Showing posts with label boy pop. Show all posts
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Friday, September 23, 2011

On the Eve of the Eve of Your 8th Birthday...

Dear Joey,

On Sunday, you will turn eight years old. It hardly seems possible that eight years have passed since that morning I looked at you and fell in love. Eight years since your grandparents and uncle walked into the delivery room to see you for the first time and I held out your hand and said, “He’s got the biggest little hands!” This is the seventh one of these I've written and each time I write to you, I feel as though I am not doing you justice.


This has been quite a year for you. We had a lot of fun and experienced some deep lows.

At Christmas last year, you and your father and I went skiing in Beaver Creek. We took you out of school a week before the Christmas Break began and pretty much had the entire mountain to ourselves! It was wonderful! You skied with us after a day of ski school and went down your first (and second, and third…) black diamond run. Honey, you’ve taken to skiing like you’ve taken to anything else you’ve tried. With 100% excitement and zero fear. Then you took your experience of that week and turned it into a book complete with illustrations.



First grade passed by like a blur. You constantly amazed both your regular teacher and your TAG teacher with your brilliance.
January was relatively slow, with no baseball and no major events to speak of. We just relaxed and enjoyed each other. It was a colder-than-usual winter, though. One day, in early February (February 4th, actually), we actually got a snow day! School was cancelled for the day, so we all slept a little later than normal, then we bundled up to go out and play in the snow on the golf course. You and Bubba had the best time! Your father and I did, too, for that matter! I think we were all out there for over an hour. It was one of my favorite mornings ever and I have 103 pictures to prove it.

This next part took me a while to write and I considered not including it. But these letters are about milestones and some milestones are harder to think about than others.

Later that day, we noticed that Bubba wasn’t acting right. We were a little worried, so we took him to the vet to run some tests and just make sure he was okay. We said goodbye to him (you gave him a big hug and said, “See you in a little while, Bubba.”), and went home. Later, we were all at Target when Daddy’s phone rang. You didn’t know why we immediately dropped everything or why we were crying until we made it to the car. Bubba didn’t make it. This was the first time you ever had to deal with the loss of someone you loved. It hit us all pretty hard. February was pretty much just a blur. We were all hurting so much. We still miss him every day. Knowing how much you hurt and not being able to do anything about it to make it better was the hardest thing we have ever had to do as your parents.



But life had to move on and we had to move out of our bubble of grief. And we did. You began baseball and for the first time, your dad was one of your coaches! You had a great time, but you were also very hard on yourself. You, my son, are a perfectionist in a lot of ways.

During Spring Break, the three of us went to Playa del Carmen. You love the beach! And instead of being shy, you were your typical outgoing self and made a ton of friends to play with that week. You loved dancing on stage again, too. The week in the sun was a wonderful break and came right when we needed it.



We came home refreshed and relaxed. And we started preparing for a new addition to the home. On March 31st, a little Golden Retriever puppy boarded a plane in Florida and flew to Austin to live with us. You picked him over his brother. We had only seen pictures of him online, but the pictures told an accurate story of him. I think the picture of him stuck in a tree was the one that sold you on him.

And our house, which had been quiet and missing something for two months, would never be the same. Welcome home, little Thor. Thor was your first puppy. He sometimes frustrates you, he never leaves you alone when you are around, and he always thinks you are playing with him, even when you are sitting on the couch playing a game on the iPad! But you love him so much and he adores you. He could never and would never replace Bubba, but he belongs with us.



Baseball season continued through May. You went through a bit of a hitting slump, but you worked through it. We also started taking you to a private baseball instructor who has been instrumental in improving your fundamental skills. You’ve always loved baseball, but through these lessons, you’ve also learned you are talented. We have witnessed things progressively “clicking” in you when you play… Things that you’d have to think about first, you now do second nature. You finished the spring baseball season with flying colors!

All of a sudden, school was out! And so the summer began…

You spent the majority of this summer the same way you spent last summer. D-O-U-B-L-E-C-R-E-E-K! Doublecreek! Doublecreek! Forever let us hold our counselors high, High, HIGH! Now it’s time to say hello to all our friends at camp, D-O-U-you’re the best! B-L-E-everybody loves you! C-R-E-E-K!

You also spent a week at baseball camp with the Round Rock Express and a week at Taekwondo camp. You had a blast at each.




In the middle of June, the three of us joined your Nana and Grandad for a week in Bermuda. It was so beautiful! We love the beach, so we knew the trip would be fun and it was! There was pool time, beach time, a little shopping here and there, lots of exploring, lots of playing with friends (new and old). We even snorkeled around the tip of the Bermuda triangle! It was a great trip, and as great trips tend to do, it was over all too soon.

