Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Last night was Briggs' first Kindergarten program, "The Twelve Days of Christmas." Briggs had kept it a surprise from us regarding what they would be singing, so we were excited to see it. Upon arrival, there was standing room only in the lunch room turned auditorium. Max was a little rowdy, but it was only a preview of what was to come. The first part consisted of the preshool class singing a song and once the curtain closed on them, many of their parents left their seats to leave, so mom and I quickly moved in to have a seat. Rod sent Max up the aisle by himself to sit with us, whining all the way. He quickly realized that he did not want to be away from his daddy, but before he made his way back down the aisle by himself, he got into a pointing, name calling match with a little girl sitting beside us. To be fair, she did start it by pointing at Max. He finally made his way to daddy and we could focus on the program at hand. Briggs stood on the end and sang his little heart out. He did great at Deck the Halls and the other two songs they sang. Towards the end he spotted Dad and began waving.
The next thing I saw was Rod flash by towards the front of the stage chasing an unidentified running object. From where we were sitting, I could not see if he actually caught said object, so I just waited to see Max climb onto the stage to stand beside his big brother. Thankfully, Rod caught him before this happened. All in all, it was an exciting night we will never forget.
How about this picture of Stage Crashing Toddler:
Caption: "Mom I would like a plate full of goldfish for breakfast please, nevermind I will do it myself."
Or, how about this one:
"Mom, why did you take a picture of me with a booger in my nose and chocolate on my face, oh wait that was breakfast."
Friday, December 5, 2008
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
This is probably a good time for a general update. Lets see, Briggs is finished with soccer and starts basketball after Thanksgiving, he seems to be looking forward to it in part because some of his school and soccer friends are also playing. He's all about not losing cards in school right now and prays for the kids that do lose them (discipline stuff) so that they will be better and not lose any. Speaking of praying, he had been praying for seriously like two months solid for his friend Taylor from church. Well really for the baby brother that Taylor was having, he hardly missed a night where he wouldn't pray that the baby would be okay and that it would be sweet and that they would think of a good name for it or something to that effect. Just by accident we ran into Taylor (Les and I had never met him or his parents) at church a couple of weeks ago and the mom had had the baby. We told her the story of Briggs praying for it and she got weepy eyed at how sweet that was. Briggs was really excited to see it and we of course encouraged him on how important prayer is. Pretty cool.
Max is also doing good, well, as good or better than I expect most two year olds would be doing. He gives Leslie a pretty hard time but is pretty well behaved when I'm around, much to her chagrin. He's become a pretty picky eater, it's hard to tell what he will or won't eat, we don't really worry about it though (at least I don't) and he seems to eat when he gets hungry enough. Most recently he's all about some corn on the cob, not off the cob mind you, specifically on the cob or else he's not eating it. And he knocked down a pancake pretty well tonight. His vocabulary is constantly growing and it has that cute two year old mix to it that only Leslie and I seem to be able to translate. He's still all about anything with a ball, throwing, hitting, etc. I bought him a tee-ball tee for him to hit off of, I'll bet he'd spend a solid hour outside just hitting a ball, picking it up and re-hitting it. I took Max to play 9 holes of golf about a month back, that was his first time on the "big" course, he had been out on a par 3 course before. Briggs was in school that day and so it was just Max and I. He teed off on almost every hole and putted almost every hole as well, he missed a nap and I thought he'd be pretty fussy but he did great and as long as we were chasing that little white ball around he was having a blast. They both enjoy golf and I just want to keep it fun, not anymore competitive than they care to be, I'm looking forward to playing many years with the both of them. They've both gotten to where they like to go sleep on my chest while sitting in my recliner on occasion. Last night was pretty tough trying to get both of them to sleep at the same time doing that, but it was fun and I guess I won't be able to do that much longer, at least not without buying a bigger recliner :-).
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Briggs noticed all of the older kids running and asked if he could go run with them. I said sure without hesitation based on me having never seen him run more than 100 yards non-stop and assuming he would not go "too" far. The kids were lining up on a start line chalked up in the field and as I was playing with Max, I watched Briggs walk up to the older kids and strike up conversation in his nonchalant way that he has. They were smiling and talking and thought it was cute I think. The kids were running in groups of three or four and Briggs was going to go off with the last group.
