Month: August 2011
Tonight Emily, Ava and I headed to the ballpark together and caught a NWA Naturals baseball game at Arvest Ball Field. The Naturals are a farm team for the KC Royals. It was the girls’ first baseball game.
We then had some ballpark hot dogs and settled down along the third base line to watch the game.
Honestly, it was pretty hot outside (even though we were in the shade) and the game wasn’t that good. The Naturals went down in the first two innings 0-5.
With the game not going so great, we went up and met the Natural’s mascot Strike the Sasquatch.
We grabbed some popcorn and repositioned behind the home team dugout. We waited it out another inning, but it wasn’t getting much better. So, we called it a night.
What a great time with my beautiful daughters!!
Today was the start of soccer practice for Emily!
She is playing U-10 soccer this year. However, because her birthday is late in the year, she is one of the younger ones on the team (and the smallest).
One of the 10-year-old girls walked up to her, gave her a glance, and asked in a very inquisitive voice, “Just how old are you?”
She’s got it in her though. This will definitely be a growing and developing year for her.
Em and I spent the morning in “pre-practice” to knock off the rust before the “official practice”.
At the end of pre-practice, I made her run some sprints back and forth across the yard. Ava was out back with us and I asked her if she wanted to run too, which she gave me a quick, “Um, no.” But as Emily was near the end and looking kind of tired, Ava suddenly wanted to join in.
I lined them up at one end of the yard and upon “GO!” they darted off. They tied the race much to Ava’s pleasure and Em’s displeasure. I guess it’s something about almost being beat by her 3-year-old sister. I will give her credit though because I wore her out during pre-practice.
So, we are excited for the soccer season. Ava is starting this year too. So stay tuned! We’ll have plenty of pictures to post and stories to tell!
On Friday, Emily, Ava, and I went to the park. Emily had to use the restroom, so I gathered Ava and we all walked the short distance over to the restroom. Our conversation played out as follows:
Emily: “Why do you have to come with me?”
Me: “I have to make sure there are no weirdos hiding in the restroom.”
Em: “Why would there be weirdos hiding in the restroom?”
Me: “Good question.”
Em: “Well I have a backup plan.”
Me: “Oh really. And what’s that?”
Em: “I’ll just kick them below the belt.”
I was surprised to find the Dick Van Dyke classic Chitty Chitty Bang Bang on HBO tonight. You know what I’m talking about. That early 1900’s era musical about a magic car that makes quirky noises.
So, I thought it would be great for my kids to actually watch something that I grew up with.
After watching for just a few minutes, Emily (8) says, “What is this? From the 90s?”
Is that the new old? The 90s?
I thought April and I were going to die from laughing so hard.
I don’t know why, but I love using nicknames with people. Especially my own children. I often wonder if they’ll grow up wondering what their real name is.
With the two girls, I sometimes refer to them as Number 1 and Number 2. We even bought them shirts that say Thing 1 and Thing 2. While they are just kids, I’m not sure yet if they always fully appreciate those nicknames. Every so often, Number 1 (Emily) will tell me, “Dad, my name is EM-MIH-LEE.” [Stressing the phonetics]
However, the other night I got a taste of my own medicine from an unexpected source.
We were at the dinner table and I said to Ava, “What are you doing, Number 2?”
Without blinking an eye and with deadpan delivery she replied, “Nothing. What are you doing, Number 3?”
The funnier thing is, she has called me that twice now since the dinner episode. I don’t know how I like being referred to as “Number 3”, but I have a feeling that it will not disuade me from continuing my use of nicknames.
Now, I know that some of you will read this story and not find it as amusing as I (because I’m still chuckling as I’m writing this). But years from now, I know I will read back through this and relive the moment and laugh all over again! 🙂
Number 3 Out.
As was mentioned in my last post, Ava experienced her first time bowling this last week. AND the funniest thing happened….
Before Ava would send the ball down the bowling lane, she would break out in to a little jig. Something between a River Dance and the Cotton Eyed Joe.
For each of the 10 frames she varied her dance moves and the duration of her jig. It was HILARIOUS to watch.
What a ham! I wonder where she get’s it from.
Since we captured it on video, we thought we’d share. Enjoy!