There is something to be said for understanding how to work with 4 year olds. I am not saying I could do it...for even 20 minutes (in a row, that is). However, if you sign up to coach, it might be nice if one of the questions they ask is, "have you ever been in contact with anyone under the age of 7?"
Today at T ball, there was a substitute coach. I give him a lot of credit. 10 four year olds can be rough. He quickly realized that he would be wasting a lot of time by waiting for kids to move to their places in the "field" (aka: gym) So instead he took matters into his own hands. He just began picking the kids up and moving them to exactly where he wanted them!
In 45 minutes, he taught them how to throw the ball and hit the ball. He also taught them important ball player qualities such as: how to stay silent for most of the 45 minutes and how to run laps as "punishment". For instance, the coach asked if the kids wanted to attempt batting one more time. About half of the kids said no. That answer cost every kid 2 laps. But like all good coaches, when his players outplayed him, he dropped and gave them 10. The hysterical part was that his challenge was so above their heads, most of them dropped and tried to do push ups with him.
Really, it was kind of funny. I am not sure he thought it was funny though. I imagine he went home and had a few shots of tequila.
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Saturday, April 10, 2010
My Life in a Nutshell
Today was a typical day in my life. It was the first day of T-ball for AL. I had gotten them each a pair of baseball pants at my last consignment sale, and had gone out yesterday to buy them baseball gloves. After one of my parents at school gave me the lesson on how to buy a baseball glove (which I had no idea!), I headed to the store. I stood in the aisle forever. There were so many of them! Some of them were SO expensive! Would they even like baseball? Finally, I picked out two that I thought would fit. I had no idea there were so many sizes.
Of course they did not fit. So this morning we had to the go the store once again to try and find gloves that worked. However, leaving the house was not so easy. A only wanted to watch TV and L's shirt was "too crunchy" and his socks "tickeled" (which means massive melt down). We finally got out of the house (with L wearing the same shirt and socks, by the way) and rushed to the store. We tried on various gloves, all of which were "uncomfortable" and I paid way too much money for each one. We had 10 minutes to get to a place that was 18 minutes away. Oh well.
We pulled up to the school and I parked near the baseball field. There was one other mom there with her little girl. No one else. So we chatted and our kids ran around the bases, but it was so disappointing. After 20 minutes or so, we headed over to the playground. A gentleman saw our gloves and asked us if we are here for t-ball....if so, it is in the gym.
Now I ask you--who in their right mind plays t-ball in a gym? It is a beautiful day and they want to be in the gym? By the time we get there, we have about 6 minutes left in class. AL didn't get to bat this time, but they fielded. Well, I should say they tried to field. No matter where the ball was hit, they ran towards it. As L got closer to the ball, he would dive for it. If he was alone this might be perceived as athletic. However, the five other 4 year olds did not anticipate that he would be diving each time he came within 10 feet of the ball, so they usually tripped over him. It usually ended in a big pile of kids.
By the last few minutes of class, both AL wised up. Since they would be on the floor once the ball was hit anyway, why not get closer to start. Really, it is much less work!
Of course they did not fit. So this morning we had to the go the store once again to try and find gloves that worked. However, leaving the house was not so easy. A only wanted to watch TV and L's shirt was "too crunchy" and his socks "tickeled" (which means massive melt down). We finally got out of the house (with L wearing the same shirt and socks, by the way) and rushed to the store. We tried on various gloves, all of which were "uncomfortable" and I paid way too much money for each one. We had 10 minutes to get to a place that was 18 minutes away. Oh well.
We pulled up to the school and I parked near the baseball field. There was one other mom there with her little girl. No one else. So we chatted and our kids ran around the bases, but it was so disappointing. After 20 minutes or so, we headed over to the playground. A gentleman saw our gloves and asked us if we are here for t-ball....if so, it is in the gym.
Now I ask you--who in their right mind plays t-ball in a gym? It is a beautiful day and they want to be in the gym? By the time we get there, we have about 6 minutes left in class. AL didn't get to bat this time, but they fielded. Well, I should say they tried to field. No matter where the ball was hit, they ran towards it. As L got closer to the ball, he would dive for it. If he was alone this might be perceived as athletic. However, the five other 4 year olds did not anticipate that he would be diving each time he came within 10 feet of the ball, so they usually tripped over him. It usually ended in a big pile of kids.
By the last few minutes of class, both AL wised up. Since they would be on the floor once the ball was hit anyway, why not get closer to start. Really, it is much less work!
Wake up, Mommy....We Need to Get Our Shoes On!
This is how I woke up last Sunday morning, two days after traveling around the globe. Jetlagged and not really sure what time it was (5:48 am I quickly realized), I glanced at L and was trying to imagine why we needed to get our shoes on.
