Food and Fidgeting

Saturday – Food and Fidgeting

We had some time to kill.

russiaIf there was a rule #2 of traveling, it would be avoid places Russia is likely to invade. But right after that would be make sure to eat at regular intervals. Hungry people are grumpy people. Little hungry people more so.

However, imagine you’re 7 and 11. Imagine you’re going on a dream trip to the most awesome place in the universe that doesn’t have mascots, cuz, you know, like, they’re creepy and kinda scary. Then imagine you’re IMG_3378forced to sit in a restaurant with your mom and her unbelievably amazing boyfriend as they discuss what pie they want the most.

Blah!

Eating is likely the last thing on their minds. Waterslides. Rollercoasters. A themepark filled with lego. These are the things that are important. Not ‘do you want fries with your chicken tenders.’

Plus, we were so early that I could eat my pie one agonizingly slow bite at a time, which I kind of have to do anyway due to my stupid braces.

But the boys were awesome. Sure they fidgeted a bit. They vibrated with excitement to do… something. But they ate their food, they didn’t throw too many things at each other and they didn’t make fun of me when I almost left the restaurant without paying.

Embarrassing moment #1. I was so consumed with making sure we had the bags, the kids and my phone, I almost walked out without paying. At the door, the Prettiest-girl-in-the-world put a hand on my arm and asked, did I pay? I hadn’t and turned around before I could be tackled or, worse, someone thought bad things about me.

“What would happen if you didn’t pay?” The oldest one asked as we walked back to the car, having paid.

“We’d be in trouble,” I said. “Likely, you’d all have to do dishes.”

“What? Why?”

“Because I would’ve run faster than you. They would’ve caught you.”

“I didn’t know we hadn’t paid.”

“Exactly. That would have given me the edge. That;s how I would have outrun you. Then, you’d have to do dishes until your fingers were all wrinkly and your skin was red from the super hot water.”

“Good thing we paid, then,” he said.

dishes“For all of us. You wouldn’t believe how guilty we’d have felt to have to watch you do all those dishes.”

“Joe!!!”

I know one day these conversations will come back to bite me on the ass. One day they’ll ask, how can we take you seriously, Joe? And it’s a good point.

As much as I love joking around with them, I have to make sure that I don’t overdo it.

However, despite a LONG lunch, we arrived at the airport insanely early. Our bags were checked in. And we waited in the waiting area.

I marveled at how the boys interacted. They are each other’s best friends. They fight sometimes, sure, but watch them for any length of time and you’ll see how much they need each other, how much they like being together, how they love doing stuff with the other one.

IMG_2011 (2)When they play the 3DS, they share their triumphs and defeats, the tricks that they’ve learned, the funny things that just happened. When they’re watching planes come in or fidgeting and giggling while sitting in the waiting room or planning which ride will be the most awesome, the experience is simply better because of the love they share for each other.

I hope they never lose that closeness. They have no idea how valuable it is.

In a perfect world, we would have been able to walk right on the plane. But instead I got a chance to see the boys survive boredom together. I count myself lucky, even if they don’t.

On to San Diego!

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Borderline Personality Disorder

Borderline Personality Disorder

zombiesWhile you cannot plan for every eventuality, every bump in the road, every tsunami warning that shuts down beaches and highways, every zombie apocalypse, there IS a defense against most occurrences.

Leave plenty of time!

In fact, this would be my #1 item on any top ten list on how to make a vacation a success (and you just know I’m working on a list exactly like that.)

IMG_3371We’d left our home with the Rav4 stuffed with kids, bags and expectations. We had to get to the Bellingham airport, take a quick flight to sunny San Diego, pick up our car and find the hotel. Then on to Legoland, Seaworld, the Zoo, the Midway Aircraft carrier, and the safari.

All booked and checked and double checked.

That left only a few hurdles. We had to cross the border. We had to arrive at the airport on time. We had to hope that our scale was the same as the airline’s scale and all of our baggage was under weight. Then, I thought, the rest would be a breeze.

borderOf all of those things, only one had me really worried. At the border crossing , we had to present signed and notarized paperwork saying that we could take the children to the US.

