what you live and breathe.
From visiting with Devil Dawg (man, I miss Rowdy…)
to playing in your first jamboree
This has been the year of the hockey rink.
I must tell you that getting up early on Saturday and Sunday were not my most favorite moments of this year, but you know what?? It was fun. And seeing you play and improve and get better every single practice was the best thing that I’ve seen. Even the coaches noticed.
First grade has been a challenge, but you’ve done amazingly well.
Daddy and I have been so excited to join you for projects and as classroom helpers.
We’ve seen you grow and laugh and change into a Jedi loving, Superhero Squad playing, plan making, silly scheming hilarious kid.
I know I can’t wait to see what the next year brings. I am so excited about all of the new things yet to come, and know you’ll handle them with your usual excitement and love of life.
I love you.
Happy Birthday, my Small Monkey.
The other day, Isaac and I went to Bombers Burrito Bar because he’d been asking for tacos. He wanted Toxic Bell, but I wanted real food-not 75-80% meat and the rest fillers. Plus, Bombers makes a killer pulled pork burrito/taco/what have you. AND it is a LOCAL joint.
But, back to the point.
So, this particular Bombers is covered in Union College material. It’s right by campus, so you would figure that it would be. The main piece of Union stuff is a jersey and a stick hanging on the left wall by the cash wrap.
Isaac started jumping up and down and pointing it out to me. Normally, I wouldn’t have minded this, but I was attempting to order tacos! COME ON! Pick-Chicken, pork, beef, tofu…COME ON!
So, after strongarming him into ordering we got to talking about the jersey.
It was then that Isaac did something that still tests my loyalties to this minute.
Sidekick and crew-avert your eyes.
“I’m going to play hockey for Union!!”
Well, there you have it.
Coach Leaman, are you listening?
Well, I didn’t want him to play for Coach Appert anyhoo.
As we come into my favorite time of the hockey year, playoffs, things ramp up. Chances get taken and things happen. There are times that grudges get settled or something stupid happens and the league…well…is just the league.
Currently, take the latest case that has taken over the headlines and voices of the entire NHL.
Zedno Chara hit Max Pacioretty. Watch the video at your own gasp inducing risk.
End result for Pacioretty? A fractured C4 and a concussion.
Not good. So not good.
Punishment for Chara?
a 5 minute penalty. That’s right. a 5 MINUTE PENALTY
The league felt that there was no reason for any further action.
As the debate rages on if Chara should have gotten suspended-I think he should have-accidental or not-I wonder if the league will finally make the changes to hit to the head rules before Isaac gets far enough to check.
I think this is any parent’s worst nightmare. Their child getting hurt, seriously in a sporting contest. I know it’s mine. I cringe when Isaac hits his head on the ice, even though it’s in a helmet, because I know what head injuries do.
Some days, I wonder why I allow him to play hockey-when players’ heads get hit into turnbuckles, when vertebrae get broken. The last thing I want is a severely injured kid.
Then, I think about it. I realize that there are catastrophic injuries in every sport. You look at the kids in football who take one hit and fracture their necks. You look at basketball where an ACL injury is almost a badge of honor.
It’s one of those things that as long as my darling Shrimp plays sports, I’ll have to shove to the back of my head and know that the coaches are doing everything in their power to teach him how to be safe.
Now, can we just stop showing that awful hit?!
We’ve come to the end of another hockey season. I can’t believe we’re here! It only seems like yesterday we went gear shopping for our own gear. Hey-can you blame me for the loaner gear last year? I didn’t know that we’d be in this deep with hockey. I had secretly hoped we would-that Isaac wouldn’t wash out and he’d be as happy as a clam playing a team sport, but I wasn’t sure.
So, when last year, we made the decision to move him up to Mini Mites from Intro to Hockey, with the assurance of the coach he’d be FINE, we kept a spot in Intro just to make sure that he was covered on all bases.
Hey-you can never be too careful!
We ended up keeping him in Mini Mites. Two days a week seemed to fit well. As the season wore on, we were faced with the inevitable choice of keeping him in Mini Mites one more year or move him to Cross-Ice Mites for next season. It seems early, but you really have to think of these things. For us, it’s also a time thing. This year was two days a week and if we move Isaac, it would be 3 days a week-one day of drills and things (which is currently our 2nd day now) one day of skate (with the awesome Coach Randall-which is our first day now) and one game day (which we don’t have now.)
About a month ago, Isaac began to make these huge improvements, rather than these small tiny unnoticable ones that would make us keep him back in Mini Mites.
Now, we seriously have to think.
Do we move up, or do we stay put.
But, no matter what, it’s worth it to see this
My darling sister can’t make it into town for Christmas. Her husband’s mom is flying in from London, so she’s stuck at home. She mailed her gifts to us so that they would arrive on time to open for Christmas.
Here’s the thing. Isaac got to the mail before we did. The package containing his gift, addressed to him, was sitting on our porch when he ran up the stairs after coming off of the bus.
He grabbed the bag and we immediately took the insides out of it…and put it under the tree. We have talked about not touching presents…but what can you do?
So, over two days, I was constantly being “Candace” from Phineas and Ferb. I was busting him over and over and over again. He would jump a few feet and wander away.
I figured we weren’t safe, so I had asked my darling other half to take the present from my darling sister and hide it upstairs for a few days as soon as we got up in the morning.
Note the key word here. In the morning. It was 10:30 pm and we were both tired and I had been dealing with yet another server crash at work. I couldn’t think and that’s why I asked the other half.
I climbed the stairs to bed, delusionally confident that the present would survive the night.
Isaac is in the loft by my bedroom crashing around.
I say “what are you doing?!”
He says “playing hockey.”
Now, that’s not an uncommon response in my house. He does play Mini-Mite hockey. He does have a floor hockey set that my sister gave him last year. He wants to be a goalie. But his hockey aspirations have been talked about here ad nauseam, so I won’t go back into those.
It was the next thing that killed me.
He came flying into my dark bedroom yelling the following:
“LOOK! AUNT M and UNCLE M SENT ME A RYAN MILLER JERSEY FOR CHRISTMAS!!!”
Now, picture this-the sun has yet to rise. Shrimper is in his glow in the dark footie spaceship pajamas. He has a Reebok Ryan Miller Jersey on over said pajamas. He is playing floor hockey.
“you’re kidding, aren’t you? You opened that present?’
“Yep! But I didn’t open YOUR present from Aunt M.”
Yeah. I gave up at that point, because I had nothing. No response to that one.
Isaac trotted off happily to play more floor hockey with the wall before having to get ready for school.