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Blind fold them, give them a big stick, spin them around then tell them to swing.
I filled Colter's piñata full of all kinds of prizes, not just candy. I guess the little bottles of bubbles, couldn't hold up to being repeatedly hit with a stick. What a mess.
It seemed like a good idea when I bought them. I figured one whack and everything would spill out. The piñata was too sturdy.
What have you done that made sense at the time, only to backfire?
Marriages don't count.
This was inspired by Gina's post, "Decade of Motherhood"
Remembering that time passes so quickly, is all the reason I need to hug a little longer, smile a little broader, and let my work wait for me instead of letting my child waiting for me to finish my work.
This was inspired by AGK's post, "A Public Plea to ALL Parents"
Sports are great for kids, when handled properly.
Kids can, and do, learn many things out on the court or field.
What they learn depends on what we teach them.
When we put winning first, we teach them to abandon ethics.
When our most important message is "win at any cost," we miss our opportunity to teach two of the greatest lessons that kids can learn from sports;
how to be a gracious winner,
and how to lose without feeling defeated.
This time Chicago.
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Back in 5 days then off for 3 more.
See ya then.
Thanks FAA for that brilliant move in banning lighters from planes. I sure feel safer knowing that all those cigarette smoking terrorists now have to carry matches instead. I mean, let's face it, the only down side to matches is that they can easily stay lit when you throw them.
Genuine asked for us to write about our "first kiss."
I don't remember it. Maybe it wasn't so great. Maybe I have a bad memory. Maybe I was jaded by the things that followed.
I do remember some firsts:
My first fight over a girl's honor. It was on the playground. I got a bloody nose. I was five.
The first time a girl kissed my cheek. (Relatives don't count) I was running by and she ambushed me. It felt like an assault, and just in case you are wondering Janice, you missed. She got kissed my ear, and it was loud.
I remember being lead around the back of the schoolhouse for my first … well let's just say it wasn't my first kiss.
For the life of me I can't conjure up that memory, but one first will always rise above the rest. I remember my first kiss with my wife. It lasted forever, and I wanted it to last even longer. To this day, I am sure that it was the best (without a doubt best) kiss that I've ever had.
…or should I say: "crown me king."
That's what Colter can say now that he's won the Plumb Elementary Third Grade Gifted Checkers Tournament. He beat a dozen of the smartest kids in his grade.
I couldn't be more proud.
Unfortunately this comes on the heels of finding out that Colter was getting "picked on."
And so, I am concerned.
I don't think that Colter is a natural born target, but he isn't very adept at the thrust and parry of third grade teasing. He did, however, handle the two recent incidents well. When two boys ran past him and screamed in his ear, he told his teacher and they got in trouble. When two girls taunted him in lunch line he turned away and stuck his fingers in his ears. A year ago he might have physically defended his honor in either case ... and someone would have gotten hurt.
As we approach summer and the less structured venue of camp, part of me worries that he will revert to his old ways, while the other part of me knows that no matter how bad things get, he can always challenge them to a game of checkers, and emerge victorious.
How would you help your child if someone were teasing him?
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