In July, you spent a week with your Nana and Grandad. They took you to a resort in San Antonio for the weekend and then back to their house. You went to art camp and created some beautiful pictures. Once you came home, we were on the downhill side of summer. Even though it was unbearably hot those last weeks, we were determined to squeeze every ounce of enjoyment we could out of the days before school started. There were days at the lake, afternoons at the movies, and lots and lots of simply hanging out together and with friends.




You are now officially a SECOND GRADER. Your teacher requires that you read 15-minutes a day. Baby, you double that each day. In fact, at the end of the day, your reading time is your most important time. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I am so thrilled that you share our love of reading. You devour books. You read everything from Captain Underpants and The Diary of a Wimpy Kid series to the classics (Tom Sawyer, Huck Finn, Black Beauty, etc.). It is a beautiful thing to be a part of.

This year, too, we have allowed you a little more independence. This year, you come home by yourself. Some days we meet you part way and some days you come all the way home by yourself. I think you relish this freedom. Last year, all you wanted to do was walk home from school. And so far, you have proven you are up to this task.

Joey, when you were born, your father and I went from being a married couple to being a family. You made us a family. We are so very blessed to have you complete the circle. You are loving and sensitive, funny and athletic, beautiful and silly. We can take you with us anywhere and know that you will only enhance the experience. You are as at home at a nice restaurant as you are when we have folks (you hate that word, by the way!) over to watch UFC. You could talk for hours about Legos, Transformers, Harry Potter, sparring in Taekwondo, and different games on the iPad.




You continue to get older and I continue to want the clock to pause and allow me to enjoy this time for just a little longer. The clock won’t pause, though, and you ARE getting older. This year, you asked me to not make you lean in so I can kiss you goodbye when I drop you off at school in the mornings. I understand. It really isn’t cool to kiss your mommy in front of other kids. I’ll give you that one. But it still breaks my heart a little. At least you still allow our nightly ritual of blasting off, racing up the stairs, and the multiple “goodnights” complete with a random and funny story your father tells.


Every day is an adventure with you. From the time you wake up in the morning until you fall asleep at night, you have so much information to share with us. I love that. You always set high goals for yourself. Not only that, though. You are actually willing to put in the work to achieve your goals. And once you do? You set higher goals. To that end, you are now a blue belt in Taekwondo and one step closer to your ultimate goal, the black belt. You dream big, my son. Whether it’s the aforementioned black belt, hitting a home run, or reading the entire Harry Potter series, you have large plans for yourself and you actually put in the work to get there.


That's just how you roll...






Love,

Mom and Dad



Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Back to School...

2nd Grade School Supply List:
1 box washable Crayola markers (8 count, thick, classic)
2 boxes Crayola crayons (16 count) 48 #2 pencils, SHARPENED
1 package wide ruled notebook paper (150 sheets)
3 single subject spiral notebooks (wide ruled- red, blue, green)
8 folders with pockets and brads (2 blue, 1 green, 2 yellow, 1 purple, 2 red)
1 bottle Elmer's glue (8 oz)
1 box tissue (175 count)
1 school box (plastic)
3 large Elmer glue sticks
GIRLS: 1 box gallon Ziploc plastic bags
1 pk 3X3 sticky notes
BOYS: 1 box sandwich size Ziploc plastic bag
1 pk 3X5 note cards
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Sniff! He's growing up. Too damned fast. SECOND grade??? He was playing in the sprinklers as a toddler, jumping off the deck with his daddy only yesterday. How did this happen and please stop.

But the start of school does mean we are closer to the time of year I've started fantasizing about during the 100+ degree day delirium. Fall.

Without further ado, here is what I am looking forward to over the next couple of months (in no particular order):


  • Football.

  • Grilling (when the temp is still 95 at 9PM, it is just too darn hot to grill).

  • Fall baseball.

  • Boy Pop's 8th Birthday!

  • The last few days at the pool and the lake.

  • A "high" temperature that doesn't get out of the 90s, possibly 80s.

  • Cooler weather.

  • Fall food.

  • A break from the oppressive heat that drains every ounce of energy from me and turns me into a slug.

  • Working out again.

  • Planning Halloween, Thanksgiving, and Christmas.

So that's just a little bit of what I'm looking forward to in the next month or so. On average, the last 100+ degree day in my part of the world is around September 6th. I think I can make it until then without melting.


Of course, please feel free to remind me how miserable this heat has been when it is January and I'm complaining of the cold.




*Gratuitous shot of my long and lean boy. Did I mention he's almost eight! 8! OMG!







Monday, August 01, 2011

August 1, 2011 - A List

Welcome to the eighth month of 2011.

School starts in 22 days.

Boy Pop will be in 2nd Grade (OMG!).

We purchased one back to school item up to this point (shoes). They are very cool.

