Soccer meeting

We had our first offi­cial soc­cer meet­ing for Mac. They orga­niz­ers had invit­ed the par­ents to bring out the kids but since the meet­ing was being held at 7pm, most of the kids were already a bit loopy from stay­ing up past their bed­times and were glassy-eyed when they first arrived at the fields.

While a dense core of seri­ous­ly-mind­ed look­ing par­ents were close­ly pay­ing atten­tion to the orga­niz­ers, a fair per­cent­age of par­ents were in the periph­ery mind­ing the kids as they (the kids) slow­ly got the idea they could kick their soc­cer balls as hard as they want­ed to with­out any adult real­ly pay­ing any neg­a­tive atten­tion to them, and so they just took off, run­ning and for the most part kick­ing the ball in front of them and even­tu­al­ly into the goals.

Mac ini­tial­ly arrived at the fields say­ing he didn’t know how to or couldn’t kick a soc­cer ball, but he soon saw the oth­er kids play­ing and with­in a few min­utes had abscond­ed with some other’s kid ball and ran the length of the field, actu­al­ly kick­ing the ball in a deter­mi­nate fash­ion and final­ly get­ting to the goal and punt­ing it in. It was quite neat to see him do what we had been prac­tic­ing in the back yard for the past year: Our lit­tle bit of dad-toss­ing-the-ball-with-son schtick.1 Need­less to say, Scar­lett also was kick­ing the ball around. We are not exact­ly sure how we are going to keep her off the field dur­ing an actu­al match; she’s too young to be signed up.

I soon picked up on the fact that these kid­die games would be as much as an excuse for the par­ents to get out and social­ize as it would for the kids. Of course we would enjoy watch­ing our kids at play, but we would also get the enjoy the com­pa­ny of oth­er adults which is extreme­ly lim­it­ed when smalls kids take up every wak­ing2 hour avail­able. Yes I know I am stat­ing the obvi­ous, but it’s new to me.

  1. Yeah I know I mix­ing metaphors []
  2. and non-wak­ing []

The Potty Wars: a late update

Sep­tem­ber 13th 2010.
6:39pm CMT BGKY

It’s been a blur of impres­sions about how Mac has gone from intran­si­gent soil­er to proud­ly announc­ing the time and place of his next main event. If he knew how, he would be post­ing Twit­ter updates; No, Jenn won’t let me sign him up for a Twit­ter account.

It is now no mis­take to say that the main rea­son Mac’s pot­ty train­ing took off was that friends vis­it­ed us for an extend­ed stay and they had 4yr-old Thors­en who was ful­ly pot­ty-trained and wast­ed no time let­ting Mac know that he was a big boy because of it. Mac was pret­ty much trained with­in a few days. I sus­pect an instinc­tu­al com­pet­i­tive­ness was the moti­vat­ing fac­tor in Mac no longer paus­ing in mid­step or sen­tence to start breath­ing fun­ny while his gaze turned inward becom­ing almost cross-eyed and his face became flushed with urgent concentration/​constipation.

So know­ing this, we are let­ting Scar­lett know that Blake­ly, a younger cousin, is now ful­ly1 pot­ty-trained. Giv­en Scarlett’s own com­pet­i­tive streak and if we can trick her into think­ing she wants to be pot­ty-trained, this should take no more than a few hours. Yup.

  1. This is not strict­ly true. Blake­ly is in the process of being pot­ty trained but we’ll let this onto­log­i­cal sub­tle­ty slide. []