I took roughly a week off from blogging, tweeting (and during it a huge DDoS attack) and a smack of FBooking, but really man cannot live online. And if he does, well, he probably will live literally alone.
It is also the last few days of summer break for the kids, so we’ve gone for ice cream after work, wrestled some, took Buddy for walks…and I went to Boston for a few days for the job, which was warmer than Lexington (weird summer). I enjoy that city. There is nothing in particular about Boston I could tell you I love specifically, I just like the vibe from Copley Square, to Cambridge, to even out towards Framingham, etc…I just like it. I’ll probably never live there (the only area of the country we have yet to live in is the Northeast), but I like to visit. (Sorry Katherine Rooks! Booked from sun up till sun down or I would have called and/or visited…)
One of the fun things I had not yet done in Lexington was go to the ‘Pirate Pool’ at Woodland Park. We spent a few hours there on Sunday afternoon. As we were wrapping up, Kim told the kids to go off the low diving board and do a dive. But what fun is that? With Mom and Dad picking up towels and the like, why not head over to the high dive, which is much more fun! And since one of us is literal, “Mom told me to do two more dives”…well, we walk to the edge of the board, put our hands together over our head, lean forward….
At this moment, Kim and I fall immediately into stereotypes. Kim, covers her mouth and then yells, “Demetrius just jump!” I stand up and say at the same time, like Rob Schneider in the Waterboy, “You can do it, D!” Since our voices combine to make even more white noise at a public pool on a 90 degree day at a public pool, he dives in. I kind of give the out of shape dad jump at him doing it, and Kim ages at least another year, immediately. He swims over and gets a few high fives from Dad, and I shuffle him to his Momma Gorilla, cuz ain’t no way she’s going to let him jump again. Once was enough for her.
But not to be outdone is his always aware, always watching and listening little sister on the ladder behind him. “Daddy, watch me!”
Now, one to thing to know about Maya. Like many kids, rough and tumble about many things, and completely chicken about others. Like her dad, Maya is completely scared of heights (and spiders). She goes to the edge, hands over head…and she looks down. That is a long way to go head first. She looks up, gets a bit of a panicked look, and just jumps. I meet her at the ladder on the side.
“Dad, I’m little, I got scared” (when we chicken out, sometimes the ‘I’m still little’ excuse card is played). “Maya, how many other seven year olds are jumping off the high dive, do you think?” I ask. “Some, but not many.” “And how many are seven year old girls,” I follow up. “A couple.”
She did the math, and became a bit more proud of herself…without taking another two years off the back end of her mother’s life.
A few more humorous moments from the weekend.
We went to get Demetrius his soccer cleats for his US Soccer TOPS Soccer league. I acutally didn’t get him cleats, we got him Puma indoor soccer shoes. This way he can run around and not eat it on the cement, etc…he didn’t like cleats when he wore them before, and I don’t see the need to actually get him a pair. But I did want to get him a ‘real pair’ of soccer shoes, so we went to the Soccer Center (store) here in Lexington. We got a sweet pair of Pumas (see photo). A couple of interesting exchanges. I showed Maya a pair of Adidas Copa Mundials, which were my preferred cleat when I played growing up. She looked at them compared to the models with different colors (in fact many aren’t even black and white anymore).
“Daddy, they are old fashioned, your old shoes.”
“Maya, I prefer to think of them as classics.” This point of differentiation was lost on her. Nor did she really care, as the ‘girl’ helping Demetrius was more interesting, as she plays soccer in college! Wow!
Demetrius let her know she smelled like french fries. She was eating lunch when we came in and the store smelled like McDonalds. I’m not sure she recognized it as the compliment it was meant to be.
And if that exchange wasn’t enough, as we drove away we called Nonni and Grandpa to talk about soccer shoes (Grandpa loves this, of course) and Daddy’s ‘old fashioneds’. Just after we hung up, Demetrius wanted to know if I still had my old cleats ‘in my closet’.
“No Demetrius, I don’t.”
“So they don’t give you ouchies (blisters)?” (This is a big worry for Demetrius, the last pair did, big time.)
“No Demetrius I didn’t get ouchies because they fit right, you have to tell me if your new shoes hurt, okay?”
Maya: “D! Daddy didn’t get ouchies when he was a boy. He played soccer alot. Anyway, he was skinny then so he ran faster.”
So after I almost hit the car in front of me….
About two hours later Demetrius and I are at Valvoline getting the oil changed in the min-van, and he’s watching Attack of the Clones on the DVD player. When the technician cuts the power:
“Hey, what the hell are you doing!?!”
I think we need to cut back on the PG-13 movies…..
Folks, gotta go get ready for work. Have a great Tuesday and see those new kicks we got Super D below….