Boy Pop will be spending the next three weeks at a day camp.

An OUTDOOR day camp.

The high temperature today is supposed to hit 107.

It's really hot.

Boy Pop informed me this morning, in the car ride to the camp drop off, that he doesn't like being an only child and that he's perfectly okay with a screaming infant in the house and the fact that said screaming infant wouldn't be able to play with him for several years.

About the said screaming, "It'll just be a second alarm for me."

And he's okay with poopy diapers, too, apparently, as long as he doesn't have to change them.

None of the above statements have any deeper or hidden meaning about our current reality. Nor are any changes to our current reality in the works.

Just got a call from my car service department. Said vehicle was taken in for a loose door handle. And turns out I also have a "collapsed left side engine mount." Thank heavens for Power Train warranties! And loose door handles (not covered by Power Train and therefore will cost $210) without which, the "collapsed left side engine mount" would not have been discovered when I asked them to please run a transmission diagnostic while my car was there getting the handle fixed.

I need to figure out what to make for dinner this week. And then make a grocery list. And then go to the grocery store.

Good times!

August makes me happy and sad at the same time. Happy because we are this much closer to cooler weather. Sad because it is the end of summer and almost Boy Pop's birthday.

He will be eight.

I need an internet hug. He should still be four.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

All Growed Up

OMG! My baby is riding his bike!!!

Now, some people might think that this is not a momentous occasion. Some people might think that a seven year old should have been riding with the training wheels off for a couple of years by now.

Well those people can bite me!

Boy Pop is a smidge uncoordinated. The tae kwon do helps immensely, yes, and his balance has improved by leaps and bounds. But whenever he'd get on anything with wheels, he'd lean. Lean. And I do mean LEAN. It was as though he'd just list to one side or the other and not sit up straight.

So we started the tae kwon do. And we encouraged him to ride his scooter. And we took the training wheels off his old bike. And then got him a new bike. A cool bike. A DIRT BIKE!

And he'd get on those things, and lean. And fall. And if he didn't fall off his scooter, he didn't coast on it, either. And while we would still push him on riding the scooter, we sort of put the bike away in a corner.

Dr Pop and I talked about it. It was frustrating for us that he could not do it. But we held off. We decided to let him work on his balance on the scooter first. And he mastered the scooter. He's been riding it to and from school twice a week, every week, since the start of school. He has been so proud of himself!

But the bike. It just sat there. Untouched. Unmoved.

Then one day, a few months ago, Dr Pop came across this new motorized go cart thing by Razor. Man! This thing was cool! It was all he could do to not buy it immediately.

But he didn't. We decided that the next thing Boy Pop would ride/drive would be his bicycle. Once he got it down, then, and only then, would we consider getting him anything with a motor (He had one of those battery-powered Corvettes, but never drove it because we had nowhere good to take it... Just sold it in the garage sale).

Then Boy Pop saw the go kart. And fell in love. And we told him the deal. Bike next. And then? Nothing. He didn't push it, and neither did we.

Until last Thursday after school. We went out and practiced. He did okay. He tried to give up, but then... Didn't. He sat up straight. It was a start. He needed help with pushing off and getting his initial balance, but it was a good start.

And then? Yesterday after school, he tried again. After a few starts and stops, trials and errors, and a couple of stumbles, he got it. He pushed off by himself, gained his balance (a little wobbly at first) and just... Went.

Dr Pop captured the moment on his phone.

We are ridiculously proud of our boy and the perseverance he showed!

Friday, September 24, 2010

Dear Joey,

The other night, your baseball coach said to me as we were leaving a scrimmage, “Man! Joey is GOOD! His hitting has come such a long way and he is really smokin’ that ball!”

On Saturday, you will turn seven years old. I’m speechless.

I spent the past little while going back and re-reading my letters to you over the years. It’s something I’ve been doing since I started writing these to you so long ago.




*No, there isn't one for "One."

Well, you completed kindergarten with flying colors, baby, just as I knew you would. I’ve always written to you how smart I believe you are, and now I have official word. You are one of four students in your grade who tested into the “Talented and Gifted” program. Aside from your new “label” you simply amazed your teacher last year. You could add numbers in your head before he could do it on a calculator. You finished the year reading above a second grade level. Your report card was full of “4’s,” the highest grade available, exhibiting mastery at everything kindergarten. But as happy as your father and I am that you are academically gifted, we are more proud of what your teacher said about it… He told us how rare it is for a child to be so empathetic. You knew you were smart, but you never talked about it or boasted to your classmates. Instead, you were the helper. Your teacher would send your classmates to you for help.Over the past year, you have skyrocketed in height, but not width. We have to buy your shorts and jeans large and then cinch them up as much as possible. Your Nana saw a picture of you from this summer and asked if we were feeding you. You are so thin! It’s only because you are so active. Of course we feed you, and you have the capacity to eat a lot! But with Tae Kwon Do, baseball, soccer, scooter riding, recess, PE, swimming, etc, you simply burn it all off. And you have muscles! I can’t get over your muscles.

