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Beach Football

Mad Dog travelled this week so it was just me and the boys.  As the boys are older, these stretches of time without Mad Dog are easier and easier.  It has gotten so much easier that sometimes, I even manage to have fun with the boys.  This concept of fun as I am lone-parenting was inconceivable a couple of years ago.  I am so thankful for how far we’ve grown as a family.

That’s not to say that my authority isn’t tested, my patience isn’t tried and brothers don’t try to maul each other.  Maybe I’ve grown immune to some of the craziness and have accepted that if my boys are awake, peace and calm have most likely left the building.  It also helps when one or both of them say something so cute, it immediately erases any frustration from my memory stores.

As I was supervising evening showers, Full Speed shared his thoughts.  “Mom, I know you really want a beach condo.  I am going to try my best to find a way to help Dad get you that condo.  How do you think I could do that?”

First of all, if you know me at all, I dream about living near the ocean on a daily basis.  For that to register with my 8-year-old felt like reward enough.  Secondly, a beach condo seems inconsequential to my happiness if my kid grows up to be as thoughtful and caring as he was in this moment.

“Full Speed, that is so nice of you to offer to help me and your Dad out, but don’t you worry, we’ve got that covered.  All I want is for you to be happy and do something you really love when you grow up.”

He thought about what I said for a moment and then continued, “Well, maybe I could play football.  Some players get a million dollars a game.  If I play five games, that’s five million dollars and that could really help out.”

Sounds like a win-win, doesn’t it?

Even at age two, Full Speed knew he loved football
Even at age two, Full Speed knew he loved football
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On Fire


As we were leaving Grandma and Grandpa’s last night I hurried the boys along. I wanted to make sure we got home in time to watch the halftime show of the Super Bowl. Mad Dog said to the boys, “You can stay up and watch Beyoncé and maybe the start of the second half.”

“What’s a Beyoncé?” asked a clearly perplexed T.Puzzle.

We figured once he watched her perform, he would understand. I mean how can you define a Beyoncé anyway?

I don’t know what was more entertaining to watch, while the Destiny’s Child reunion was pretty awesome, the look of dazed wonder on my boys’ faces as Beyoncé shimmied and shook across the stage was entertainment in and of itself. They didn’t quite grasp what was happening and then Full Speed got extremely concerned when flames shot from the stage.

“Fire on the stage is very dangerous,” he said sternly. He looked worried that Beyoncé could burst into flames at any moment.

Give it a few more years and something tells me the boys won’t need flames to think Beyoncé is hot. Right now, I’m going to appreciate that fire safety is more attention-getting for them than her shaking booty.

As for Mad Dog’s take on the show, for his own reasons for personal safety, he never shared them out loud.

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Setting the Bar Low

Sometimes I exasperate myself wishing my boys would pay attention to me.  It’s frustrating when you instruct your kid to put their dirty laundry in the utility sink (located conveniently in the laundry room), and instead, it winds up in an unsanitary heap in your kitchen sink.  Yuck.  The only way I can remotely relate to this lack of attention to detail, is when Mad Dog spouts off some football score that I am specifically supposed to tell the boys about in the morning.  Of course, the first thing they ask me when bounding downstairs is, “Mom, did they win?”  I respond with a quick, “Sure!” and then a moment later, realize that no, such and such team did not win.  “Sorry, guys, but I meant to say they lost.”

“Well, what was the score, then?” they chime together.

Whoa!  I’m supposed to remember who won AND the score?

I think it might be helpful if everyone took a deep breath and lowered their expectations.  Then again, dirty laundry in my kitchen sink?  Really?


Crazy Legs

Full Speed’s flag football season wrapped up this morning.  It took him a while to hit his stride.  Once he gained some momentum in the season, he became one of the team’s most electrifying players.  Parents would comment on the sideline how he was all heart.  He gave no less than 100% for each and every play whether it was in a game or at practice.  His little fifty pound body was flying, diving, rolling and leaping all over that field.  There were touchdowns, sacks, two-point conversions and Tasmanian devil-like runs down the field.

The season was not without its bumps. Like Mad Dog says, every superhero has an Achillies heel.  Crazy Legs was not immune.


He doesn’t like rain.  He doesn’t like his clothes to be wet.  The more rain-soaked his football jersey, the worse his attitude became.

Crazy Legs may return to flag football to try to reclaim some of his early season glory.

Let’s hope next season is full-out sunshine or Crazy Legs may have to change his nickname to Lazy Legs.

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Are You Ready for Some Football?

Do you ever wonder if we complain about something just to give ourselves something to do?  How can I be upset that my husband loves football?  It’s not like I didn’t know this before we got married.  If any of you know him, he will gladly recount his famous “The Buckeyes are Why I Got Married” story. 

So, he may be less available to me on the weekends and/or we will have to plan our weekend fall activities around Buckeye games.  It could be worse.  I could be forced to watch the games and I’m at a point in my life that I would much rather read a book or go to a movie with a friend or start my hair on fire… you get the drift.

There is an upside to all of this.  Everything has an upside if you scrutinize it enough.  Mad Dog is involving our boys in his football passion.  They already are reciting Buckeye related phrases on command and Full Speed is becoming much more invested if they win or lose.  This means the boys will be spending more time with Mad Dog. 

Maybe I like to complain about football because I feel so left out.  Maybe I’m worried that I will be completely forgotten about on weekends and have to eat my meals in solitude or go for long, contemplative walks by myself.  Or maybe that sounds like a little slice of heaven.   

Maybe I should complain less and embrace more.  Maybe football season will become my very favorite season after all.