the grand finale

Oh this kid. Everyone is saying he gets his personality from me. Which in many ways he is just.like.me. The ice show went off without a hitch...well maybe just a few. He needed help from "teacher Megan" to stay with the pack. He can actually skate, just a little too slow to finish the routine by the time the song finished. Saturday night the show didn't start until 7 pm and I had to sell tickets, so I brought Parker with to help me. He would hand the ticket to the people and say "enjoy the show". He was all dressed in his costume with shoes on. We waited for daddy to get Emmitt settled with cousin Derek and then come put skates on. I didn't realize that I wasn't going to be able to leave the ticket booth until intermission so I would actually miss his performance. I found a volunteer to watch the money so I could run down and video tape the routine. While we are in the booth waiting for daddy, Parker says (loudly) I have to go pee-pee! Many times. I kept saying couple more minutes, daddy is coming. Nope he couldn't wait! As I am literally handing change to people with 20 more in line to by tickets, my kid pees in his costume pants all over the chair and floor and I can't leave the frickin' booth! I am sure the patrons buying their tickets while I am frantically calling my husband to dig the darkest pair of jeans out of the dirty clothes for Parker to wear thought I was nutso. But we eventually got him re-dressed and on the ice in time. I managed to catch the show and video tape it, laughing my butt off the whole time.

This picture is just prior to him remembering that he had his sunglasses hanging on his shirt, stopping on the ice, putting them on, and waving to everybody in the audience! They cracked up laughing. The glasses were huge Dollar Store decoration glasses that covered his whole face. Megan comes off the ice with him and tells Bear that Parker said the lights were so bright in my eyes, I had to put my glasses on!

Getting his "hockey" medal after the show.

A little chilly out on the ice when you have half your clothes on. So my kid decides to stick his hands up his shirt to keep them warm.

And of course the Grand Finale where my kid once again pinches his crotch because he has to pee! This time I go running on the ice and take him outside to pee on Bronco Arena because frankly...we have no more clean pants with us!

In a little better mood now that he has bubbles and a medal. He had fallen asleep after his Sunday afternoon performance and I woke him up to skate in that grand finale. He was not happy about that. Once he was out there, he bit into the bubble guitar he got and starting spitting on the ice.

more arena time...

Well this weekend is the big ice show! More arena time to be spent. We have been attending all the practices, rehearsals, doing the routine in our living room...my kid does not move his feet once he is on the ice. The poor teacher has to skate hunched over holding onto his armpits and do the routine with him. Part of me is wishing I had just paid the $50 to have him not participate in the ice show. But we have the costume (rolled cuffed blue jeans and a white t-shirt), I am working the ticket booth for endless hours, so by God he is going to participate.

Apparently last nights Grand Finale practice was also a dress rehearsal. I was the ONLY one who didn't get that memo. So I left my kid in his jacket and brown khakis to stand out a little more. I think just about everybody else has been through this whole skating thing before, but there is little organization for us newbies. Whatever...he will just have to be the last kid on the ice that everybody thinks is so cute because he hardly skates. The frustrating part is that he can skate. We actually accomplished what we set out to do this winter. Teach our kid how to skate. I thought after the surgery he would be able to hear a bit more through the hat and helmet he is wearing, but apparently missing a month of skating didn't help either.

He is supposed to use one knee to stand up, but he is short enough to put both hands on the ice and stand up. At dress rehearsal last night, I had his mittens off, and he wouldn't get up off the ice because he didn't want to touch it with bare hands. Part of the routine is to fall down on purpose and show that you know how to get up. So even though he can get up on his own he won't even do that. Skating through the cones The teacher lets the kids play with a kite ball. They throw it and skate to go get it. He doesn't realize that he actually has a good arm and throws it far but that he has to then go retrieve it to do it again!

We shall see how this weekend goes for him. The first show is Saturday night at 7 pm, the second show is Sunday at 1. Right during naptime...that should be interesting!

hockey weekend

We had our fill of hockey this weekend...daddy played in the Old Timers Tourney AKA Kerry Park Tournament. I go to the games, but end up visiting with the girls, chasing kids, taking bathroom breaks that I have no idea who won, which team we are or if daddy scored a goal.

Parker was the perfect age to hang out at the arena. He is a rink rat for sure! He loved it. Kept shouting "go daddy, go!" through the glass...and sure enough, daddy scored a goal. Him and a little friend (whose daddy was on the other team) kept saying "don't let Havyn's daddy win" and "don't let Parker's daddy win".

Emmitt on the other hand...not so perfect age. Climbing up the steps, the bleaches, going down the ramp and making me crazy. Did not want to be held. Was over due for a nap and fell asleep in my arms when we waited for daddy and Parker to evolve out of the shower/locker room.

He did however fit into the adorable Bronco Ole sweater that was Parker's. He really liked to climb and shout through the bars of the "time out box".

Totally enthralled at daddy on the other side of the glass.
I think I could have let Parker go and he would have come to me if need be. I really think he would run around the rink and find somebody to play with and be just fine. I let him go into the women's bathroom by himself, since Emmitt just likes to crawl on the floor between stalls, and thought it had taken Parker a little too long to come out. I went in and he was pushing on the stall door to get out saying "I'm stuck in here momma", when all he had to do was pull!

Lost all function of his hands with his way too small mittens on, but figured out a way to drink a juice box. He would walk up to the glass and just start slurping away.

oops

so I lost my hard drive. I get a new one for $200 bucks and then the labor to work on it! YEAH!!! Moral of the story: back up important stuff in two places!

I (my computer guy) saved my external hard drive which contains, pictures of my life, DVD files of my kids, all my corporate files, my life! So it could be a lot worse.

Here's to finding out what I don't have when I go to use it and endless hours of reinstalling all that crap!

Maybe I'll make $200 this Friday at the Spot to buy a new hard drive, my mission was to save up for golf, but so far I have bought groceries and paid for daycare with the money...where does it all go???