You owe most of those muscles to your work in Tae Kwon Do. In class, you are constantly doing sit-ups and push-ups, squatting, stretching, and doing things that exhaust me just to watch! After your next belt graduation, you will also graduate from the “Tiny Tiger” program. You progressed your way through each available belt and on October 18th, you’ll have your last official Tiger belt (orange with a purple stripe) and will move on to Basic, then hopefully Masters and/or Leadership. You love martial arts. You love your instructors. You love your classmates. A couple of months ago, you started sparring in class. That was a switch! You are now hitting people and kicking people… And they are hitting and kicking you back!

This past year, we have traveled together quite a bit. In November, instead of having a traditional Thanksgiving, your father and I introduced you and your grandparents to Playa del Carmen. It is now your favorite vacation destination. Your grandfather also told me that he cannot remember the last time he “relaxed” for more than two consecutive days. So it was definitely a hit! In March, we decided to take you out of school a couple of weeks before spring break to go to Colorado. Just like the year before, you excelled at ski school. You had two days of lessons, then you skied with us. You did great! You were fearless, flying down the mountain at breakneck speeds. At one point, you took off so fast and were a little out of control, so your daddy pointed his skis straight down the mountain after you. The only way you could stop was to fall. Finally, you did! Trust me, you stayed with us after that!

You tried soccer again this year, playing on an indoor winter soccer team at the YMCA. You did well and had a blast! We had so much fun watching you, too!

Your final season of T-ball kept us very busy through the end of the school year. You joined a new team with a great coach, who helped you tremendously. You hit the ball amazingly well and your fielding improved dramatically, too. We played some really tough teams and held our own. We even got third place in the mid season tournament! You did so well, in fact, that your coach told us he wanted you on his “Coach Pitch” team in the fall.

Summer came and you spent the majority of it at a day camp. It was all outdoors, all the time. You swam twice a day, took horseback riding lessons every day, and you learned all about gun safety, how to shoot a gun, how to shoot a bow and arrow, played kickball, learned songs, ran wild on their playground, watched movies (the list goes on and on and on!). You spent close to two weeks with your grandparents and also spent a week at a baseball camp at our local AAA affiliate.

In July, you, your daddy, and I packed up and went back to Playa. We spent a week swimming in the ocean, building sandcastles, hanging out, and making new friends from far off places. Your best buds on the trip were Thomas from The Netherlands and Jake from England.

True to your T-ball coach’s word, he drafted you to his Fall team, and the first week of August, you started working out with the same group of boys as the spring. We are three games into our fall season of play and undefeated! You have hit a triple and a double against kids who’ve played at this level before. You even got the game ball for game two!

You started first grade a month ago and already you are shocking and amazing your teachers. On the first Thursday of school, you found a marble in your backpack. You handed it to your teacher and told her, “Mrs. H, this is my lucky marble. You can have it.” Mrs. H thanked you and told you that she would take it to her son’s football game that night. You then said that you had a remote control at home that you could push to make the luck stronger.

The next day, Mrs. H let you know that she did, indeed, take the lucky marble to the game and that her son’s team won! She told us that you got this look on your face and said, “Oh. I think I’m gonna need that marble back. I have a lot of chores to do this weekend!” *Side note, you didn’t have chores!
Your TAG teacher also stopped me a few weeks ago as we were walking up to the school. He told me that he was extremely impressed with how eager you were to learn and how much you love math! Stuff like that just warms my heart!

You’ve been obsessed with your birthday more than ever this year, counting down the days. Yesterday, you declared that every year, when it is three days until your birthday, it is official “prank” day. You then pulled your version of pranks on me and your father, hiding under your fortress of blankets and pillows, and calling to us to come upstairs because you were ready. Then you jumped out and “scared” us.

Silly, wonderful boy. You are craving independence, wanting to scoot yourself to school and back all by yourself every day. It’s a mile each way. We let you do this on most Tuesdays and Thursdays, the days I work from home. And I walk behind you the entire way. It’s the best I can do.


I know you are getting older. I know that you are capable now of so much more. You are smart, funny, energetic, creative, athletic, independent, loving, sympathetic, empathetic, and just a good, kind soul. But I adore that you are still young enough to hold our hands.

Love,
Mommy and Daddy

Monday, September 20, 2010

Busy, Busy!

Stop the insanity!

