Liam has been excited about going to Florida for months. He asks frequently if we are going soon, despite having apparently no idea what we will be doing there. I think he is mostly excited about seeing Nana and Pops. When Matt took him on a very special lunch trip to McDonalds one day, Liam picked out a pirate toy for his happy meal (over the princess toy, mind you!). He was really excited, and Matt put forward the suggestion that the pirate toy was related to Disney and wasn't Disney World in Florida? Liam was dismayed at the suggestion of going to DisneyWorld, and had to be reassured that there would be no pirates.
When I brought home new water shoes last night, he asked me if it was April yet, and got really excited. Finn immediately had to put on his water shoes and run around the house. This morning I heard Liam telling Finn how Pops can sink and sit on the bottom of the pool. Finn got quite excited, and said, "And then we push his head down!" I had no idea that they remembered this, and that it made such an impression last August!
Naturally, this led to games, and in the kitchen this morning, they took turns being Pops. Liam said, "Ok, now you be Pops and I'll be Liam, and I'll push your head down!" They both found this quite fun and were not happy with my suggestion that it might cause one of them to get hurt.
I'm getting pretty excited for vacation myself!
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Baseball
Liam's first baseball game was Saturday, and even though it was a bit chilly, it was so much fun! Liam is dead last in the batting order, and sat on the bench for 2 of the 3 innings on the field, but he didn't seem to mind.
It was really the unpredictable nature of the game that made it so exciting. You never knew if one of the kids could bat well, catch well, or throw well; even when they did, it was impossible to determine what would happen next. Would two outfielders fight over the ball? Would the 3rd baseman throw to first despite there being a runner coming from second? Would the "pitcher" be unable to pick up a ground ball because he was busy swinging his mitt?
And when one of the outfielders on the other team caught a great hit, we all cheered. So exciting!
I can't wait until the next game--I never knew baseball could be so much fun!
It was really the unpredictable nature of the game that made it so exciting. You never knew if one of the kids could bat well, catch well, or throw well; even when they did, it was impossible to determine what would happen next. Would two outfielders fight over the ball? Would the 3rd baseman throw to first despite there being a runner coming from second? Would the "pitcher" be unable to pick up a ground ball because he was busy swinging his mitt?
And when one of the outfielders on the other team caught a great hit, we all cheered. So exciting!
I can't wait until the next game--I never knew baseball could be so much fun!
Wednesday, April 9, 2008
A Major Breakthrough
Tonight has been a night to remember.
After baseball practice, I started making dinner. I put out little ramekins of sour cream (and fake sour cream for Finn, of course) and began assembling bean and cheese (again, fake for Finn) quesadillas. This is my latest attempt at something we can all eat, with extensive modifications.
Finn at once climbed up to his seat, declared happily, "I like sour cream!" and promptly asked for a spoon. We asked him to wait for the quesadilla, which he reluctantly did. Then Liam arrived, asked skeptically, "Is this soy sour cream?" and when told it wasn't, was also happy.
Dinner was served, we all sat and ate together, and no one cried. Liam only got up from his chair without permission once. And no one cried, whined, or threw a tantrum. Everyone just ate dinner and talked.
We'll definitely have this for dinner again! Ah, the little things.
After baseball practice, I started making dinner. I put out little ramekins of sour cream (and fake sour cream for Finn, of course) and began assembling bean and cheese (again, fake for Finn) quesadillas. This is my latest attempt at something we can all eat, with extensive modifications.
Finn at once climbed up to his seat, declared happily, "I like sour cream!" and promptly asked for a spoon. We asked him to wait for the quesadilla, which he reluctantly did. Then Liam arrived, asked skeptically, "Is this soy sour cream?" and when told it wasn't, was also happy.
Dinner was served, we all sat and ate together, and no one cried. Liam only got up from his chair without permission once. And no one cried, whined, or threw a tantrum. Everyone just ate dinner and talked.
We'll definitely have this for dinner again! Ah, the little things.
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