last night was the first truly rough night since toly arrived. he woke both kids up and re-confirmed the mighty triumvirate's agenda. a funny thing has occurred with trisan and kassi. they have coalesced into a single force of uber feisty proportions. if the american indians had formed half as strong inter-tribe alliances the white man wouldn't have stood a chance.
we started tristan in a tae kwon do class on saturday mornings. he was very scared until the very end. when he finally got into it, it was time to leave. needless to say tristan felt unfulfilled and we had a little breakdown. tae kwon doe wasn't my first choice for an activity for him but that was all that is available in the area. i thought fencing would be really cool, alas that'd take living in a big city again. soccer will be the next pursuit for him.
i'd like to find something special for kassi too. tristan is the minimum age for tae kwon doe. i might instill a father-daughter night alone for a dress up dinner and pleasant company. i'd like that and she'd probably like it too.
i took the day off partially because of the lack of sleep. although, there were a few other conspiring events that solidified my decision. the guineas were killed, by an owl we suspect, last night. the house was a catastrophe from a weekend of movies and popcorn. i helped clean it the very first thing after chores.
things i did today also included:
-heavily mulch around the swiss chard--heavy frost predicted tonight.
-fixed tristans drawers--they were used as a stairway one too many times.
-turned the compost and queued a completed batch for the garden
-tore down merlins temporary shelter--nimue was trying to eat it.
-went to the P.O. and notary (certificate of live unassisted homebirth)
the garden
turnips are looking great.
swiss chard is unbelievably wonderful.
garlic is up and looking great.
beets are looking tasty.
the tomatoes are dead dead dead
mostly things are winding down.
the broiler chickens are ready to be slaughtered. we have solicited our wonderful neighbor to help butcher them for a share of the bounty. john agreed, so we'll just have to set down a date and do it. tabitha will manage the kids while john and i do the deed.
kassi just woke up and gave me the most wonderful smile.
It's tough going from 2 to 3. You have to go from man-to-man coverage to a zone defense.
ReplyDeleteSoccer was a bust for Rafe this year. The little dude is apparently very competitive, combined with the drama he's learned from his big sisters, so when he couldn't get the ball he walked off the field and pouted. No matter how much we told him it didn't matter if he made a goal or not, he refused to play anymore. Hopefully with some maturity and encouragement he'll get over that.
I put my girls in dance class when they turned 3. They loved it, and Madeline is now starting her 9th year (and pointe shoes!) Olivia would have been starting her 6th year but gave it up this year for horse lessons.
I just wanted to stop by and see how the Papa was doing in the O'melay bunch. Although you really don't know me, other than what Tabitha tells you, I just wanted to let you know that I think you're an amazing and loving father! By the stories she tells and what I read here, your love for your family is so incredible! The world needs more fathers like you!Congratulations to you on the birth of little Toly!
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scf,
ReplyDeletethanks for the encouragement and ideas. although, i really didn't expect a basketball metaphor from you.
peacefulmama,
thanks for the complement. lately i have been feeling tragically inadequate based on recent critiques.
Your doing a great job from what we can tell! Enjoy the new baby!
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