Our lives have been non-stop, GO! GO! GO! I cannot remember when we have had a spare moment to just sit and breathe in and out. I think it started when we signed Boy Pop up for his first season of organized sports. No one told me that my life was going to belong to baseball and soccer fields and Tae Kwon Do studios for the past three years, but here we are.

Not that I’m complaining, mind you. I’m proud of all my boy wants to do and all that he has accomplished during this time. Did I tell you that we started our first season of “Coach Pitch” baseball this fall? No? Well we did. And when you go from hitting a ball sitting still on a Tee to having one thrown at you for you to judge and hit, well, there is a learning curve! We started unofficial baseball practices with our team during the first week of August. The season started on September 11th. Boy Pop has come such a long way. He even got the game ball for most valuable/most improved player after our second game of the season! I think he’s really developing a talent for this sport.

But with day camp all summer (all outdoors) and tae kwon do twice per week, the two practices per week for baseball were definitely exhausting on all of us. And now we have games. But if he’s happy and loves it, it is all good.

I’ve been working, working, working, as has Dr Pop. My heart is not in it lately, though. Last year, we started working from home twice per week. It has made a huge difference in my attitude about this place. I can honestly say that I don’t think I could have made it here this long without the benefit of my work from home days. But lately I’m finding myself more and more stressed out. I don’t want to go to sleep at night because that means I’m closer to another day of work. My job is not difficult to do. My tasks are relatively simple and I get paid fairly well to do them. Not a lot is asked of me and I’m pretty much left to my own devices. But. There’s always a but, isn’t there? But there’s just something that is nagging at me. Some undeveloped feeling, something that I cannot quite put into words, something that is welling up inside me and makes me dread the work day.

I was telling Dr Pop about how stressed I am and he told me that I didn’t seem stressed and I didn’t really complain about work. And I don’t… Much. I try very hard to NOT complain about my day or bitch about my company’s daily doses of dumbassery and jackassery. It serves no purpose because at the end of the day, I’m home and I’m complacent in my role and my paycheck. I work just hard enough to get by and hit my number. I know what I need to do and how I need to do it. And while making significantly more money is appealing, the prospect of actually working harder for it is not (yes, I know I’m what’s wrong with people these days).

So here I sit. I’ve just completed my first rambling post in quite some time and I feel better for it. I need to get back into gear with my blogging.

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

11 days

In 11 days, my one and only baby will turn 7.

He seeks more and more independence each day.

He is begging to ride his scooter to school... Alone.

I say yes to the scooter two days a week with me following behind.

It's the only compromise I'm comfortable with right now.

The exercise is doing me good.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Well Hello There!

I suppose I've abandoned my blog. One of these days, I'll get back into it, I swear! In the meantime, I've just been spending time with these handsome fellas:




School starts two weeks from today. I will officially have a first grader (OMG!). Our summer has been a non-stop whirlwind of camp (for the boy), work (for the parents), the lake, Mexico, hanging out with friends, and enjoying every moment that we have. There hasn't been a spare moment to put a coherent thought to print.


On a not-so-interesting side note, we managed to purchase all of the school supplies in one evening at three different stores. Considering the random supplies asked for, and in non-standard colors, I call this a success!

Thursday, October 29, 2009

I Nearly Went "Overboard" This Morning

Quote courtesy of www.imdb.com.

But WHAT? My children are in need of medical assistance! And you can sit here and smugly lecture me on the importance of tests? Tests which exist to pigeonhole childrens potential, a thing which cannot *possibly* be measured, least of all by anal compulsive HUNS! And my husband may be a "large child," but that's none of your business! And my children may be rotten, but they're MINE. And I think that they're bright, and sensitive, so I have no doubts whatsoever about their intelligence. I do however have *serious* doubts about YOURS.

In the movie, Overboard, there is a scene where Annie Proffitt is in a meeting with the principal of her sons' school about her wild children. She tells this woman off but good! And this morning, it was all I could do to not channel her rant and go rip a substitute teacher a new asshole.

Yesterday, my child, along with five others in his class, got in trouble for various and sundry things that were typical 5 and 6 year old behavior. In fact, none of the items listed in the note home to us seemed out of the ordinary or necessarily "bad." And after some of the things Boy Pop told me, my blood was already boiling.

That's neither here nor there. We dealt with those little issues. What really set me off was this morning, when Boy Pop was choosing his afternoon snack out of the pantry.

Boy Pop: Oh, I still have my snack from yesterday.
Me: Why?
Boy Pop: Because the teacher told us we could save them until tomorrow since we were so bad.
Me: ...
Boy Pop: She told us we were the worst class out of every class in kindergarten.

Excuse me, but you do NOT say that to a classful of children. Young children. And after more details were pulled from Boy Pop, this particular substitute should most definitely NOT be subbing at an elementary school level. She yelled at the class. Multiple times. This is so far from acceptable that I am still fuming.

