So, I signed the daughter up for Mini-mites hockey last week. Mini-mites is for four-year olds and it’s the youngest level of organized hockey. I looked at a few programs and realized that the one across the river was the closest and fit our schedule the best. I emailed the director and asked if I could sign her up. She politely replied that I needed to get permission from my area’s program because we live across the river. Easy, I thought.
I went online, found the program website, found the presidents name and sent him an email requesting permission to sign my four-year-old up for hockey. He said no.
No? She’s four.
So I tried again. I explained that we’re moving and won’t be in his district next year or ever again and that we wanted to make things a bit more convenient while we’re still here.
Again, I reiterated that she’s four.
I didn’t hear back.
Then I was talking to another daycare father, one that plays hockey and knows the ins and outs of the program and he was amazed that a four-year-old couldn’t get permission to play outside her area for one year. He told me he’d make some calls.
The next day I had my waiver.
Did I mention she’s four?
So now I have this waiver, but it only has one signature. I need to get four more signatures from all levels of the hockey world, just so a four-year-old can play hockey for one year near our house. Don’t get me wrong, we want her to play. She especially wants to play and had a complete meltdown last week when open skating was cancelled.
So, she wants to play, we want her to play, but really, I have to jump through all these hoops just so she (a four-year old) can play at a location convenient to our home. What has happened to the world of kids sports & activities? Has it really become this serious?
Again, did I mention she’s four?
Daughter woke up today in full melt-down mode. She had a rough night, with nightmares full of spiders and spider webs. Husband pulled her into our bed, where she woke multiple times pleading for us to get the spider webs offher arms, her legs, her head. It was heartbreaking to watch and even more difficult because it was 1, and then 2 and then 3 in the morning. When the alarm went off at 6:30, I zombie-walked to the bathroom, only to be followed by a mini-zombie screaming “Carry Me! Carry Me!”
“Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.”
― Mary Oliver
I spent the last four days with my sister in Denver, Colorado. We went climbing and swimming and shopping and eating. Saturday, we headed north to Boulder for the Open Arts Fest. And what a Fest it was.
There were giant carrots and adorable rabbits.
There was a splash pad and butterfly balloons.
There was an art booth for the kids, which lead to blue hair and purple knees.
There were ginormous giraffes.
And an orange chair for Jen.
It was time for the Monarchs to take off. It was bittersweet. We have two more that need to emerge, but then we’ll be “empty nesters.” Sort of.
This little guy had just emerged when we saw him.
So we sat and watched him blow his wings out.
Isn’t he stunning?
We set the first three on a hanging basket in the front yard. This little guy is missing a wing on the other side. I have to blame one of his roommates who we saw trying to eat him while in his Chrysalis. Not really fair. Not sure he’ll ever leave this plant.
The other two monarch’s flew away shortly after we placed them on the plant.
We let two more go in the evening and they booth took off right from Husband’s hand. One landed on a tree a few feet away, the other took off and flew until we could no longer see him.
So, we still have two more to go. This has been truly amazing. I sure hope our little guys have fun flying from flower to flower and enjoying themselves. I’ll miss them.
At least it’s Friday. Enjoy!
We have a few new friends living with us for a few weeks. They’re Monarch Caterpillars, also known as Milkweed Caterpillars, I guess because they eat Milkweed plants. They moved in on Saturday.
The plan is that they’ll eat and grow and eat and grow for two weeks. Then they’ll spin their Chrysalis’ and hang around for 10 days. Then we’ll have Monarch Butterflies!
They were about 1/4 inch long on Saturday. As of Monday night they were probably closer to 3/8 inch long. We are in for a treat.
Here’s a great time lapse of what we hope to experience. And I’ll try to keep you posted!
Finally, it’s the weekend.
It’s been a long week. Among other things, we dealt with an ear infection, a rash, long work hours, tight deadlines, almost a missed deadline (with the reminder to ALWAYS check the deadline yourself, not what you hear), brunch with grandparents and cousins, a great night at the playground with neighbors, a bit of trike riding and a whole lot of laughing.
We’re heading to a weekend that includes a running race and brunch with friends, dinner with the girls for Jen’s birthday and a Sunday with absolutely no plans. Did I type that right? Absolutely. no. Plans.
All that brings me back to …. a Friday Five. It’s been a while. But since it’s on my mind…
You’re five favorite brunch foods. Seriously, it’s that simple.
1. Tracy’s Cheesy Potatoes
2. Bagels with Cream Cheese & Lox
4. Shrimp Cocktail with Spicy Cocktail Sauce
What about you?
Meet Socrates. “Socks” for short. Made using this tutorial. Daughter is in love.
This weekend we celebrated Daughter’s third birthday with the family. I wanted a project/game/craft that would work for all ages at the party. There were grandparents and cousins and an aunt and uncle. What could work for everyone? I finally decided on decorating cookies. The theme of the party was Trains and I found these awesome train cookie cutters on Amazon. I made the cookies the day before, with Daughter’s help, and then we decorated at the party.