In the end, having multiple outings for trick or treating worked out for the best, as Halloween night was cold and rainy. Nevertheless, Corwin, Charles, and I headed hit the streets in search of free candy. We met up with Andreas and his brother Matias for group support, although there wasn’t much competition for the goodies.
After about 10 houses or so, the kids were getting worn down and decided to call it a night. Of course, as soon as we started back Charles walked right in to a big puddle, soaking his shoes. Charles, who had up to this point been pushing for continuing on trick or treating, announced that he was wet and “tie-warred”. Evil task master Dad, however, did not stop the rain and teleport everyone home. He in fact made the boys walk back home before allowing Mom to get them out of their soggy clothes and provide them with some hot chocolate. Despite his complaints, Charles did manage to troop all the way back, although he was in quite a bit of emotional distress because Corwin had gone on ahead and out of sight. Why the lack of Corwin’s presence was such a problem I never did figure out.
One of my treasures got Aliced this weekend. I had been accumulating the sand Charles brings home in a container, which I kept on the counter in the kitchen. While I was out with the boyen and Corwin’s friend Keith on Saturday, Alice escaped Mom’s eye, dragged a chair over to the counter to get up at things, pulled off the sand container, dumped most of the sand all over the floor, and then Alice settled in for a nice snack. Clearly this could all have been avoided if Mom would just feed Alice a diet with more minerals in it.
Corwin’s teacher was named to the USA Today All-USA Teacher Team. I ended up going in to take some pictures at the request of the teacher. Apparently Corwin mentioned that I took pictures and several of his classmates (who are on his soccer team) said that yes, Corwin’s Dad took pictures. Here’s one of Corwin, a couple of his classmates, the trophy, his teacher and the USA Today article.
Last week on another morning that Daddy was sleeping in, I was in the boys’ room with all three kids. Alice and Corwin were on the top bunk. I sat down with Charles on the bottom bunk to read him a story. I had a good view of the ladder and figured that Alice would make some noise when she wanted down. While she can climb up the ladder, she cannot climb down yet.
Charles and I are reading, and all of a sudden there is a falling Alice! She falls in a heap on the floor near the base of the ladder. But she doesn’t cry or act distressed. She just picks up the book she was desiring and starts to climb up the ladder again.
The fall didn’t seem to concern her at all. It didn’t even dissuade her from trying it again. I continue to read to Charles, now making much more frequent checks to the ladder area, and after about 3-5 minutes, I see the Alice legs dangling over the edge. I got to her in time, and we left the room then. Evidently she was intentionally lowering herself to minimize the fall.
I overslept this morning, so Mom got extra kid duty. She finally sent Corwin off to jump on me to get me moving, even though I’m recovering from a devastating injury. After getting rid of Corwin, I was sent to give Charles a bath. Alice, of course, tagged along because Alice loves baths (Alice got a bath yesterday because Mom got tired of her pestering). Since Alice was still wearing yesterday’s clothes, I stripped her down to a diaper and let her hassle Charles in the tub. Eventually, of course, Alice toppled over in to the tub without getting her hair wet. I don’t think the boys ever managed that. I left her to play for a while, although she and Charles fought over the drain (Alice wanting to drain the water, Charles wanting to keep it). After a while I noticed the water looking a bit cloudy so I handed Alice off to Mom for a drying using the excuse of having to dry Charles. It turned out that Alice had pooped her diapers while in the tub so the quick exit and a bit of extra rinsing was for the best.
Alice and Charles were in grumpy moods, especially since Mom had to work and Alice was in the mood for Mommy time. But we got through that eventually, until it was time to leave. At this point Charles insisted that I print something for him, namely a picture of a large magnetic construct he had built the previous night.
I had done a photo-shoot that night, hoping to get some pictures before the construct got Aliced. Charles didn’t like any of those pictures, so I took another set. Charles liked on of those on the screen but once it was printed, he broke down because you couldn’t see where his yellow pipe connected to the tray in lower right corner1. So I took a third set of pictures, finally getting one Charles found acceptable. Of course, then we had a big fight about whether this counted as his one print of the day and why he should also get an “ENTER” sign…
1 You can see it here, but the printer clips a bit on the sides.
After an outing on Sunday, I left my camera back pack on a chair in my office. Charles showed up later that evening wanting to use the chair to rifle through my drawers, looking for lights. He saw the backpack and immediately berated me for it.