This park has two parks, volleyball courts, and two ponds, one of pretty good size and the track runs all the way around it, I'm guessing it's a couple of miles at least for one loop. The distance will be a factor in a minute. So anyways, I watch with a little pride and curiosity as Briggs' group starts. You could tell immediately that this was a distance run because as Briggs burst out at full speed ahead, the other kids took off in a good jogging pace. As I'm watching Briggs in his full sprint I start thinking about how far he'll go until he stops and comes back. There were a few good markers in his path, trees, posts, etc., none of which he apparently cared to call a stopping point however. My curiosity goes up another notch into tingling gut mode as I start asking myself the uncomfortable question of whether or not he's going to stop, ever. When he crossed about the 250 yard mark my tingling gut notches up to "oh sheesh now I have to get him" mode. SO, I grab Max, put him on my shoulders, and start jogging after Briggs as he's got about 300 yards on me now and hasn't paused or looked back for a second.
For the first 40 yards Max was having a blast riding on Dad's shoulders like a horse. After that though I'm pretty sure he got nauseous from the commotion and wanted me to carry him in my arms. I can't think of another time in my life when I've tried to makeup 200 yards on someone I'm chasing while toting 25 pounds in my arms without busting into a full sprint, but it was probably one of the most challenging exercises I've had to do since college soccer. At this point Briggs has reached a tree line that the trail runs through and I'm thinking, okay surely he'll think better of going through the woods, he did pause for a brief few seconds but continued on after seeing the other kids trotting through as well. So, on my chase goes.
I decide to go around the trees and try to cut him off on the other side where the trail comes out. In the midst of swapping a freaked out Max from arm to arm I catch a whiff of something... I think to myself, surely, SURELY Max has not had a stinky diaper during the one time in my life I'm trying to catch up to my oldest son running at full gallop away from me. I thought wrong on a lot of occasions that day. So, with stinky child in arm I decide it can't get much worse and continue on, starting to run out of breath after about 3/4's of a mile. FINALLY Briggs comes out on the other side of the woods, I'm in ear shot and start hollering at him. He stops, looks up as if the voice of God is calling him, looks around like a lost bird, doesn't look backward though, and continues on. Me and stinky sprint on a little further and I holler some more, FINALLY AGAIN he stops, this time he looks back, and after I get his attention by wildly waving my arms he starts to head back toward us. I put stinky down and catch my breath.
I can't remember what he said exactly when I asked him what he was thinking, I think it was something along the lines of "I don't know, I was just running" and then he went on about how thirsty he was. I scolded him a little and stressed how unsafe it was to get that far away, and took a good bit of the blame myself for not pre-job briefing him before he started. So me, stinky, and thirsty made the trek back to the car with thirsty wanting me to carry him because he was so tired. I carried both of them for a little way and made them walk after that. We got to the car, I changed out a ginormous diaper and we finally headed home. Once we got home and got settled, all three of us didn't have any problem going to sleep. I'll give him credit, he did run farther and harder than I'd ever seen him. Thank God it ended well. Les got a great laugh out of it. Lesson learned, the hard way.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Monday, November 3, 2008
Samantha, Morgan, Camryn, Patrick, Brent, "Coach", Briggs (he wasn't mad, I don't know what that face is about?) = Team Dragons
Well, another soccer season has come and gone. I really do enjoy it, somewhat, it's not my favorite, but it's always fun to see the kids enjoy themselves and learn new skills. For the most part I'm just thankful to God that I'm in a job where I have the time to coach or help out at his school and stuff.
Briggs was pretty young for this age group but a little too old for the one below, but he did great, mostly. He and the other youngest kid had a hard time maintaining focus for a whole game and so I let them ride the bench almost as much as they wanted, but encouraged them to get out and help their team. Leslie reminded me of my least favorite but most infamous moment, the one as it turns out we actually have pictures of.
