www.happyfamilyfuntime.com
Our latest domain! We (and by ‘We’, I mean ‘Jim’) are going to do something like our sadly neglected www.fireworksevents.com, but we’re going to concentrate on Chicago area events at first -and- it’s going to have categories like, Parades, Carnivals, Festivals, Perfomances, etc. A kind of mini-metromix, but with family type categories.
I just love that domain name, though!
Shelby went in for his annual blood test on Thursday last week, after school.
Got the results today. He’s at 0.99 - Still low moderate.
:-(
Off to google ‘Oldest age for outgrowing milk allergy’ & try to find some hope.
aaarrrggghhh!
So much to say on this subject - so much that it’s going to be incoherent - and that I don’t have time right now to write it all out.
And, feeling kind of ‘What’s the point now, anyway?’, since next week is the last game of the season, most of the problem parents have U6 kids who might be moving up to U8 next season, anyway. And don’t even get me started about U8, but I don’t know if I can do anything about it. I’m afraid it’s too late for Shelby, that he’s already been messed up by the pressure of U8 (how ridiculous is that???) & that I can’t fix it/him, anyway.
Maybe more later, if I find the time & the words.
Just have been reading so much about ‘bad soccer parents’ (google it - you’ll find some sad, sad stories & plans that well-meaning soccer organizers have had to try to put in place to deal with them) & thought that maybe if I started blogging about it, I might get it all out & figure it all out.
back to work…
I take a bit of pride in the fact that my kids say that from time to time.
I hope that other kids don’t ever have a reason to say that to their moms about me.
Last night, leaving the swimming pool, 5yo boy laying in middle of parking lot, not moving. 2yo brother walking by him, poking at him, wandering away. No adults in sight. My kids & I see him down. They (and I) worry that he’s hurt & hurry to him. As we get almost there, he sits up - just fine. I start my ‘Cars can’t see you when you’re down low & you could easily get run over’ lesson. As I turn away from him, towards my car, I see his mom & little brother standing beside their minivan’s open sliding door about 10 feet away (door was facing away from me when I was crossing lot, so I didn’t see her there until then). She smiles kind of sheepishly at me.
And, on the way to the car, the kids asked “Why did his mom let him do that?”.
So, I’m glad that my kids know that they shouldn’t do things like that. And, take a bit of pride in the fact that they know this.
I wish it never came up, though. I wish that there was never a time when a kid was allowed to do something dangerous or rude.