I did not sign my son's note. Instead, I sent the actual teacher an email with my concerns. I tried to be polite. But I will not be signing this particular note home, period, and neither will Dr. Pop.

This woman can bite me.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Happy 6th Birthday, Boy Pop!

Dear Joey,

Tomorrow, you will be 6 years old.

As I’m writing this letter to you, I am watching your birthday gift do back flips and swim around. We got you a “frogosphere” from Brookstone on Monday and it has been in my office all week. The two frogs inside have been keeping me company on my work from home days. I’ll miss those little guys when they move from here to whatever place of honor in the house they will soon hold as your very first pets of your very own (your words).

Words cannot adequately express what I’m feeling right now. I remember so clearly the day you were born. And now you are six. No matter how much I want time to slow down, for the universe to suspend animation for a while so I can sit back and enjoy everything, every moment, every hair, every toe, every word, every look, every teeny, tiny detail about you, it won’t. And upon re-reading the last four letters I’ve written you, the recurring theme is that I want time to stop.


For Halloween, you were, of course, Optimus Prime. I can honestly say that in your short life, your Transformer obsession is the longest-running one. You’ve been a fan since you got those first three on your fourth birthday and have been collecting them, playing with them, drawing them, watching cartoons and movies of them ever since! I’m glad you love them still, though, because A) they are not cheap and I hate throwing money away on toys you won’t play with two months from now, and B) grounding you from them on the rare occasions you misbehave is a very effective punishment.


November was a laid-back month. We spent it watching football, finishing up the fall t-ball season, and hosting Thanksgiving. Thanksgiving is the one holiday we get to have at our house, and I cherish the time! I love sharing that with you… A holiday where we don’t have to drive or fly somewhere and can just be at home and have everyone come to us! And come they did! And this year, you even went to the annual Texas vs. A&M Thanksgiving football game. Nana and GrandDad came with us and we all tailgated together. It was a great day!


In December, it got colder here, but we decided we needed even more cold. So we all packed up (including Nana and GrandDad) and flew to Colorado. You went to ski school and skied like a champ, blowing through the first level and taking to the slopes like a pro. You are so athletic, it’s scary sometimes. I worry that you will have a hard time later choosing a sport to focus your time on. After Colorado, we all headed to Mema’s house once again for Christmas. When we got back, you, your daddy, and I all just hung out and rang in the new year together.


At the beginning of February, we enrolled you in the ATA “Tiny Tiger” program by our house. What an incredible experience this has been! You absolutely love tae kwon do. And we love that you love it! They have you doing things I could not imagine a five year old doing… From push-ups and sit-ups, to kicks, punch combinations, and self defense. You are quickly moving up the ranks and soon, you’ll graduate out of Tiny Tigers and into the basic class. Your muscles are getting defined as well… I’ve never heard of a 5-year-old with defined abs, but you have ‘em! This month, you graduated from green to purple belt and are now in the advanced class, learning how to use “Son Chul Bong” (i.e. Nunchuku).

You also went through two seasons of T-Ball this year (fall through the YMCA and spring through an actual league). Spring t-ball was a new experience. It was competitive, we kept score, and there were trophys and “all stars” at the end. It took some getting used to, but your father and I realized that in order for you to improve, you needed more than “everyone bat, everyone just throw to first.” And learn you did. Your favorite position this past spring was short stop and you excelled! Considering the way the season began, we did have our doubts…


At the very first t-ball meeting of the season. The meeting before practices start. The meeting where we meet the coach, the players, and the other parents for the very first time. You fell and broke your ankle. It was a slight fracture in your growth plate, requiring a cast for four weeks. FOUR. WEEKS. I was afraid your season was over before it had even started! Luckily, the season got off to a late start due to field issues and by the time the first game rolled around, the cast was off! You got very lucky with that break, you know… It was in a non-weight-bearing bone and you were given the green light to walk on it while wearing the cast.


Smack dab in the middle of t-ball, we hit what was probably the moment that had me grasping for the past the most over the past year… You lost your first tooth. The tooth that I watched come in when you were a baby. It had been loose for a while and you were obsessed with trying to pull it out. And on May 3rd, right before bed, you yanked that sucker out! The second one followed on July 7th and now you have two permanent teeth coming in, filling the empty spaces.