Now, you have to understand that at the border, you have no rights. None. No avenue of appeal that’s reasonable. You’re subject to rules and regulations and, sometimes, the mood of the guard. To date, all but one of my experiences has been positive, but this was a new thing for me. Bringing children.

Don’t get me wrong. I don’t want it to be easy to take children to Dubai where their mother can never see them again. But if we couldn’t cross, the whole great epic adventure would come to a stupendous halt. And the boys would be crushed. They’d spent months believing that it wouldn’t happen, that something would come up to derail it.

So, it was with trepidation that we pulled up to the booth. The boys had heard that they have microphones everywhere and could hear everything you said. So it was like they were in church with nuns hovering behind them waiting to whack their hands with heavy wooden rulers. (Note to self: foster this belief in the house!)

The guard asked the usual questions. Do you have any fruits or vegetables? (hell, no, we don’t even have any in our fridge.) What’s the purpose of the visit? Where are you going? One time when I crossed the border I hadn’t gotten any sleep the night before and when asked that question, the destination vanished in my mind. I ended up looking like a guppy gobbing water bubbles as I searched my mind for the answer.

However, this time, the Prettiest-girl-in-the-world was sharp as a sharp thingee and answered all the questions to the guard’s satisfaction, presented her paperwork, did her best to look innocent and honest, and we were allowed through.

First hurdle passed. We’d read that the border wait was 30 min. We, therefore, assumed a bit longer than that.

It took, what, 10? 15 min?

microphonesThe boys burst into conversation as we roared onto the highway towards Bellingham airport, confident they were beyond the microphones. The traffic was light, the weather was great, the Prettiest-girl-in-the-world knew the way.

That left us with a small problem, we were WAY ahead of schedule. The flight left at 4ish. It was noon.

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The First San Diego Trip Epic Fail

The Journey Begins: The Universal Fail

universal studiosFirst epic fail. We wanted to surprise the boys with a visit to Universal Studios which we thought would be such a cool thing to add on. (The picture is, by the way, how the boys see themselves when they are fighting each other.)

Anyway, while we waited in line at the border, we casually mentioned the cool rides, (like “I hear they have a new ride out in Universal Studios…).

We casually tied in all conversations to Universal Studios. The youngest, “So is there a haunted house at Legoland?”

Me, “Um, no, but there’s one at Universal Studios, I think, isn’t that right, Corinne?”

“That’s right, Joe, they have a lot of good rides at Universal Studios.”

“What place was that, Corinne? I didn’t hear you.”

“Universal Studios, Joe” Wink, wink. “Uneee-ver-sal studios.”

“Universal Studios sounds like such an awesome place.”

“It sure is, Joe, it sure is. If only we could go there.”

We thought we were being so very clever. We thought they’d be so excited, but instead it was like we stuck a cold ice cube down their shorts every time we said Universal Studios.

We didn’t know what to make of it. I mean, the boys can be all cool and stuff, not wanting to show excitement or emotion sometimes, but if they were pretending to not want to go, they were doing a pretty good job.

So we dropped all cleverness.

“So you guys want to go to Universal Studios?”

One shrugged. The other said, nah, and both of them went back to playing something on their 3DSs that involved baby Marios. Like we’d just said, hey, let’s go do some homework.

hahaThe Prettiest-girl-in-the-world and I just kinda looked at each other. Hmmm.  Looks like we’re not going to Universal Studios.

Color me disappointed.

Ha! Ha!

What other fails await us?

 

 

 

 

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Adventure Time

adventure timeAdventure Time! Fearing thieves, axe-murderers and plague-bearing rats would swarm my place knowing I was gone, I postponed the trip updates until we got safely home.

Spoiler alert, we got safely home.

I know somebody lost a pool somewhere, but over the next 30 days, I’ll post about our adventures down south. There’s one good post for sure. Maybe a funny one or two.  At least one with me embarrassing myself so badly I almost didn’t write about it (and no, this time I was not naked!)

So, read on. And, if you haven’t followed my blog, please, please, PLA-LEASE sign up. It’ll help me sell a book one day.

 

The Great Adventure Begins

IMG_3364Who knows what will happen?