"The Easter bunny always hides eggs. We have to find them!" How in the world did he remember that from last year? I mean really, he can't remember to hang up his coat, but he can remember that one year ago the Easter bunny hid plastic eggs for him to find? Oh, to be 4 again.
I had to explain to AL that the Easter bunny had to deliver many baskets, all over the world so he did not have time to hide our eggs yet. In reality, we were waiting for Kim to have our egg hunt! When she arrived, we ate chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast and she took them outside to play while I did "wash" (aka hid the eggs).
Here is the letter the Easter bunny left for AL
AL and Charlotte, Kim's new puppy, resting in the grass. I am not sure why Charlotte is so tired...she didn't even find any eggs!
Everyone Needs a "Kim" in their Lives
After 27 hours of traveling, and A losing his mind in the customs line because he had to have milk, we were greeted by our good friend, Kim! She drove from Alexandria, stopped at my house to get our car seats (but really. do we even need these anymore?), and waited at the airport for us. Grabbing the luggage cart from L before he crashed once again into an unsuspecting traveler, she found a corner to chat with my boys while I searched for milk. I was so relieved to finally have another adult who could be responsible for my kids, even if for just two minutes.
We walked outside, stripped off a few layers (man, was it HOT!) and loaded the zillion bags into her jeep. AL were in a trance-like state and were not saying much at all. When we pulled into our driveway, Kim quietly whispered that the Easter bunny had paid a visit to our house. THE EASTER BUNNY! In all my worry about traveling and leaving Emet, I had completly forgotten!
On the kitchen table were two baskets, filled with chocolate and toys. My kids were thrilled! They couldn't believe the Easter bunny had come to our house while we were away. As they munched on chocolate Easter eggs, Kim showed me the bag she left for the next day. It was filled with Easter eggs chocked full of jelly beans. The mismatched eggs even had money in them. Oh, does she know my kids!
As much as Emet travels, Kim has been a part of so many firsts for AL. I probably couldn't name them all. She drives to my house in the middle of the night when I have to take one of them to the ER, she didn't say a word the first year (ok, maybe longer) when my house was a complete disaster, she understands when I just need time to get things done and she goes with Emet and AL to museums in DC, she knows my kitchen better than I do, and she ALWAYS just makes life a little easier.
I am so happy that it was Kim I cut in front of while waiting to move into our freshman dorm at GWU.
We walked outside, stripped off a few layers (man, was it HOT!) and loaded the zillion bags into her jeep. AL were in a trance-like state and were not saying much at all. When we pulled into our driveway, Kim quietly whispered that the Easter bunny had paid a visit to our house. THE EASTER BUNNY! In all my worry about traveling and leaving Emet, I had completly forgotten!
On the kitchen table were two baskets, filled with chocolate and toys. My kids were thrilled! They couldn't believe the Easter bunny had come to our house while we were away. As they munched on chocolate Easter eggs, Kim showed me the bag she left for the next day. It was filled with Easter eggs chocked full of jelly beans. The mismatched eggs even had money in them. Oh, does she know my kids!
As much as Emet travels, Kim has been a part of so many firsts for AL. I probably couldn't name them all. She drives to my house in the middle of the night when I have to take one of them to the ER, she didn't say a word the first year (ok, maybe longer) when my house was a complete disaster, she understands when I just need time to get things done and she goes with Emet and AL to museums in DC, she knows my kitchen better than I do, and she ALWAYS just makes life a little easier.
I am so happy that it was Kim I cut in front of while waiting to move into our freshman dorm at GWU.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Uh Oh.
We walked into the bathroom at the amusement park and Lucas said, "Mommy, we need to find you another bathroom. Girls can't pee in here." I reassured him and then made Emet come in to the woman's bathroom and explain to me the best way to handle this. Really, there was no good way. So I locked myself in the stall and took off my pants and underwear. I slung them over the door and prayed that no one would come in....another example of a silly American! This post is embarrasing enough...I won't tell you how it turned out. I will tell you, though, that 4 year olds are extremly smart.
It's Better Than Disney World!
No lines whatsoever! Very inexpensive! Bumper cars for 4 year olds....what more can you ask for in an amusement park?
Those are not all clouds in the background....they are snow covered mountains! This was from the overlook of the amusement park--the whole city of Tbilisi is below.
This is what happens when Emet doesn't put his socks in the hamper. Needless to say, I have had to have one of these installed in our house. He spends many hours in here.
Aidan's first driving experience!
Lucas was so happy to ride even these dinky little rides!Walking, Climbing, Walking....
It seems like everywhere you look in Georgia there are stairs. I loved walking everywhere--it was so much better than having to get into a car! When we first arrived, Aidan hated walking...he complained with each step he took. Lucas loved it! He took every single step he could find and climbed each big rock he encountered. By the time we left, Aidan had changed his mind and was tackling all of the stairs as well!
*This picture was taken when we were walking back from Vake park on our way to dinner.
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