We have a new Sweetie!
His name is Sam. 8 pounds, 9 ounces. Beautiful, too.
We have a new Sweetie!
His name is Sam. 8 pounds, 9 ounces. Beautiful, too.
“You know why I made the second basket? Because the first one felt so good.”
Kiley, age 8, after scoring 4 of her team’s 8 points in her first ever basketball game. Final score: 8-8 in OT.
Need to purchase an official NFL Joe Montana jersey, youth/large. Online seems sold out.
Anyone?!?!
“This song makes me feel like I want to be a bad boy.”
4-year-old Reid to his mother while listening to Eminem’s “Love the Way You Lie.”
From Jill’s comment.
NFL coaches get paid big bucks, but it may not be worth it when the first-graders are on your case. Yesterday, in the fourth quarter, Philadelphia Eagles coach Andy Reid, trailing the Bears 13-31, opted for a field goal on fourth and goal at the four yard line.
The kick was good, but Aidan isn’t pleased.
You see, Aidan has the Eagles quarterback on his fantasy football team and yesterday’s opponent, his uncle Rob, has the Eagles placekicker. Ultimately Uncle Rob beat Aidan by less than half a point. (And the Bears beat the Eagles 31-26.)
Here’s Aidan’s fan letter to Coach Andy Reid:
This is a sequel to a photo I posted last May of Alex fielding a ball. That photo is superior to this I believe, but I captured his feet (and a cloud of dust) this time.
Click the image to see a larger version — and here to see the next moment.
I asked how The Sweeties were going to dress for Halloween and was told Kiley was going to go as the girl in those Swedish books.
“My God,” I said, “Kiley is dressing as Lisbeth Salander!?”
“No! No! Pippi Longstocking.”
Phew!
Second-grade Sweetie Kiley wrote a story and really wanted to see it published.
So, Grandpa proudly presents “Oreo” by Kiley.
Cups rattled and colored leaves blew. My purple hat went flying and then my dog turned bright pink and grew five red eyes! His claws grew three times bigger while his teeth became sharper and sharper! My poor little Oreo! (That’s his name.) Oreo’s nose turned dark blue as the wind howled and whistled so hard my blue eyes stung and my hands were frozen in place. Then I looked down…I really was freezing! Oh no, I crack! My entire body has frozen. The monster dog has buried me in the blowing bushes! Oreo stood guard as the moaning wind whistled louder than a train. Suddenly, the sun came out and melted me! Oreo barked and then disappeared in a cloud of black smoke. Venders in the street yelled and pink flowers bloomed. A long beautiful rainbow covered the green land. I was happy until the wind barked and a cat snuck up behind me –
To be continued…
Sweetie Sofia is 7 today. Her mother took this photo. Happy Birthday, Sofie.
. . . but it surely makes the list. Re-posted from last year.
If this story
… makes you feel one-tenth as good as it does me, you’ll have a great day, too.
Jill reports on three-year-old Reidie:
Reid just woke up. He has a cold and he’s also having a hard time adjusting to the new schedule — he naps, and then he can’t go to sleep at night, and then he gets up late, and then he won’t nap and he’s exhausted by 7:00…
Anyway, he just woke up and I asked him (as I always do), “What did you dream about?”
“Darth Vader was chasing me.”
“Oh no! Were you scared?”
“No.”
“Really? I would have been scared.”
“Grandpa was holding my hand.”
School began for four of The Sweeties this morning. Shown here are Kiley (2nd) and Alex (K), Aidan (1st) and senior citizen Mack (4th). All four cousins attend the same school, where their mother/aunt teaches.
Sweetie Sofie in Denver has been in school for several weeks already. She needed a break. She’s shown here “fishing” with her dad.
Sweetie Reid begins his last year of preschool shortly.
Been hanging with some of The Sweeties for this past week — with more to come. That means, of course, that I’ve been in the National Capital Area. Love it here in late July and early August: 95 degrees and a billion percent humidity.
The divisional swim meet was Saturday and three of The Sweeties competed and won a passel of ribbons. On Sunday Aidan (6) and Mack (9) were recognized as their 315-kid team’s most improved (for boys 6-and-under and boys 9-10 respectively). Aidan won the same trophy last year. Kiley (7) should win a lot of points next year when she’s among the oldest kids in her age group. Alex (5) and Reid (4) will compete next year — each has already swum a complete 25 meter lap.
Glad to have such strong swimmers for grandkids, especially after the tragic news story from Arkansas earlier this week. I’m a very poor swimmer myself and didn’t even learn until I was in college. According to a couple of studies reported at Slate, one third of adults claim they cannot swim the length of a pool (25 meters) and more than half of teenagers cannot do more than splash around in the shallow end.
Emily, official younger daughter of NewMexiKen, is coaching an 8-and-under softball team this spring. None of the girls had ever played before. They struggled during the regular season — I saw a couple of their early games — all losses and mostly strikeouts — but they got better.
This week the girls entered the championship tournament as the third place team — out of four — but they’ve won all three of their games and go into Saturday in the winner’s bracket. The other remaining team will have to beat them twice.
Go Lime Turtles!
That’s the coach with her daughter, Sweetie Kiley.
Photo taken by Jill a few weeks ago.
Last Saturday 9-year-old Mack ran a mile race and took second overall for kids 12 and under. Exactly 30 minutes after finishing the mile, he ran a 5K finishing fourth in his age group.
There were 500 runners altogether in the two races.
(Mack’s brother Aidan won the mile for boys 6 and under. Their cousin Kiley took second among girls 7-8. Aidan and Kiley declined to also run the 5K.)
From the runs Mack went to a chess tournament. He had a draw and a loss before having to leave early (his brother Reid had a playground accident resulting in a dislocated shoulder).
Later in the afternoon Mack played a half of soccer.
Sunday’s football game was rained out.
Photo taken between the mile and the 5K. His day was just beginning.