On the morning she could sleep in

So the child who couldn't drag herself out of bed at 7 a.m. yesterday, was ready to start her day at 7:30 today. That extra half hour makes such a difference!

Or maybe it has something to do with what she does - or doesn't - have to do today.

Last night, she told me her tummy hurt. "I'm not going to throw up," she assured me. "My tummy just hurts."

Knowing that she was tired, and feeling remarkably unambitious myself, I invited her to cuddle with me on the couch, where I'd been laying reading a book. And it was there that she fell asleep.

This morning when she woke up, I went into her bedroom, where the conversation went like this:

Sydney: Even when I'm sleeping my tummy still hurts.

Me: Oh?

Sydney: And by the way, do we have school today?

Me: No. So I think we'll just take it easy today.

Sydney: Do we have school the next day?

Me: No, tomorrow is Sunday.

Sydney: What about the next day?

Me: Yes, you'll go back to school on Monday. So do you want to snuggle right now, or are you ready to get up?

Sydney: Let's snuggle.

(30 seconds pass)

Sydney: Okay. I'm ready to get up now.

And so our day begins...

Profile of a sleeping beauty

Relax. I'm not revealing any shocking news. This is the ultrasound photo of Sydney.

I'd been thinking about it last week and the fact that it was six years ago on Valentine's Day that we learned Sydney was a girl.

And so when I went in to wake my sleeping beauty this morning, I couldn't help but note the similarity of the pose.

She'd actually had a half smile on her face when I first grabbed the camera, but when the pre-flash light went off, she scrunched up her expression a bit.

I went back into her room a few minutes later to see if I could get a better shot. I'll take this as a no:

At least she was more cooperative for the OB/GYN.

Belated birthday post

If the 42-year-old me could travel back in time and tell one thing to the eight-year-old me, it just might be this: don't be intimidated by boys. They're really gross and silly.

How do I know this? Because I spent an evening with AJ and four of his friends and listened to their conversations. (Never mind that this particular evening was more than 10 days ago. I just haven't had a chance to write about it. Or maybe I've been repressing the memories until now.)

For AJ's birthday, we took the boys to a Bulldogs hockey game.

L-R: Connor, AJ, Gino, Carter and Owen

Five boys can be quite loud. And hyper. They talk a lot about poop and farts and burps and other bodily fluids and functions. In fact, when you tell them they need to talk about something, they run out of topics pretty quickly.

But they love hockey, and hockey players. Never mind that AJ had just gotten the autographs of nearly the entire team at the Skate with the Bulldogs event. He wanted autographs again. And so before the game started, AJ and friends got as close to the bench as they could, where they managed to catch the attention of Coach Scott Sandelin. The coach didn't seem overly thrilled to sign autographs, but did so anyways. And who knows, if any of these five realize their dream, he'll be doing his best to recruit them in a dozen years or so.

With the warm-up period over, the players exited the ice. No time for autographs, but at least a few gave high fives.

We headed to our seats, way up high, and the boys got loud and hyper again, and told jokes that apparently are really, really funny if you're an eight-year-old boy.

During the first intermission, we bought them ice cream. And they were at last quiet.

During the second intermission, we took them to the gift shop. And they used their giant fan fingers to pretend to pick each other's noses.

The game ended in a 4-2 loss, but the boys had a blast. And we left the arena with the same number of boys as we started with. So I count that as a win.

Let's get baking

I need to bake more often. I need to get my kids baking with me more often. I don't want my husband walking through the kitchen commenting in amazement when he sees me using the really nice mixer he gave me for Christmas a few years ago, "You're making cookies? From scratch?"

I don't want my kids asking, as they watch the mixer stir together butter, sugar, brown sugar and vanilla, "Is it cookie dough yet?"

A combination of unfulfilled good intentions and poor monitoring of my kitchen cupboards has created a situation. I have a LOT of flour. Three bags of it. In addition to the nearly full Tupperware container of it. 

If you don't bake, you don't need much flour.

And so, when while grocery shopping and the kids suggested we buy some ready-to-bake cookie dough, I had a better idea.

And at the very end of a three day weekend, (very end = after hockey practice, just barely done in time to eat before bedtime) we baked. 

The chocolate chip cookie dough had to be bars because there wasn't enough time for cookies. And when it was done, AJ peered at the top and commented that they looked like the fish filets Jeff makes for dinners on the nights I work late. (They are close to the same color).

But most important, the house smelled wonderful and the bars tasted great.

AJ now knows that when measuring brown sugar, he should pack it in. And Sydney learned the opposite is true when measuring flour.

Hockey season is coming to a close in just a couple weeks. I think I have some ideas of what we'll be doing with our spare time.

