RMers with kids

[Monkey_Driven]

Coaching my Kindergartener's basketball team and it is as chaotic and hilarious as expected.

Oh man. Those are good times

Oh yeah, the best. Frustrating but fantastic.

There is one kid who refuses to dribble or pass. God bless him.

[spike]

After several days of kid jet lag hell, we’ve hit that all too brief sweet spot where she goes to bed at 8pm, then sleeps through the night til 9-10am.

[Bammer]

Coaching my Kindergartener's basketball team and it is as chaotic and hilarious as expected.

Oh man. Those are good times

Oh yeah, the best. Frustrating but fantastic.

There is one kid who refuses to dribble or pass. God bless him.

We won 44-6 today

[wease]

Coaching my Kindergartener's basketball team and it is as chaotic and hilarious as expected.

Oh man. Those are good times

Oh yeah, the best. Frustrating but fantastic.

There is one kid who refuses to dribble or pass. God bless him.

We won 44-6 today

Which kid of yours scored the most?

[Bammer]

Coaching my Kindergartener's basketball team and it is as chaotic and hilarious as expected.

Oh man. Those are good times

Oh yeah, the best. Frustrating but fantastic.

There is one kid who refuses to dribble or pass. God bless him.

We won 44-6 today

Which kid of yours scored the most?

It was a blur. Most games have been pretty even so far. I started feeling really bad for the other coaches, parents, and players. Just praying their shots would start falling.

[Monkey_Driven]

Our game yesterday was against all 1st graders. It was a bloodbath. I thought a kid was going to dunk it at some point.

[spike]

we did the first of two school tours with the kid this morning. she loved it... wasn't shy about inspecting various items in the classroom, wanted to jump into the action in an underway gym class, and danced like no one was watching when we observed a dance class. she's come a long way with her shyness/timidness of early last year... she is more than ready for 3K and beyond. great to see.

[doug rr]

has she driven the Tesla yet?

[spike]

I was thinking about her at an older age but not driving age, getting in the thing and having it self drive her somewhere unbeknownst to us.

[doug rr]

like Walmart?

[spike]

Maybe Target, they for sure have supercharger stations.

[Chris_H_2]

how roomy is the backseat?

[spike]

how roomy is the backseat?

we opted for the 7 seater, so not very.

[spike]

and yes, i see what you did there.

[Chris_H_2]

[spike]

We did school tours and parent meetings for two private schools this week, as Chicago Public Schools don’t offer 3K. Wasn’t too stressful, and the kid did great. Now we wait to find out in the next few weeks if she’s been accepted. If either decides she is not worthy, I’ll obviously burn those schools to the ground.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[Chris_H_2]

yeah, enjoy having to make $50,000 a year just to send your kid to private preschool

[Monkey_Driven]

Ugh, 2 year molars are the worst.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.