10 years ago today, I was visiting Texas for Spring Break. Jon and I had cleaned the church and then gone down to the Ballpark in Arlington. Earlier that day, Jon had visited my Dad’s office and officially asked him if he could marry me. So, after walking around the Ballpark (where we had gone and walked around on our first date), Jon knelt down and asked me to marry him. The answer was, of course, yes, and Jon did a victory lap around the area we were standing.
When Robbie was little, I dreaded him turning eight. Not because it meant that I was getting old (although that’s a little too true), but because it meant Cub Scouts. And frankly, Cub Scouts scared me to death. After all, Cub Scouts meant the Pinewood Derby, and wood things are not exactly my forte. Well, Robbie’s first Pinewood Derby rolled around last night. Jon and Robbie spent quite a while working on his car. Robbie picked out what he wanted to do, and Jon made it happen. Of course, that means that Jon did the majority of the work while Robbie watched. 🙂 But Robbie was SO proud of his car.
Robbie may not have won first place, but it didn’t even matter. I was so proud of my son. One of my favorite things about my son is his happy-go-lucky nature. Jon often says that the song “Zip-A-Dee-Do-Dah” must be constantly playing in Robbie’s head. When he played soccer and baseball, it was hard to get him to be competitive, because he is just so laid back. And it made us nuts! But, as I watched Robbie last night, just truly happy to be there and cheering for all his friends, I was so grateful for that character trait. He wasn’t upset when his car came in second or third in a race. He just enjoyed the experience.
The cool thing was that it rubbed off on me. Remember how I said I’m competitive? Well, that applies to my kids too. I do try pretty hard to not play the “My kid is better than your kid” game that we as parents sometimes fall into. I don’t typically brag about my kids’ grades or when they win something. But, that doesn’t mean I don’t want them to do well. So, I wanted Robbie to win before we started. But as the Pinewood Derby began, I just wanted Robbie to have fun. And when he did, it made me happy. 🙂
So, enjoy one last video of the Pinewood Derby. Robbie’s car is the black one in the far right lane.
We had a great spring break this last week. We normally go camping, but decided we were just too lazy this year. So, we played for the whole week. As usual, I took WAY too many pictures. So, I have combined them into a slide show, just so you don’t have to scroll down for days to see them all.
Phew, I think I need a nap!
I am competitive. I know this about myself, and most of the time, I try to stay away from situations where I will become less than nice. It could be a vicious game of “Spoons” at girls camp . . . as a leader. Or playing “Clue” with Jon who totally cheats. So, I try to watch out for when I’m getting too competitive and back off.
Earlier this week, my little bro Jeff started up our 2nd annual NCAA Basketball brackets. Now, let me clarify something. I don’t watch college basketball. I root for the University of North Carolina Tarheels, but only because Jeff works there. And frankly, I’m scared that he would fly here and paint my house light blue if I didn’t root for them. But I’ve never seen them play. I’ve never seen any college team play. I did the bracket thing last year, and I’m sad to say, I was TERRIBLE. So, this year, in the true spirit of competition, I did research. Yes, research on a sport I don’t watch. Because I want to win.
So, today was day one, and guess what? I became competitive. I have checked the scores all day – for teams I don’t even know. I didn’t realize it had become bad until the last game tonight. It was Western Kentucky vs. Illinois. I chose W. Kentucky to win, even though they were the underdog, because some guy I read said to. Jon picked Illinois. I saw my team was winning by a small margin late in the game, and I had to turn on the TV to watch. When they did something good, I cheered like I was a lifelong fan. I’m pretty sure I said things like “THAT’S why I picked Western Kentucky to win!” And Jon only laughed a little bit.
After the game was over, and Kentucky won, they posted their name – the Western Kentucky Hilltoppers. I had just rooted for a team that I didn’t even know their mascot. But it was fun! So, congrats to the Western Kentucky Hilltoppers! Thanks for winning so that I can be number #1 in our bracket . . . at least for a minute!
Last year on St. Patricks Day, one of my friends posted on her blog about what she did to celebrate. So, I did what any self-respecting mom would do, and borrowed the idea. So, last night, we had our green dinner.
We then finished off our green dinner with green cupcakes.
After dinner, we had a treasure hunt to find the Leprechaun’s gold. After following the clues, the kids found the treasure in the washing machine. Since I couldn’t find individual gold coins, I used Hershey’s Nuggets instead since they look like little gold bricks.
Several weeks ago, Jon and I decided it was time to give the kids more responsibility. They have chores that they have to do each day – make their beds, clean their rooms, pick up the gameroom – but we have never assigned anything extra. We figured it was time. So each kid now has to vacuum their room on Saturday, do one night of dishes and have a weekly chore (such as cleaning a bathroom or taking out the trash). Thus far, it has worked well, mostly because we are bribing them with allowance. There has been almost no whining and my house is much cleaner! Any allowance is a fortune to a kid, and frankly cheaper than a maid service!
Tonight, Robbie was doing the dinner dishes to make up for Friday night when we weren’t here. I walked into the kitchen to see this:
Don’t you love the giant boots? What a snappy dresser that boy is! I’m grateful for my kids – not only because they are such good helpers, but also because they make me smile! 🙂
So, does anyone remember this? Apparently, the beads at my house mutate and are magically drawn to my children’s noses. So, meet Bead, Jr.
So, I’ve been WAITING and WAITING for Jon (or anyone else for that matter) to post pictures of the boys snowmobile trip. But, apparently all their fingers are BROKEN. That is the only explanation that I can think of. So, since no one else will do it, I will just have to pretend that I was there and blog about it.
The End. (Hey, if you don’t like my rendition, perhaps you should write your own . . . hint, hint.)