Another weekend has come and gone, and we are back to some sort of normalcy around the house. Quite the historic weekend though with a new beginning for two royal love birds and the death of the most wanted terrorist in the world. Lily loves to hear and talk about Princesses so we discussed that over the weekend. Obviously she is not ready to have a discussion on terrorism, but I look forward to the discussions we will have as all the kids grow older. As Lily will tell you when you ask her why she asks so many questions; "because I'm inquisitive."
Friday night we had some friends and their kids over for a cookout, and both couples had all girls so I believe the total number of screaming girls on the trampoline at one point was 8. What a piercing noise that was. Kasey had to work Saturday morning so once it again it was Daddy squaring off against the monsters in the morning. Normally they are only allowed a certain amount of television per day, but I pretty much threw that out the window Saturday just to get a few things done without hearing one of them chirping Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, over and over and over. It is annoying just reading it.
I managed to get everybody fed and dressed and in the car to go to Lily's soccer game without too much trouble. As far as the soccer game goes, I don't really have a report to share because Lawson uncharacteristically melted down on me. He was sitting there eating grass like he always does at the games and just started crying. He is a pretty simple kid; he likes food and he does not like to be left alone. The bottle came out, that didn't work. A cereal bar came out and that didn't work. All the soccer moms were starting to worry because they had never seen him cry and you can hear the rumblings. One mom asked if she could try and that didn't work. It was pretty hot so by this time the poor kid is sweating, red faced and just plain pissed off. All I could think to do was walk until he fell asleep so we walked and walked. Lawson would close his eyes and then after a couple seconds would start back in squirming and screaming.
To break from the story for just a second, when Kasey was prego with Lily, I read one book and one book only because I don't put much stock in the books they put out for expecting parents. The book was called Mack Daddy and basically gave some ideas on how to make being a Daddy cool. One of the tips that stuck with me (except when it mattered at the soccer game) is that children cry for many reasons. It could be they are hungry, tired, in pain, or uncomfortable just to name a few. The example the author gave was his kid was crying and he finally figured out the tag was still on his clothes and was poking him in the back.
Back to my story. Unbeknown to me the soccer moms were racking their brains on what they could do to help, and they came up with an idea. So one of the moms simply asked if she could take his shoes off. You can probably figure out the rest of the story from there, but sure enough the boy quit crying immediately and turned right back into the lovable little Chiclets smiling kid we know. I think the marks on his feet from his shoes being too small have finally gone away as well. Guess who showed up 2 minutes after the tantrum? Mommy got to spend some quality time with the kids the rest of the day and Daddy went and got out of the house for a while by himself.
Until tomorrow,
Jeff, Kasey, Lily, Abby, Chloe and Bigfoot
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