So t-ball came and went and all of a sudden, summer was upon us! We went to Mazatlan for Memorial Day Weekend. It was the first time we’ve taken you with us on a Mexico trip and you LOVED IT! And to tell you the truth, we loved it, too. So much so, in fact, that we all went back in July! You made friends at the resort, too, having never met a stranger. You swam and played in the ocean and pool, collected sea shells, and hung out with us. You also made friends with an on-site iguana you named Iggy. He was there both times and you had a blast feeding him French fries and ham.
When we got back from Mazatlan, we turned around twice and it was August. August was a tough month for your mother. I knew what was coming, you see. Kindergarten! I held onto August with all my might, bemoaning the coming fall. The heat was oppressive enough for us to not even go swimming. Imagine that! It was actually too hot to swim this summer! But that didn’t stop you from playing. You hung out with your friends. Watching you interact with other children is a completely captivating phenomenon, by the way. You play rough and you play nice. You try to include everyone. I see the internal struggles you wage when one friend is trying to monopolize your time and leave other friends out. Unfortunately, this dynamic is probably something you will face your entire life. I am so proud of how you act, though. You don’t allow anyone to be left out. These are skills that will serve you well through life.
This year has been the year of the trip for our family. We took you skiing in Colorado and to Mazatlan twice! Aside from those adventures, you spent a lot of time with your grandparents and Mema, and helped your great-grandfather celebrate his 82nd birthday in Oklahoma. We also had a stop-off at Sea World before our friends’ Craig and Vanessa’s wedding in San Antonio. You love Shamu and water slides, my boy. Unfortunately, while it *seemed* like you grew about 6 inches in the past year, the reality is that you’ve grown 2 and a half inches, and are still one inch shy of being able to ride the “Steel Eel” and that fact makes you a little sad.
I really want you to know how very much I cherished the past year. It was your last year before starting school. The last year of sleeping in, hanging out, and playing hooky if you and your dad wanted to. And while I’m sorry it had to end, it was a blast while it lasted!
On August 25th, your childhood status officially changed from preschooler to kindergartener. I sporadically burst into tears the entire week leading up to that day and I bawled my eyes out as I walked back to my car after dropping you off. You were so confident. So happy. So ready to jump into the next adventure! And while I may have cried that day, my tears weren’t all sad. They were also reflective and proud. Seeing you rush off with such joy in a room full of children who were clinging to their parents’ legs, sobbing for them to not leave, my independent, free-spirited little boy was ready.
The other day, you shared with me a story you were writing. You titled it “The King.” It took you two days to write the three-page story, cover page, and illustrated title page. As you were writing it, you shared the story with me. And once it was completed, you had me staple it together for you. The spelling is off, but that is just fine. The fact that you had a general idea on how to spell each and every word and did each one all by yourself is truly amazing.

The King
By Joey (September 19 – 20, 2009)

Ones upon u tim
Thr livd
A king
A nis king

He livd in a
Casl for for awa
He stad

U live 1000
Yers n thin
Did

(Translated: Once upon a time there lived a king. A nice king. He lived in a castle far, far away. He stayed alive 1000 years and then died.)


You are extremely curious and have inherited the same love for reading that your father and I both have. I am thrilled for you. You soak up every word and action in the world around you. It’s a real eye-opener for your father and I. Your curiosity knows no boundaries. You have no limits. Sometimes, your curiosity is not quite appropriate, but that is something that your father and I need to work on. I don’t know if it’s the fact that you are an only child and have spent your entire life around adults or if it is just innate in your nature, but you come across so much older than you are. We have to stop and remind ourselves that you are, in fact, only 5 (now 6) on those occasions that you do act your age. You get so frustrated when you cannot figure things out. More so when you cannot adequately verbalize what you are trying to say. You want so badly to let us know what’s on your mind that your mouth works faster than your brain and you stumble a bit. We are always reminding you to slow down, think it out, then tell us. And sometimes we get frustrated as well. You might be the best reader in the world, but the patience department is definitely lacking… Perhaps another inheritance from Mommy and Daddy? That’s okay, though. It’s just something we can all work on together.

You are always asking me to tell you stories. You want real ones and made up ones. And poop ones. Don’t get me started on your very typical boy obsession with bodily functions!!! You and your father can laugh forever when you make the armpit fart sounds or he tells you a “Longtail poop story” before bed. It’s a guy thing and I’m glad you have your daddy to teach you those things.

And while I have so much more to say and share with you, this is getting a little on the long side. So I'd like to tell you a little story...

Once upon a time,
There lived a little prince named Joey.
He lived with his mommy and daddy, the king and queen.

Their days were spent playing and laughing and learning.
They watched too much TV.
They ate dinner together and had lots of hugs.

Each night, the prince would “blast off” from the king's arms into the queen's.
The prince and queen would race up the stairs to bed.
The prince always won and then would say his prayers and hide under his covers.

The king would bring the royal dog to the prince’s bedroom.
The royal dog would then jump on the bed and “find” the prince.
Everyone would get hugs and kisses and maybe a story or two.

