RMers with kids

[Bammer]

I’m planning some little league stuff with a group of other dads. All but one of us have our kids at the local public school. The guy running point for our group has his kids in Catholic school.

So he sets up all the dates for everything. Like a week later he texts us that he has to reschedule it because he forgot about Easter.

Hahahaha!!!!

[doug rr]

is his kid any good? can he hit a slider?

[Bammer]

Above average but if you listen to his dad, the kid is the second coming of Oil Can Boyd. Dad needs to chill on that a little.

[Bammer]

My kids have a basketball game today, the other team has a bunch of their classmates on it. Including the one kid who is heads and tails the best athlete in their age group. Honestly he's probably better at all the sports than any kid even a grade older in the whole city.

He's out of town today, so my kids are getting very cocky about winning. I'll let you guys know how it goes, and Peeps if I'm able to find a box score for this 8 year old rec league game I'll be sure to send it your way immediately.

[knee tunes]

my mom has been our kids' baby sitter since they were croutons... she's retired and loves spending so much time with them... i can't imagine dropping them off with some stranger at such a young age to mingle with everything else that goes into a salad

yeah, who needs social development, amirite?

Explains quite a bit, doesn’t it?

Yes, it explains that those kids got to spend their pre-school years with a loving grandmother.

What are you saying it explains?

[spike]

Disney on Ice tomorrow. It’s gonna make watching football after that much more glorious.

[wease]

Disney on Ice tomorrow. It’s gonna make watching football after that much more glorious.

Been there. Some of the stuff they do is actually impressive.

[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.

[Bammer]

On Sunday night one of my kids was still hungry at bedtime and asked for a bowl of cereal. Ok.

Monday morning I gave him another big bowl of it for breakfast.

Monday I get home from work to learn he’s been having bad diarrhea all day.

Turns out it is my wife’s cereal which is “not for kids!” due to very high fiber content among other things. Oops.

[spike]

Big day at school for the kid as a vet and a dog are coming to visit. Just saw some pics, I don’t think they let the kids within twenty feet of the dog.

[spike]

We switched to full days from half days on Tuesdays this week but someone didn’t get the memo. School just called asking if I’d be picking up my kid and now I feel like a deadbeat dad.

[spike]

My kid is sick and thinks puking is "peeing from her mouh” so she makes it to the toilet but then proceeds to sit on it and pukes all over herself. So close.

I’ve been trying to iron out the finer details with her, but she’s in no mood.

[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.

[tree_]

i don't understand why she would think she could pee from her mouth into the toilet by sitting on the toilet

[spike]

Human plumbing is complicated.

[spike]

My kid is sick and thinks puking is "peeing from her mouh” so she makes it to the toilet but then proceeds to sit on it and pukes all over herself. So close.

I’ve been trying to iron out the finer details with her, but she’s in no mood.

Ugh, just got an email from her school that someone in her class has strep throat/scarlet fever. Vomiting is a symptom…

[tree_]

god dang that sucks dude

i am so glad my kids are over the flu now.. first time we all were sick with something at the same time

[spike]

Wife is flying out for work later today too. Kid always seems to get sick whenever I’m about to be parenting solo. As long as I don’t get it, we’ll be alright.

[wease]

My kid is sick and thinks puking is "peeing from her mouh” so she makes it to the toilet but then proceeds to sit on it and pukes all over herself. So close.

I’ve been trying to iron out the finer details with her, but she’s in no mood.

Ugh, just got an email from her school that someone in her class has strep throat/scarlet fever. Vomiting is a symptom…

It sure is. Better get her checked out.

One surprising symptom of strep I never knew about before getting into healthcare is a rash. We’d have kids come in all the time with an odd rash and sure enough, they’d have strep.

[spike]

Since we were both up most of the night, she just wrapped an epic nap and seems herself. Says she feels good, no fever, and hasn’t spewed since 8:30am or so. We’ll see what tonight brings, but perhaps out of the woods.