Spence is at a
golf tournament today. He woke up stiff and sore from his workout yesterday and
was having a hard time moving his right arm. Unfortunate timing because as it
turns out you sort of need your right arm for golfing tournaments. He stretched
and moaned and then with sarcasm so thick I could taste it he alleged, “It’s
really too bad, because I think we had a dang good chance of winning the whole
thing this year."
And then I died.
Because, hilarious.
His team is made
up of himself and three coworker: Engineer C, Engineer R, and Engineer P. Engineer P, aka Patrick, golfs occasionally.
And without knowing a single thing about his golf game, based on that fact
alone, I would consider him the MVP of the team. Spencer is too sore to get any
range of motion in his right arm. And he’s not really a golfer to begin with (no offense honey), but I do think you
have to go golfing more than biennially to be considered a golfer. Engineer C
is a Brazilian, which has absolutely nothing to do with his golf game. But I
was telling you that fact as to say that I would tell you his real name, but
truly I haven’t a clue how to spell it. But in reference to his golfing
ability, his entire golf experience consists of one measly trip to the driving
range. And Engineer R, a Pakistanian, who’s name I am also unable to spell, asked
Spence if golf was the game that you used those stick things to hit the little
ball with. “Uh huh,” Spence answered. Well,
can I borrow your sticks because I don’t have any sticks of my own? “Clubs,”
Spence corrected him, “let’s call them clubs.”
They certainly
aren’t going to be bringing home any golfing trophies, but I have a sneaky suspicion
that they are going to have the most fun.
Anyway, I have
upward of five bazillion things that I want to tell you. Let’s start with 8
(that seems manageable), and I will save the remaining four bazillion and some
really, really big number that adds up to a total of five bazillion minus 8 for
another day:
One|| School
started. No duh, right. It’s already been three weeks since day one! (pssst…. I’m a bit behind on the whole
journaling thing) But, my
boys a kindergartner! And so far he’s rockin’ it. I get to volunteer in his
little Kindergarten class every Tuesday. Last Tuesday was my first day and I
got such a kick out of watching him in this new environment. He’s a natural. Our
wish came true and he got to be in the same Kindergarten class as his little BFF,
which was extremely comforting for his mama. And although I got a bit of nostalgia/anxiety
the day or two before school it dispersed when I saw him get off the school bus
on day one, hand in hand with Brynlee, with a smile so big it shined. He’s
going to be just fine!
And Brynlee in
in the 3rd grade. Which seems so grown up and big and stuff. She was
extremely nervous about her third grade teacher. She’s known as being the “mean”
teacher around school. But alls well, and
as it turns out she sort of loves her. Thus far she has had nothing but good to
report. In fact she came home from school the other day and told me that her
teacher reminds her so much of me! Which I refused to look into the deeper
meaning of (the whole mean teacher thing) and quickly accepted it as a well-intended
compliment.
Anyway, the requisite
first day of school pictures. 2014 edition:
Two|| Also
another school update, Marlee is just fine holding down the fort while Brynlee
and Jace are at school. I worried about it actually. Thought she would be lonely,
or something. Not true. She loves that no one is around to stand guard and take
charge of the things that have been deemed off-limits for her chubby toddler
hands. And she especially loves all the one-on-one mom time and extra undivided
attention. She’s such a diva!
I kid. But only
a little.
Three|| We took
a family hike up City Creek a couple Sunday’s ago. It was beautiful. And rejuvenating.
And enjoyable. And every other adjective that you would use to describe a
Sunday family hike in the beautiful mountains where everybody was getting along
and having a good time. But then, when we still had at least a mile to hike
before we reached our final ending point, Marlee had an accident. And then the
hike got really long. And wet. And uncomfortable. And the opposite of
rejuvenating. And also every other adjective that you would use to describe
carrying a wet toddler on your hip as you hike down the mountainside.
Parenting is
humbling. And also gross.