Then the king would turn off the light with the words,
“Have super-sweet dreams and sleep super-tight.”

As the king and queen went down the stairs each night,
The prince would call out,
“Night Mommy and Daddy!”
The king and queen would reply,
“Goodnight Joey!”
And again, “Night Mommy and Daddy!”
And again, “Goodnight Joey!”
And again, “Night Mommy and Daddy!”
And then, “Good night Joey, go to sleep, we love you!”

This would play out four times. And on the fifth, “Goodnight Mommy and Daddy, last time!”
And the king and queen would say in unison, “Ooooooookaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy, laaaaaaaasssssttttt tiiiiiiiimmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, SHAMALAMADINGDONG, OLDMACDONALDHADAFARMEIEIO, ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQURSTUVWXYZNOWI’VESAIDMYABCS, NEXTTIMEWON’TYOUSINGWITHME, LALALALALALA! Good night!”

And they all lived happily ever after.

The end.

Love,

Mommy and Daddy

Monday, September 21, 2009

Generations

Their birthdays are 5 days apart. One just turned 88, and one is about to turn 6.
Meet the oldest and youngest members of the family.
Happy Birthday, Mema!

Friday, August 28, 2009

Friday Confession and Other Musings

This week has just about killed me...

Boy Pop loves school. He came home from his first day saying, "It was the funnest day, ever!" This week, he also was chosen to participate in the morning announcement broadcast, a production that shows to all classes first thing in the morning, via closed-circuit TV. He held the flag as the classes said the pledge of allegiance. My big boy! He was even the only one who held his hand over his heart!

As for me? I'm not loving my new schedule of waking up earlier than I ever thought I would, getting myself ready, then waking my child up, cooking breakfast, doing all the morning things with my child, then driving him to school and myself to work. I truly under-appreciated my husband these past three years. He graciously took over the morning routine once he started working out of the house and it SAVED me!

I took the day off work on Tuesday. I think that was, in hindsight, a mistake. What I gained in private time to sob for the end of my son's "baby"hood (yes, I know he's almost 6, but he was a baby!), I lost in other ways. It really was nice to have the day to myself, to be able to get some things done around the house, uninterrupted. To be able to do it all while I'm fresh and not exhausted by a nine hour grind at a place I don't love. To be able to pick up my son right when school got out and walk with him and hear all about the day, right when the day was done, and not after he spent time in after-school care.*

But then, when I was taking a quick trip to the store yesterday with Dr Pop, I was immediately reminded why I work... I dropped a tidy sum of money on items to improve the organization of my home. Money I earned and was able to spend any way I chose (after bills, of course). Money that would not be there otherwise. Money that helps us live a nice life and will help us quit the daily grind all the sooner.

I flip-flop on the subject a lot.

But if this week is any indication, then next 13 years are going to kill me.

*So, after-school care. Hmmm... Not loving my choice right now. It is at the school and is extremely chaotic. In the next few weeks, I think Dr Pop and I are going to come up with a plan to eliminate this altogether.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

August, 2009


FIRST. DAY. OF. SCHOOL.
[sob!]

Sunday, August 23, 2009

August, 2008


Dr Pop says that the Sharpie Corporation contracts with the buttercream icing company to make indelible icing that stains one's mouth, skin, and clothing for weeks.


Saturday, August 22, 2009

August, 2007


Boy Pop's first day of pre-kindergarten, part 1. Because of his birthdate, he was in pre-kindergarten for two years. His school required uniforms.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

School Starts in Exactly One Week

I'm not ready for this little stinker to be so grown up!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Nightly Prayer and Other Musings

Now, in bullet point style!
  • Each night, I pray to God that I don't screw up Boy Pop's life.
  • Today, I took Boy Pop to get a chicken pox vaccine (new requirement to enter school).
  • I hate taking him to get shots.
  • Because he cries.
  • Which hurts me immensely.
  • So I took him to get ice cream afterwards.
  • He ate ice cream at 10:30 AM.
  • I didn't.
  • I should get a medal.
  • Because I love ice cream.
  • Especially chocolate drumsticks.
  • And now there is a box in my freezer with three more in it.
  • On the way home from the doctor's office, I was flipping through channels to find a good song.
  • Boy Pop made me stop on a Pink Floyd song.
  • Because he thought it was cool.
  • My kid loves music, but only the music I'm not totally enamored with.
  • But he loves Flyleaf.
  • And so do I.
  • They are from just up the road.
  • And for being a frequent artist on Sirius's Octane channel, one would never know that they are actually a Christian band.
  • But they are.
  • They announced it at either ACL Festival or South by Southwest this year.
  • I have yet to purchase a single school supply for Boy Pop.
  • But he has an awesome ATA backpack.
  • Hope it lasts.

The countdown begins...