2 boys. The Prettiest-girl-in-the-world. 1 writer. 7 days in San Diego. Legoland. Seaworld. The Zoo. Maybe the Safari. Maybe a surprise place. There’s an aircraft carrier to see. I hear downtown SD is also nice. There’s food to try. Pictures to take.

So what challenges are there going to be?

First, this is my first family trip. I have no idea how easy or hard it will be with four people and two of those being agents of chaos and destruction.

However, the boys are super excited about the trip. I mean, legoland, how could they not be?

The Prettiest-girl-in-the-world is super excited because she’s on vacation. For the first time in a long time.

I’m mostly excited and look forward to blogging about our adventures. The unknown, though, (like zipping down a zipline) is both exhilarating and terrifying.

IMG_3366Then there’s packing. I’m used to a bag for 2 people. As of now, we’re at 100lbs of stuff. That’s a lot of stuff.

I’m pretty sure, though, that we’ve packed everything we need. Enough to equip a small army. For all weather conditions. Plus, even if we forgot something (and you know we will), it’s not like we’re going into deepest, darkest Africa or Whalley, there’ll be stores to buy stuff if needed.

Another challenge could be eating. Will eating breakfast (so we all won’t get grumpy) conflict with the need of the boys to get out and ride some rides? Will we be able to find something semi-healthy or will it be a diet of hot dogs on sticks and cotton candy and chili fries? Mmmm, chili fries!

Should we schedule breaks? For our feet and our sanity? Or should we do as much as we can do and damn the consequences? How much say should the boys have in our itinerary? What will the weather be like? Will we manage not to lose any of the kids?

So many unknowns.

Lastly, how will I fit in writing time? When I went to the desert by myself it wasn’t hard. I was by myself. In a desert. I wasn’t going on any splashie rides. I didn’t have to make sure anyone was dressed (except, most times, myself). And I didn’t have to worry about getting lost. Alone, if you get lost, it’s kinda fun. Unless you’re being chased by hells angels or something. But with a family, there could be a mutiny. Or worse, a meltdown.

So, on this trip, I’ll have to squeeze out writing time as best as I can. ½ hour here, ½ hour there. I may have to write with popsicle-sticky fingers. I may have to write when I should be talking to everyone at the dinner table. Or before going to bed. But I’ll find a way. I know I will.

bombEither way, I just know this trip will be something to remember.

One way or another.

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Existential Blogging

Existential Blogging.

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Realizations at a Reading

Realizations at a Reading.

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10 More Reasons Minor Hockey is Better Than the NHL

10 More Reasons Minor Hockey is better than the NHL

IMG_26101) In the NHL, the goalie’s go-to move is the butterfly. It’s effective, efficient and so very boring. In minor hockey the go-to move looks like they’re falling on a live grenade or driving off a high-board. It’s used on long shots, short shots, when a player is trying to deek them out, and even when they think no one is looking and they get bored. Squirrel!

2) I don’t know if I’ve ever seen so many bum saves in the NHL as you do in minor hockey. Sometimes it’s a variation of the downward dog, sometimes it’s just because they haven’t turned around fast enough. I think someone should keep track of the bum saves. It could be an interesting stat. “And little Bobby Johnson stopped 22 shots in the game, four with his ass, three with his face, five while looking the wrong way and ten by leaping on the puck like a cat on a mouse.”

3) When the puck is in the other end of the rink, the goalie will get bored and do something to entertain himself. Can you imagine Luongo (can I still use that name?) lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling? Or practicing butterflies? Or swinging his stick around like a Viking swings an axe? Or singing? Or going all gungun style?

celbration4) When a team scores, watch the celebration moves. In the NHL, they have the moves down pat. In minor hockey, it’s, well, a work in progress. They are as odd as they are entertaining. I swear more injuries occur as they try to high five each other with their heads or ride a stick or spin around or pump their fists in the air.

nuts5) I wonder if the Canucks sit in the dressing room and whack each other in the nuts over and over and over again to see if their jocks work. Would Kesler’s mom have to say, “Stop hitting your friend in the nuts with your stick!” You know what? Probably. And recently, too. However, with young boys, this seems to be the norm. All I can think of is God help the kid who forgets his one day.

