Note: This post is part of Fatherhood Friday at Dad Blogs, where all the cool kids are hanging out. (Moms are welcome over there!) I *might* even have a column called “Teen Angst” there. Welcome to my visitors from DB; thanks for stopping in! We sent the kids off to their first day of school yesterday without a hitch as usual; it’s hard to believe that they are both in high school. Every year on the first day, I take a photo of them standing together. I’ve done this since the older one was in preschool and the younger one wasn’t even in school yet; I was going to post…
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Fly Like An Eagle
Wow. After a bunch of years that went by way too fast, alot of patience, and a tremendous amount of work (plus a little bit of nagging), tonight this guy: “magically” turned into this guy. He’s our family’s first Eagle Scout.Wow.
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Flying High
It’s done. I have to be totally honest: there were a few moments during which Jim and I doubted we’d be able to say that. But here we are. I’m talking about the Older Boy’s Boy Scout Eagle Project. It has been a little less than a year in the making; it’s been a year of pushing, pulling, nagging, complaining–some by us, some by him. It’s been a year of learning when to stop pushing and let him take the reins. It’s been the year of gentle reminders. It’s been the year of juggling and prioritizing. It’s been a year of a wee bit o’ negativity, but mostly positivity. It’s…
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Ping Pong Would Have Been Much Cheaper, But Wouldn’t Have Provided Moments Such As This One.
This year, we signed the sixteen-year-old up for two off-season Lacrosse programs: one 6-week strength conditioning session and one 6-week team league, both of which would take him up to tryout week. This year, the families in our Lacrosse Club found ourselves having to purchase new uniforms because the ones we had been using had some stripe on the sleeves whose width didn’t jive with the IHSLA rules (or something like that). This is something that totally sucked for everybody, but especially for those of us who had a new player and bought a new uniform LAST year. Eek. This year, the club registration fees went up. This year, his…
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Time Flies When You’re Having Sons.
I am finding it very hard to believe that, fourteen years ago today, I was evicting this 9-pound, 11-ounce baby from my womb. As expected, he’s much more fun out here. Happy Birthday, Rock Star!!!