Thing Two got a hit his first time up at bat in his first tee ball game this week. I posted a video of it on Facebook, and our friend Greg, a sports editor, enjoyed the video. He said to tell Thing Two that he hit that ball so hard he tattooed it! Greg always wants to know the boys’ responses to his jokes, anecdotes or messages, so I recorded this one.
Thing One does the mile run at school tomorrow. He decided he needs to make sure he’s properly fit. I won’t take him to a gym tonight, and he doesn’t want to run around the neighborhood, so he’s doing my Jillian Michaels 30 Day Shred DVD. His brother is “helping.” I love this on so many levels.
Thing One brought basketball logic to a whole new level this afternoon. He turned and started to walk away before I was done talking. When I accused him of leaving prematurely, he said, “but Mom, I didn’t move my pivot foot.”
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A PSA about the cool new Vine app — don’t use it to film action. Thing One’s first basket in a few games, and I missed it because my six seconds ran out. “He dribbles, he shoots, he …”
As much as I love that the boys are getting old enough to play more grown up games, I’ll be sad when the Mouse Trap phase of life is over.
So, Thing Two has been asking me tonight to sing the song I sang to him “10 days ago, or maybe last week.”
“You know, Mom, it had a sort of low tone and a nice beat, and you kept hitting your leg to keep the beat..”
“I sang it in my head all day after that. Will you sing it again?”
We listen to a lot of music around here, and we’ve been particularly fond of a Stevie Wonder Pandora station lately. The possible options here made for quite a long list. (I was sure it was going to end up being “Lean On Me,” but nope.)
Well, I’m thrilled that it ended up being this song — one of the all-time greats. Thing Two and I had a nice dance around the living room this evening, singing it to each other and making up dance moves and hand motions.
There are cheerleaders at this Upward game. Here’s what my 9-year-old just said: “They’re so tall and cute and pretty. I just want to kiss them.” Heaven help us all.
Thing One got this dressed up today for P.E. class, of all things! It was square dancing day, and he’d gotten paired with a certain young lady. He wanted a tie. He waited until after breakfast to put his nice shirt on. He wanted hairspray. He said he wouldn’t pick his nose at school. It was huge.
And then … there was a substitute. No square dancing. Sigh. But, he told the young lady that he’d dressed up for her, and they had a “date” during indoor recess, playing a game together. So all was not lost.
Did I mention he’s only 9?