6)  In the NHL, you watch the play. You follow the puck. Maybe see how they do the changes. But sometimes watching the little guys (or girls) the fun is seeing how many will fall on a line change. Or how one really doesn’t want to play defence and so twitches on the blueline, waiting for his chance to charge in. Or the one who would really rather be at home and so skates around in circles, off in his own little world.

7) How often do you see the entire team has fallen down? In the NHL, not often. In minor hockey, not only could an entire team be down, but ¾ of them could be in the net.

8) How often does Crosby deek himself out? Maybe he can be a little too clever sometimes, but with the little ones, they are their own worst enemies sometimes. If someone was doing play-by-play, it might sound like this… “It’s a breakaway. 4-0. The goalie falls down. The net is wide open. All ‘X’ has to do is shoot… and ‘X’ steps on the puck.” Or “and he moves left, he moves right, he.. ooops he did one too many moves and fell down.” It’s why the results of a breakaway, (and there are a LOT) are massively unpredictable.

kesler9) You’ll hear this at both games. “Don’t throw the puck in the front of your own net!!!!” However, in minor hockey, you’ll also could hear this immediately afterwards. “Mommy loves you!” Ok, maybe Kesler’s mom still says that.

10)        In minor hockey, after a season, you see an amazing improvement in the player’s skills. In the NHL, it seems like the later in the year, the worse some teams play (*cough Canucks cough*) In minor hockey, it’s such a thrill to see how much better they skate, they pass, play their positions and gel as a team. You ask me, that’s worth every 6am practice.

Team Pic - Grouse 2014And lastly, none of the little kids gets paid a dime for playing. They do it for love of the game, (sometimes the odd small trophy and a bag of skittles,) and they do it for… FUN. You can see the difference.

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Goalie Parents

Goalie Parents

Carter Goalie - 7Does Loungo’s mom tense up every time someone takes a shot on her son? Does she cheer like a banshee on meth when he makes a save?

I know in minor hockey, both those things can be true.

No one will tell you this, but being a goalie parent is hard. Stressful. Agonizing sometimes.

Here’s why.

luongoAs goalie, you are either the goat or hero. Miss one shot as a forward, no big deal. Have someone skate your jock off as a defensemen, kinda embarrassing, but ok.

Miss one stop as a goalie and it’s a goal.

Worse, if the defense totally collapses and it’s 3 on 0, (which happens a lot for some reason in minor hockey)and, big surprise, there’s a goal. The expectation is that the goalie should have found a way to stop it.

Honestly, at this level, it’s about 50/50 that a goalie will stop a shot. The really good ones can stop most ice level shots with a clever use of their pads or with a determined death grip on their stick. Few can stop a high arcing wrist shot. Fewer still can stop a deek-out.

I’ve tried to ask the youngest what he feels when there’s only him and a shooter. No defense. No help.

He shrugs.

Does he feel tense?

Or does he accept the challenge?

Shrug.

Does he worry he’s gonna get scored on?

Or does he know he’s gonna stop that shot?

Shrug.

I wish I knew. When he’s older, I’ll have to find out. I need to know.

Cuz for me, for most goalie parents, that moment is fraught with massive tension. If he makes it, he’ll be the hero and if he’s the hero, the other kids will like him and if they like him, he’ll have tons of confidence and if he has tons of confidence, he’ll do well in life and get a lovely wife, have a great job and become really, really good at Minecraft.

lindsay lohanIf he doesn’t make that save, then the team will hate him, he’ll hate himself, he’ll drop out of hockey, marry an aging and kinda sad Lindsey Lohan, work at McDonalds and become really, really good at Minecraft.

Oh, I know not that much is at stake.

It’s a game after all. It’s supposed to be fun.

None of this is supposed to matter much. We never mention any shots he missed, we only mention the great saves he makes (and he does make a lot of them!)

Yet, deep down, when that breakaway happens, I will the hockey gods to be on his side and let me make that stop.

luongo gold medal

Why?

Because I know it’s important to him that he make that stop.

That he’s the hero he imagines himself to be.

 

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More Surprises Await

More Surprises Await.

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When To Kill It

When To Kill It.

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