Golf is a gentleman’s game. It takes patience, skill and precision. Sadly I lack in all three areas, but always enjoyed playing the game, especially those beautiful summer mornings when I was able to get out on the course with my grandfather.
I’m not a great golfer… but I’m not terrible. Clearly, track and field was my sport. Jax now has baseball covered for the family and Steph was a ballet dancer, so where does that leave poor little Oliver?
I’m sure you see where this is going by now. Oliver picked up a golf club this morning and the next Jack Nicklaus was born. He’s a natural, he’s barely even one and he’s already putting better than most adults (he definitely is putting better than me, for sure). It’s amazing how fast he’s picked up this sport. It’s like, one day you’re having your diaper changed and the next you’re on the PGA tour in your PJs.
This morning I was dropping Buster and Max off at doggie day care… Jax decided he waves to give them some advice before the went inside. He said, “Be nice, be kind and be good listeners… and don’t poop on your teacher.”
When it’s time to go to bed and your child is demonstrating a quality that many people including adults are lacking, you have to just nod your head and tip your cap in Derek Jeter style.
I’ve done every teacher/ parent move in the book. He gets a five and two minute warning and then it’s time to head off to bed, but this kid is persistent. He tried it all… and he continues to try it all.
• I need to pee.
Even though you insisted 60,000 times you didn’t have to pee three seconds before this statement?
• I’m thirsty.
Impossible because you literally are holding a cup full of apple juice.
• I had a bad dream.
You have to be sleeping in order to dream… I call BS on this one.
• Please leave the bathroom light on because it’s so dark outside.
It’s night time. It’s supposed to be dark out.
• I want a hug and a kiss.
I gave you a hug and kiss when we came upstairs and the fourteen times I put you to sleep tonight, and when you asked for a drink… I see a pattern here.
• I have to tell you a secret in your ear
Unless the secret consists of you telling me you’re going to sleep right now, then I don’t want to hear it.
• Where’s Peppa Pig? I need my Peppa, George, Susie Sheep and Pedro Pony!!!
You mean the same Peppa Pig that you just threw across the room and said get this out of here?
• I’m really squished right now… there are too many stuffed animals in my bed.
Why the hell did you put them all in the bed in the first place?
After all that… the most effective move he made… the move that showed he won’t give in… the move that will define him is this:
When all else fails, curl up in the fetal position and pretend to be asleep!
We now have trees downright declaring war on society… mother nature has had enough of the pollution and littering so she is fighting back. This tree isn’t going to stand idly by while deforestation continues on 24-7 like its no big deal. As soon as I saw this video I started rubbing my eyes and my throat was as itchy as can be.
Two days after the trees began fighting back I lost my voice, my mother in-law is basically on bed rest and my son looks like he went eight rounds with Ivan Drago.
I know that cancer and heart attacks are the number one and two killers in the world (and trust me I would know as my family has been ravaged by both for years), but pollen has to be running a close third. I haven’t had bad allergies in ages, but all of a sudden I sound like Louis Armstrong and my eyes feel Mr. Fuji just threw a handful of salt in them. I’ve sniffed enough saline nasal spray to send my sodium levels through the roof and seem to be immune to Claritin.
So yea.. I’d say mother nature is pissed… and she’s taking things into her own hands this time.
Wizardry has brought me so much JOY. It taught me that my imagination has no limits and can take me to amazing places. It has inspired me to create.
I designed the Wizard Collection to teach kids at a young age about magic. I transfigured this print by using basic geometric shapes to tell the story about a boy, his scar and the magical journey he took us on. This collection is for any fan of the Harry Potter book or movie series, no matter how old you are.
“Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.” – J.K. Rowling
The Owl Lovey is this round’s Baby Jack Lovey of INSTA30, a photo contest we designed to challenge our brand reps. We started with 30 people in January and have narrowed it down to our elite 8. Two people will be voted off this week so please take a moment (Wed – Fri) to look at their Owl Lovey pictures and cast your vote. (Wand not required)
Parenting Chicken: Hearing the baby crying, but seeing who can wait it out long enough pretending to be asleep in order to get the other person get up to check.
Lets start out with the negative… on the drive to Jackson’s first baseball game… In the course of a seven minute ride to the field he asked, “are there yet,” 27 times. I was sure as sure as soon as we get there he’d want to go home.
There were, however, a lot of positives in his first game. Lots of great points to build off of. At such a young age players haven’t had a chance to develop bad habits, so establishing proper technique and having the time to work on skills no matter the child’s age is always a plus.
Which brings us to Jackson’s first “official” T-Ball game. Jax showed incredible speed, a quick first step and the ability to cover all positions as evident from his first time playing the field. About 12 seconds in he took off into the outfield, crossed over two other fields, went down a massive hill and literally into the parking lot of the next school before anyone could even get within shouting distance.
Later that inning… he took off for a second time. He was found in the woods a few minutes later.
Although he seems to show above average skills as a fielder and the speed to be a plus base runner, it was at the plate where Jax showed off his major league ready skills.
Batting three times in three innings he went 3-3 with three runs scored. (Mind you everyone went 3-3 with three runs scored. However not one other child hit from both sides of the plate. I’m not sure if he’s going to stay a switch hitter, and it’s clear he doesn’t have the sweet swing of Will “the thrill” Clark just yet, but I’ll pretty impressed with a barely four year old hitting righty and lefty in his first game.
I had fun… he had fun… and he looked damn cute doing it! The only thing better then playing the game yourself, is watching your son play it.