One game in particular Briggs was being especially ummm nonchalant and I yanked him (not literally) from the game. When he got over there I was pretty hard on him about how he had to help his team and not just mess around out there. In my coach voice (which isn't very nice) I told him that he was going to sit on the bench until he was ready to get out there and get after it, and if he didn't get out there and try his best then he was going to sit on the ground and have to earn a spot on the bench. I'm sort of sad to say that that sent him over the edge and he went to the other end of the bench by himself and broke into his Hulk crying. Which is him really trying very hard not to cry and turning that emotion into anger. In the pictures you can see where I consoled him after that and we hugged it out. This took place around our third game of the season, out of about ten. I can honestly say that we didn't have many problems with him not trying during the rest of that game or the rest of the season for that matter. And thankfully I didn't have to give him or anyone else on the team my "you're going to have to earn a spot on the bench" speech.
It was a fun season, I think we'll be hitting the big three sports for Briggs here on out but I'm sure I'll be starting Max off in soccer and it's looking like tee ball as well already. That boy loves to hit him some balls. I bought a real rubber tee for him to hit off of at the house and he's all about it. So far he's into ball stuff as much or more than Briggs has ever been, and man what an arm. Thankfully Les has learned to be into all this boy stuff and we're all able to have a good time year around. Next up, basketball...
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Other possible titles: "Let's Play a Game"
"Don't tell your Mom"
"We Kissed, hee hee"
"I Thought Briggs Didn't Like Girls"
"Don't Girls Have Cooties?"
Let's see, ....where to begin. Today Briggs was out of school for teacher work day. We have a new neighbor, an older woman, almost 7, who Briggs had been playing with for the last couple of weeks. Today they played outside while I was in and out of the house with Max taking a nap upstairs. I thought I was keeping a close eye on them, but apparently not close enough.
They had been playing on the swingset in the backyard, climbing the monkey bars, swinging, etc when I noticed them under the platform you climb up on to get to the slide. I could only see them from the neck down and it looked as if they were talking very seriously. She kept trying to take his hand and pull on his arm, and as I watched from the living room, I thought "I wonder what they are doing." So I walked out on the back porch to pretend to clean up and they came out and continued playing. Neither appreared too guilt ridden so I just kept a closer eye on them and actually started cleaning up outside. After a while we had to leave for the dentist, so I got a little distracted getting everyone dressed, teeth brushed, etc. until we were in the car on the way home. I asked Briggs what he and the little girl played this afternoon. At first he just said that she did not want to play any of the games that he wanted to play, like Star wars or Spy. When asked again, he replied, "she told me not to tell you."
I could have pulled the car over then and there, but I calmly replied, "we don't keep secrets from mommy and daddy." Afterward he giggled, "we kissed." To which I replied, "where?"
"On the lips," was his answer.
I really was not sure what to say. My mind was reeling. How could this happen!? I know it was not Briggs' idea, that little hussy (kidding). I didn't know if I should laugh, cry or be mad. He, on the other hand, thought it was hilarious. I stumbled around and said, "only people who are married are allowed to kiss." Yea, Yea, I know but I just did not want this to happen again. Then I tackled the more serious issue of keeping secrets from your parents and peer pressure. I stopped myself before the lecture became too lengthy and decided to let Rod deal with it when he got home.
After another discussion about keeping secrets, Rod told Briggs that when he was about his age, girls would chase him around trying to kiss him and he called them "cootie kissers." They both had a good laugh, while I sat on the couch confused and bewildered.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Well, Briggs can finally ride his bike without training wheels! We really haven't had a chance to work with him much since everywhere you turn up here is sooo hilly. About a month ago though we took the training wheels off and after going to a park a few times he has finally gotten it. Thurday night while I was teaching my class, Rod told me that Briggs took his bike to the park and was able to go 10 or 20 feet. By Friday afternoon he was riding like a pro and leaving black skidmarks on the driveway. Although he is doing great, I hope that he does not attempt to go down the steep hill that starts at the top of our driveway for a long time! For now he seems content to do a little loop from the bottom of our driveway to the neighbor's driveway, but I'm sure one day his little boy brain will contoct a scheme to see if he can make it down our driveway alive. After all, boys will be boys.