I’m
pretty sure when they say things get better with age they are not
putting memory in that category. And considering my mildly bad memory
right now, I’m guessing it is going to be really bad in another 10-15
years. With that said I guess I should be posting for historical
record, or at least for my own memory, some of the cool/funny/original
things that Ellie is doing as a 3-year-old.
The one that was the
cutest, but no-longer is the cutest, is when she folds her hands across
her body and stomps with one foot and says, “I’m mad.” It was cute in
the beginning because usually it was because of something like, Bauer
wouldn’t throw the ball back to her, or when she would run around the
house with her blanket tucked into the back of her shirt she wouldn’t
start flying. But now it’s gotten to the point where she says it and
she’s really mad about something, thus pouting, or crying…no longer
cute.
She’s replaced the cuteness
with a little Queen. One of the current TV commercials that seems to
get played a lot in the early evenings is for a radio station. I’m not
even sure which one, but they play Queen’s We Will Rock You as a music
bed as they flash all artists that they play on their station. Clearly
it’s on a lot because the other day she was sitting in the chair, just
hanging out and that commercial came on. I didn’t pay much attention to
anything until I heard this little voice in over on the chair say “we
will, we will, ROCK YOU.” I turned quickly and caught her bobbing her
head and singing Queen. I’m sure most of you know where music ranks on
my list of interests, somewhere between mowing the lawn and going to the
dentist. I was never into music as a kid, and still find very little
use for it. When my car radio station leaves sports, it will jump over
to country, and if I’m really in a “shake-it-up” kind of mood, I’ll put
on best of the ‘80s or ‘90s on XM, but those times are rare. So clearly
the love of music gene didn’t come from me.
I’m also enjoying the fact
that she hasn’t fully grasped the concept of time yet. For her
everything is 5 minutes. I’ll say, 5 minutes until bedtime, or 5 minutes
before we leave. And for her I think that translates to something is
going to happen soon. But the best part is when we are at the park and
I’ll say “OK, we gotta go in 10 minutes” she’ll come back with “No, 5
minutes.” So everything else means we gotta go and do it now, but
5-minutes means in a little bit. So for the time being I’m enjoying the
fact that there is very little negotiating with her, it’s either right
now or in 5-minutes. Which I can live with.
Switching topics real
quick, the one tough thing about being a gymnastics parent, is the
uncertainty of the meet times. It’s not like soccer or baseball where
you get the schedule before the season starts and you can pretty much
lock in the day, then block off a few hours. With gymnastics, each meet
is different, and since they are two-day (sometimes three-day) events,
you don’t get the exact day or time until a couple weeks before that
meet. So we usually just block off the whole weekend, then the specific
four hour block once we get the start time. And since our social
calendar doesn’t really fill-up that quickly, it’s usually not a
problem. But this past weekend it did get a little tricky. Katelyn had
a meet (maybe Friday, maybe Saturday, maybe Sunday) and it was also the
weekend of Disney on Ice. So not knowing which day the meet was going
to be, I only got two tickets, just in case they overlapped. That way I
could go to Katelyn’s meet and Steph could take Ellie to Disney on Ice
if they happened to be at the same time. Well, turns out that they
didn’t overlap. Katelyn’s meet was on Friday in San Jose , which was
nice and convenient, leaving Saturday for Disney on Ice. So Steph took
Ellie to see Disney on Ice with Ellie’s friend Leah and her parents
Marisa and Jig. Which meant that I had about 2 hours of free time
before I was going to meet them for dinner. And since the weekend
before was filled with kitchen duties, and lots of cooking, I decided to
get back to some caveman roots. So I messed around with the chainsaw
and sprayed poison (I sprayed the backyard with Roundup. I’m sure that
will be an ongoing topic for this blog as I attempt to redo, or at least
fix-up, the backyard). Basically I got in touch with my inner Tim “The
Tool Man” Taylor, ARGGHH ARGGHH ARGGHH!
With
a that said, I am accelerating the Spring Cleaning this year. With the
baby set for mid-may I’d like to have everything situated in terms of
my usual spring duties by mid-April because I’m guessing, and this is
only a guess, that Steph may have a list of things for me to do in those
weeks leading up to the due date. So I can’t drag the cleaning out
until June this year, gotta get it done in the next two months.
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