One of the doctors Rob works with is the orthopedic surgeon for the KC Comets--the arena soccer team. Once of the perks is that he gets season tickets! So Friday night we headed down to the sports complex to join some of the other residents and their families for a great night. I've never watched arena soccer, and I have to say, it is a little different. It's like soccer meets hockey! Our goalie was awesome to watch and Robbie swears he learned some sweet new moves from watching the game!
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Arena Soccer
One of the doctors Rob works with is the orthopedic surgeon for the KC Comets--the arena soccer team. Once of the perks is that he gets season tickets! So Friday night we headed down to the sports complex to join some of the other residents and their families for a great night. I've never watched arena soccer, and I have to say, it is a little different. It's like soccer meets hockey! Our goalie was awesome to watch and Robbie swears he learned some sweet new moves from watching the game!
Rolladium
Wednesdays are 99 cent night, so we figured it was a perfect time to teach the boys to roller skate. A few observations:
Middle school is a rough time for kids--in every way!
The adults that still hang out at the rink, want to be back in middle school.
I forgot how much fun it is! I smiled the whole time!
We rented this little contraption for Ty (which Jimmy loved), and he thought it was just fabulous. He cruised around and loved it. Robbie swears it is harder than ice skating, but I think it was because it was so crowded he couldn't really push himself. Great time!




Middle school is a rough time for kids--in every way!
The adults that still hang out at the rink, want to be back in middle school.
I forgot how much fun it is! I smiled the whole time!
We rented this little contraption for Ty (which Jimmy loved), and he thought it was just fabulous. He cruised around and loved it. Robbie swears it is harder than ice skating, but I think it was because it was so crowded he couldn't really push himself. Great time!
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Rice
Let's just say it wasn't one of my most intellectual moments. To my defense, Jimmy had an ear infection and I hadn't slept for three nights. And I was on the phone--I get distracted on the phone. And so the story begins...
I had a bucket of bad rice that had to go. It was heavy and I knew it would break the two cent trash bag--money I so desperately wanted to save--so I decided to dump it down my sink . . . all of it. I know, I know, completely idiotic. In my simple-minded moment, I was only concerned about the garbage disposal; I figured if it could get past the disposal, I was good to go. So wrong.
I took the pipes apart myself--I even went and bought a snake, hoping to bypass the humiliation of telling Rob of my ordeal and instead just getting praised for my handywoman skills. No such thing.
I finally went to my sweet neighbor's house, a retired Army Paratrooper named Carl. He is genuine and kind and . . . I just love him. He came over to try and help me, but it was beyond him too. So, he called his handyman buddy, Stretch.
Stretch worked until almost 10pm (and Carl stayed with me since Rob wasn't home and Stretch was, well, crass). The rice turned from cement to sand in the pipes.
The next morning they worked for another 2 1/2 hours. And finally--the pipes cleared! Over seven hours of labor, and Stretch only charged me $200. Such a blessing. Carl got a huge batch of cinnamon rolls. I am so grateful for kind, genuine people in my life.
That same day, Rob got in a fender-bender in traffic when the girl in front of him stalled. Though there was no visible damage, she filed a claim.
Then my cell phone snapped in half.
It was an AWESOME week! But really, it all turned out okay. It's a beautiful Saturday, and we're off to go exploring in the nearby woods!
I had a bucket of bad rice that had to go. It was heavy and I knew it would break the two cent trash bag--money I so desperately wanted to save--so I decided to dump it down my sink . . . all of it. I know, I know, completely idiotic. In my simple-minded moment, I was only concerned about the garbage disposal; I figured if it could get past the disposal, I was good to go. So wrong.
I took the pipes apart myself--I even went and bought a snake, hoping to bypass the humiliation of telling Rob of my ordeal and instead just getting praised for my handywoman skills. No such thing.
I finally went to my sweet neighbor's house, a retired Army Paratrooper named Carl. He is genuine and kind and . . . I just love him. He came over to try and help me, but it was beyond him too. So, he called his handyman buddy, Stretch.
Stretch worked until almost 10pm (and Carl stayed with me since Rob wasn't home and Stretch was, well, crass). The rice turned from cement to sand in the pipes.
The next morning they worked for another 2 1/2 hours. And finally--the pipes cleared! Over seven hours of labor, and Stretch only charged me $200. Such a blessing. Carl got a huge batch of cinnamon rolls. I am so grateful for kind, genuine people in my life.
That same day, Rob got in a fender-bender in traffic when the girl in front of him stalled. Though there was no visible damage, she filed a claim.
Then my cell phone snapped in half.
It was an AWESOME week! But really, it all turned out okay. It's a beautiful Saturday, and we're off to go exploring in the nearby woods!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
It Never Ends!
Another Season Over
Robbie finished up his first basketball season. It was a painful beginning (he was the youngest and shortest on the team), but in the end, he started doing great. His coach told us that he was unofficially voted Most Improved player--he went from not even being able to hit the net, to scoring in almost every game. He had a blast, too. Way to go, Robbie! And . . . spring soccer has already begun--we don't miss a beat!
Oh, and how can I forget yesterday. It's like an unspoken rule, that if anyone is outside, everyone else follows suit. Somehow, all the neighborhood kids end up at my house every day. Well, it's usually the little kids, but yesterday all the "big" 11 and 12 year old boys came over to shoot hoop with Robbie on his little hoop. It was so fun to watch! They kind of ignored him at first, but when they saw that he could out shoot them, they suddenly started giving him high fives, hoots, the ball . . . I, of course, was so proud and Robbie KNEW he was a stud! So fun!
Monday, March 5, 2012
Kaleidoscope
Since moving to KC, I have been dying to go downtown to Kaleidoscope! Hallmark's headquarters are here, and along with a museum, and a great mall with ever-changing exhibit for children, they've built Kaleidoscope. It's a darling place for children to crate fun art using all the leftover scraps and paints, and cards etc from , well, wherever Hallmark leaves them It's all free, and kids just get to go and play--painting, making puzzles, drawing and gluing--and they get to take it all home! It's darling, too. 

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