Four|| Spence
and I gifted each other gym memberships for our anniversary. Because nothing
says love (and old) (and practical) like a gym membership for your 11th
anniversary gift. Although it is leaps and bounds better than steel, which
apparently is the traditional wedding gift due at year 11. Weird.
Anyway, with the gym
membership came the real gift: time! Which means that Spence has been coming
home on his lunch break to watch the kids so I actually get a chance to use the
gym membership that was gifted me. It is such a nice break. And not to brag,
but I’m actually rockin’ the whole back to the gym thing. Handling it like a
champ. In fact, I’m hoping by next week I’ll be able to walk up the stairs like
a normal human again. Fingers crossed.
Five|| Last
Saturday we day tripped to Logan to watch The Wizard of Oz play. My niece Bryn
was our highlight, playing the part of a winged monkey. The production was
fantastic. We had such a good time, and I’m secretly crossing my fingers that
she keeps up with the drama thing. Watching productions and plays are on the
top half of my favorite things list and it’s even more fun when you are
watching someone you love out on the stage preforming.
We also got to
catch a bit of Gavin’s soccer game before the play. In case you’re wondering,
five year olds playing soccer has absolutely no resemblance to 14 year olds
playing soccer. It was like watching a real live soccer game.
Six|| Speaking
of soccer … it’s that time of year again. Brynlee opted not to play this
season, choosing to stick with gymnastics instead. But Jace is playing. He
scored 4 goals his first game! Which makes me smile proudly. But it also makes
me remember the first season he played soccer, he had barely turned four.
Spence and I would cheer and high five and congratulate him obsessively if just
by chance there was one time during the game that the ball would come in
contact with his foot. It was a rare occurrence, but we found reason to cheer
anyway. “Good running, Jace”. “Way to listen to your coach, Jace.” “Good job
getting close to the ball, Jace.” “Oh yay! There’s treats, Jace.” We were
certain that come the end of the season he would elect to pass up on soccer the
next season. It just didn’t seem his thing. Not aggressive seemed to be an understatement.
As in he touched the ball maybe five times all season long (possibly by accident),
and he was absolutely okay with that. But the next season he surprised us
asking to play again. So of course we agreed. And then again the next season.
And here we are two years later, still playing soccer. And (bragging mom alert)
he has turned into quite the little soccer player.
Sometime during
his first little soccer season I was visiting with another mom on the sidelines.
Jace ran around pretending to play soccer, but still managing to not come
anywhere within 3 feet of the actual soccer ball. “This isn’t about soccer for
me,” I told her. “It’s the social aspect, doing something without me. It’s about
the experience, and about learning different skills. “Oh,” she answered back, “well,
for me it’s about the soccer!”
I love to tell
that story. Mainly because (my opinion) some parents take sports way to
seriously. But also because, they were four. FOUR!
And then a
couple days ago I happened upon this blog post, and I was all like word!
Because it’s not about the soccer! And it’s not about the gymnastics. Or dance.
Or swimming. Or whatever the extracurricular activity is at the time. It’s
about the deeper, truer lessons. And really those deeper, truer lessons makes
all the enrollment fees and after school mama taxi services worth it for me.
The watching Jace score a goal or catch the baseball or Brynlee do a back
handsprings or swim the length of the pool is just a little something extra.
Seven|| On
Monday night we watched Marie play her 7th grade volleyball game (when
did my baby sister get so big!?). The whole experience made me giddy with
memories – middle school volleyball games make up large portion of my middle
school memories. Katie made a comment that the real reason that you play sports
in middle school is for the bus rides before and after the games. Amen. Also,
how did my baby sister get so big!
Eight|| Jace had
a birthday! Six years old, people. Which deserves a blog post all of his own,
so I’ll write more later.
Which works out
well because it’s about time for Spence to get home from his golf tournament
and I've got to get up off the couch and act like the kids and I've been busy doing productive things while he’s been gone. I hope we still have time to hide the
evidence, you know … change out of our pj’s and brush our teeth. And maybe, if
lucks on my side, I’ll have time to clean up the breakfast plates off the
table.
Happy Saturday.
XOXO, Kim