This is the thanks I get

I walked into the kitchen a moment ago and saw a small spider hovering a few inches above the counter top. For those of you not familiar with my kitchen, it has high vaulted ceilings. This means that for a spider to hover in said position, it was hanging from a very long strand of web.

I watched it for a moment. (It was a very small spider. I was not scared.) It dropped another inch lower, so I commented on what I was seeing. AJ ran over to look.

Just as he arrived, the spider dropped the final distance and landed on the counter. Armed with a slipper, I was ready for it.

Whack!

"Is it dead?" AJ asked.

"I think so," I peered at the now even smaller spider. Its legs had curled to its body on impact. I scooped it up with a piece of scratch paper and dumped it into the garbage.

"That's the kind of spider that carries its babies on its back," AJ informed me. He wrote a nine-sentence report on spiders for school last month, which apparently qualifies him as an expert.

"So you're saying I'm a baby spider murderer?" I asked.

"I read a book about it and it said that if it looks like a pine cone on its back, then it carries its babies there," he responded.

I wanted to know how he possibly could have seen any details on the spider's back, or even how he could tell if it was the spider's back he was seeing. But instead I asked, "So you're saying I shouldn't have killed it?"

"No. Because you don't want them mad at you."

"They're dead. It doesn't matter if they're mad at me."

AJ had no response. He walked back into the living room and resumed his play-by-play re-creation of a Wild game using his mini stick and mini goal. "Parise scores!"

But apparently no score for mom. Though I like to think it's Mom: 1, Spiders: 0.

Safe to assume I shouldn't count on my son to kill any big spiders for me. He'll be too busy assessing the critter and trying to figure out the effect its death would have on the surrounding ecosystem.

Sometimes he DOES listen

Every so often, through the little things they do, my kids show me how good they can be. Yes, they love to test and push limits. But sometimes they don't. And I am amazed.

This morning, before the alarm went off, I could hear AJ moving around in the living room. And then I heard the very quiet sounds of the XBox game.

Good. He'd thought to turn the volume down so he wouldn't wake up anyone else.

And then I heard Gus moving around. But there was no yelling. Only the relatively quiet sounds of the dog chewing on rawhide.

Good. AJ had thought to give him a treat before Gus had started chewing on any toys.

A short time later, my alarm sounded. I got up and went to say good morning, and this is what I found:

He'd even gotten dressed for Sunday School.

He'd thought through in his mind just about every reason I've ever used for telling him to turn off the game.

And so I asked him what he wanted for breakfast.

His face fell. He hadn't eaten yet.

I smiled and asked if he'd like me to make cinnamon rolls.

"Yeah, that'd be great!" was his enthusiastic reply.

He doesn't need to know I'd been planning to make them anyway. Let him think it was a reward for his good behavior.

Go Wild!

It's another busy hockey weekend, with both kids playing in a tournament. At least their games are in the same city, so we only have to travel between adjoining arenas, as opposed to multiple towns.

Last weekend we had no hockey scheduled, and so we once again found a way - for AJ's birthday - to fill it with hockey.

It was the kids first time at Xcel, and Jeff's and my first time there in a really long time. (We had no kids the last time we were there.) We got there early, which gave us plenty of time to walk around the arena

and pose for silly pictures.

It also gave Jeff time to register for various promotions. More on that later.

Our seats were in the nose bleed section, but that didn't matter to AJ.

Or to Sydney, who was more interested in playing with my phone.

There really are no bad seats in the arena. Even from as high up as we were, I was able to take some cool action shots.

AJ's favorite player is now Zach Parise. And Jeff likes Devin Setoguchi. (I suspect because he just enjoys yelling "Gooch!") Sydney declared Cal Clutterbuck is her second favorite. But if you ask her who her favorite, she'll tell you she can't remember.

I don't really have a favorite, though I do feel a certain connection to Clutterbuck. After all, the post about AJ not wanting to have his picture taken with him remains my most read blog post ever. (I'd like to pretend it was because of my brilliant writing, but I also see the stats of how many google to find his photo. And so, just in case someone's looking for another picture, here he is in action.)

The highlight of the game came during second intermission. Remember I mentioned Jeff registered for some promotions? Would you believe he got two passes for the kids to ride the Zamboni.

AJ did a great job waving to the crowd. Sydney (on the far right) was just awe.

Of course the other highlight came at the very end, when the Wild won in overtime. And "Gooch" scored the winning goal. And Jeff got to yell his name a couple more times.

Supposedly the Wild will be emailing me photos in another week, presumably a more close up shot of the kids on the Zamboni. The online request form asked which promotion they participated in and what they were wearing. I resisted the urge to fill in the blank with "Wild shirt". That would have narrowed it right down!

And the kids are already asking when we can do this again. What a great time!