Isaac had a Cub Scout "go see it" today at the Delaware City Fire Department. Ok it was cool. All the dads were there (surprise - surprise). Really it was neat; we got to see their common area, kitchen, bunks, THE POLE, the weight room, and................the trucks.
So Delaware is a town of 30000 or so. They have 3 shifts that are on 24 off 48. This is where it is a bit surprising, 13 guys between 2 stations is fully staffed. 8 at the main 5 at the sub. They can run with as little as 7!!!!! TOTAL. That's 4 and 3 between the 2. So ok there's a car accident. Send the squad 2 guys, send a mobile responce truck 1 guy. Now there is 1 guy at the fire house. What happens if there's another accident or a fire. 1 guy, 2 trucks left - the pumper and the ladder. Um.....I foresee a problem. He says it's never happened and they have good mutual responce from the surrounding area. Anyway really nice guys, Julie knows some of them from being a nurse. Oh and Goochie came with Isaac and I. He was cute and LOVED it.
Isaac had his second game today. MUCH better. Today he knew where his guy was and when to play offense and defense. When his team was on offense he put himself right under the basket. Not a very good place if you want a rebound but its a start. When he was on D he found his man (they only pla man-to-man) and did jumping jacks in front of him. There was NO way that guy was going to recieve a pass or make a shot. At one point his man was dribbing up the court and Isaac stole the ball away!!!! That was cool. So I bet by the end of the season he'll be shooting and making baskets and maybe even fouling other people. Maybe he'll get this.
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Another one of those kind of days
So life with 5 kids takes a little advanced planning. This is Julies forte, she is a planner and a list maker. I'm more of a seat of your pants kind of a guy. Both are good and bad, both drive the other person NUTS. Last night I'm getting ready for work and Julie is going over what we need to get done today:
11:45 Dad and Isaac dropped off for cub scout activity (fire hall VERY cool)
12:10 Drop off Abby for cheerleading
12:50 Home to drop of Sam with care giver (she rocks BTW)
1:15 P/U dad and Isaac
2:00 Go to church for Isaac's pictures and basketball game (Abby was there already)
5:00 Home to get Sam
All with 1 car. Tell next week (can't wait)
All of this seems easy, right? B/C there is a list. So we know that we need to get going around 10 to get 7 people ready.
It all went south about 10 minutes after I got up. I got home from work at 6am. Isaac came and woke me up around 10:15. Fine I popped up and came downstairs. Julie was still resting on the sofa, tis cool with me. Until the door bell rang. Here I am in my undies, Julie has ask me MANY times not to be in my undies, I hadn't been up for 15 minutes yet after 4 hours sleep. I look at Julie like, 'get the door.' She says, "you please." At this point the kids are opening the door and Julie isn't moving. It turns out it's our neighbor, the county Recorder, out campaigning. Now I'm mad, how many times have I been sound asleep and been woke up by Julie to answer the door or phone? She's a bit of a recluse, but come on this time I was in boxers and a t-shirt (the wife beater kind). That did it for me. It's 10:45 I have to get 5 kids dressed and get breakfast ready too. WW-III starts. I started it, I was pissed. I never hold my tongue. Least of all when I'm tired.
By the time we were all dressed to leave it was 11:45 and NO ONE had had breakfast, let alone lunch; I made sure I pointed this out too. And I told Julie it was her fault. Was it? No. It's life. Should Julie have gotten up at 9 - should I have? Maybe both. These are questions that there is no right answer for, someone always will be hurt, mad, bostfull, or just plain stupid about. So we don't asked those questions. If your me you just shout out how you feel and leave damaged goods in your wake. Not very effective I know, but it's what I know.
So how did our day go? Perfectly timed and executed. Thanks in part to flying by the seat of your pants and list/planning. Dang maybe we do need each other. When her plans fall apart I can wing it, when I'm floundering her list reel us back in.
11:45 Dad and Isaac dropped off for cub scout activity (fire hall VERY cool)
12:10 Drop off Abby for cheerleading
12:50 Home to drop of Sam with care giver (she rocks BTW)
1:15 P/U dad and Isaac
2:00 Go to church for Isaac's pictures and basketball game (Abby was there already)
5:00 Home to get Sam
All with 1 car. Tell next week (can't wait)
All of this seems easy, right? B/C there is a list. So we know that we need to get going around 10 to get 7 people ready.
It all went south about 10 minutes after I got up. I got home from work at 6am. Isaac came and woke me up around 10:15. Fine I popped up and came downstairs. Julie was still resting on the sofa, tis cool with me. Until the door bell rang. Here I am in my undies, Julie has ask me MANY times not to be in my undies, I hadn't been up for 15 minutes yet after 4 hours sleep. I look at Julie like, 'get the door.' She says, "you please." At this point the kids are opening the door and Julie isn't moving. It turns out it's our neighbor, the county Recorder, out campaigning. Now I'm mad, how many times have I been sound asleep and been woke up by Julie to answer the door or phone? She's a bit of a recluse, but come on this time I was in boxers and a t-shirt (the wife beater kind). That did it for me. It's 10:45 I have to get 5 kids dressed and get breakfast ready too. WW-III starts. I started it, I was pissed. I never hold my tongue. Least of all when I'm tired.
By the time we were all dressed to leave it was 11:45 and NO ONE had had breakfast, let alone lunch; I made sure I pointed this out too. And I told Julie it was her fault. Was it? No. It's life. Should Julie have gotten up at 9 - should I have? Maybe both. These are questions that there is no right answer for, someone always will be hurt, mad, bostfull, or just plain stupid about. So we don't asked those questions. If your me you just shout out how you feel and leave damaged goods in your wake. Not very effective I know, but it's what I know.
So how did our day go? Perfectly timed and executed. Thanks in part to flying by the seat of your pants and list/planning. Dang maybe we do need each other. When her plans fall apart I can wing it, when I'm floundering her list reel us back in.
Friday, February 1, 2008
I'm not sure goochie!!
So I'm seating in the bathroom yesterday - that's not important to the story, I just thought you needed the mental image - when Simon (goochie) bust through the door and yells, "what the heck!!!" he his eyes wide like that of a drug induced physco. Don't worry he looks like that a lot.
"Yes," I reply; "may I help you?"
"What the heck," he answers. Now that in it self always makes me laugh. You see a 3 year old yelling "what the heck" with his hands on his hips and his eye brows turned upside down and his eyes blazing is just cute. If he were 16 and 6' tall 200lbs I wouldn't say it was funny, I'd say scary.
"Simon, um.... daddy's a little busy."
Scoof......"stupid cat," is all he says. "stupid cat, stupid cat........." he continued to mumble as he walked away.
I'm still not sure what the cat did. But I agree, he is stupid.
"Stupid cat"
"Yes," I reply; "may I help you?"
"What the heck," he answers. Now that in it self always makes me laugh. You see a 3 year old yelling "what the heck" with his hands on his hips and his eye brows turned upside down and his eyes blazing is just cute. If he were 16 and 6' tall 200lbs I wouldn't say it was funny, I'd say scary.
"Simon, um.... daddy's a little busy."
Scoof......"stupid cat," is all he says. "stupid cat, stupid cat........." he continued to mumble as he walked away.
I'm still not sure what the cat did. But I agree, he is stupid.
"Stupid cat"
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