Had some sort of miscommunication this morning... My alarm went off at 7. I heard both kids' voices from upstairs, so I didn't bother waking them, I just shuffled off to the shower and then did my morning chores. At about 8 AM, the kids stumbled downstairs, still in their PJs. I asked if they had any of their "habits-and-chores" done, and they said they didn't know they were allowed to be up yet. So, they had to hustle getting ready and ended up a bit late for school today. We had a sit-down at dinner and told them we expected them to be more independent and that they knew that they had morning habits (i.e. get dressed, brush your teeth, eat breakfast) that they didn't need a mom or a dad nagging at them to do. Let's hope this works. I like it that the kids are semi-autonomous in the morning, as I'm not much of a morning person, so I can't handle too much nagging or remembering anything myself before 8 AM.
Watched a bit of bosch this morning, but I was so tired, I ended up opting for an early nap with Betty on top of me. We snoozed until 12:30 or so and Jen made us a yummy lunch.
I went out this afternoon to visit our old friend Eric at his repair shop. Shot the breeze for a while. Talked about getting Eric and his band on my radio show, and talked about getting together to finally mix our second record. It's been a long time since we released the first one.
Came home, did a bit of reading, then took Edgar to soccer practice. Yes, we were one of the first ones there, this time. For the first half of practice, Edgar was being his typical self-- goofing off, not listening, frustrating his coach. I called him over and gave him a (overly-?) stern talking-to about running his mouth and not listening to his coach. I guess it made him feel bad, because for the second half of practice, he was visibly agitated. They did a scrimmage, and he didn't remember which direction his team was supposed to go, or what position he was playing, and he realized that he hadn't been listening, just as I had accused him. All that pent-up anxiety came bubbling out, and he was clearly having trouble. The word he used was "overwhelmed." His coach (what a great coach!) patiently helped answer his questions, but mostly dragged him along and made sure he was still in the game and still playing. And, wonder of wonders-- Edgar ran! and tried hard! and was still really upset, but trying his best to actually chase the ball and play soccer. I was saddened and impressed all at the same time.
After soccer, we went to Dairy Queen, where we had dipped cones and a good talk. I think we're okay now.
I might have finished my cone before Edgar, and I might have gotten a little bored.
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| Edgar, clearly disgusted by my tribute in ketchup. |
Meanwhile, while we were away, some cute snuggling was going on:
So Jen discovered a lump on baby... no... not that kind of a lump. Not THAT kind of a lump, either. A little wiggly lump just above her belly button. Some quick consulting with the midwives, and ... it's an umbilical hernia. It's apparently routine, and they usually go away without complications or surgery, but we're supposed to watch it.
... Jen and I were both singing it, so we had to educate the kids about hernias. If you don't know, you should learn, too.
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