So the other day was my birthday. Ha, I just inadvertently typed birthday with a g making it girthday thus making up my own word which sadly fits me these days. Hey, maybe someone should have gotten me this vacuum for my birthday. And yes, this commercial was previously on this blog but it's so funny that I thought, "Why not show it again?". Anyway when my kids were getting ready to sing Happy Birthday, my son says, for no apparent reason, let's sing it in Spanish. So he starts singing Feliz Navidad, realizes that's wrong, starts over with Feliz Cumpleaños and then gives up and says, "Never mind, let's just sing it in American". And no, the fact that it was my girthday did not stop me from having a piece of cake.
My daughter's school had a Walk to School Day on Wednesday and although I think that it's kind of sad that we need to have a day for something that we used to just do, I did enjoy it. The weather didn't really cooperate, it has been a horrible week here but we just brightened things up with a brightly colored umbrella. I was working at another school that morning so it took some maneuvering to work out the logistics but it was worth the tiny little bit of extra time that it took to make it happen. It was really nice to spend some quality tech free time with my daughter. It also brought back so many fond memories of when my kids were smaller and life wasn’t so hectic and we would walk on a somewhat regular basis. I just may try to implement a couple of my own walk to school days before the end of the year.
Still not too happy about my son spending 9 innings (9!!) in center field on Wednesday night. Not too sure what to do about it since he doesn't want me to say anything because he doesn't want the coach to get mad at him. I told him that he's already in the outfield, what else can the coach do to him and he said that he could sit him for a few innings and then put him in the outfield. Good point so if I say something and that happens, he'll really be unhappy (mostly with me). The whole situation is really frustrating to me because like I teach my kids, I try to always be a good sport but when he's spending inning after inning in the outfield, I find myself getting more and more annoyed. And I don't want to pass that on to him but if I'm annoyed, it's really hard to put a positive spin on things when he gets in the car after the game and the first thing that he tells me is how boring the game was.
On the flip side, I have heard a lot of positive reaction about the letter from my daughter's coach. I have had a lot of people tell me that's so refreshing to see a letter like that from a coach and that they wish more coaches would follow her lead.