Charles: That a chair, not a shelf. You need to put away youse stuff on the shelf.
Dad: [picks up the backpack] What about this drawer? Can I put this away in there?
Charles: [thinks a moment] Awe wight.
Hey, the little U30 camera showed up again. I found it in the basement in one of Charles’ office boxes while looking for something else entirely. So, sadly, Mom was right when she said it would eventually turn up. Luckily it doesn’t seem damaged, although it had been stored in a closed container with a couple of wet rags for 2½ months.
Apparently I have been a bit too generous with the presents over the last week or two, as Charles now asks me on a regular basis “do you have a present for me today?”. I try to explain that normally presents are given on birthdays and holidays like Christmas, but he thinks those are too far away. One exchange went like this:
Charles: Do you have a present for me today?
Dad: No, not today.
Charles: But I been waiting a long time!
Dad: Well, getting presents is a special occasion, it doesn’t happen every day. I have some things but those are for Halloween.
Charles: Is Halloween tomorrow?
Dad: No.
Charles: But I wait for three days. I don’t want to wait five days.
Poor Charles, his stream of material goods running so dry. Although, when Mom took him shopping yesterday, he got a new truck (an animal carrier with two horses). Still, he asked me The Question this afternoon anyway.
Here’s a video clip of Alice dancing to Laurie Berkner. Alice does love her dancing.
I had to endure one of the downsides of running my own company, buying computer hardware to support. You all know how I hate to spend money on gadgets.
Anway, one thing I picked up was a copier/fax/printer unit because I now have to send faxes to people, I could definitely use a copier and it’s also a network shared printer, which is something Mom has wanted for a while. When Charles arrived back home, he popped by the office while I was testing the unit.
Charles: I like youse [sic] new printer.
Dad: You do?
Charles: Yes. I really like the sound it makes when it prints.
I tested the copying functionality by copying one of the many papers Charles was carrying around. Charles was unimpressed, claiming that the copy didn’t look at all like the original and besides, he liked to make drawings. I cheered him up a bit by testing the network printing function with one of the traffic light pictures I have made for him.
Now, while it’s great that Charles is learning how to spot new hardware, it will make it more difficult to sneak such things past Mom. Maybe if I offer Charles extra prints…
UPDATE: I spent some time later on moving my monitors around. Charles noticed this and asked what I was doing. He then noticed that one of the monitors was missing. I said it was still around and I would put it back in a bit. Charles, panicing and literally near tears, cried out “but I can’t see it!”. Only when I took the time to show him exactly where the monitor was did he calm down, although I think he still felt bad about it being on the floor.
Corwin noticed as well, although he thought that the re-arrangement ment I had purchased a new computer. Sadly, that was not the case.
Alice and Charles have become heavily involved in drawing.
Alice used to just suck on the pens but over time she has come to appreciate the use of them on paper instead of herself. She has also switch from tentative, weak strokes to bold, expressive ones as you can see in this video. The final result looks like this:
Charles is much in to drawing these days as well. He’s actually rather particular about his work — I’ve seen him several times throwing out his own drawings because “it not work out right”. Here is an example of efforts that did pan out:
Traffic Lights and RailRoads
I then introduced Charles to yard wide Post-Its™ which was a major thrill for him1. He spent a lot of time making some large drawings to take full advantage of his expanded workspace. I made the mistake of putting up on the wall a couple of pages that Mom had left on the pad and now Charles wants all of his artwork up on the wall as well.
Charles is also starting to experiment with digital art. As noted previously, I’ve been printing signs for Charles, which I’ve drawn based on vague descriptions from Charles (“I want an EXIT sign”). The most recent time, however, Charles wanted something special and helped me with detailed specifications to build this image:
I made him do a rough sketch on paper first after which I duplicated the sketch on the computer. Charles then directed such things as the selection of the texture, and the size and location of the traffic lights (and their color order). I think he was happy with the result, as he was literally bouncing up and down in front of the printer while it chugged along.
1 Getting worked up over a new type of paper? Maybe he really is my boy after all.
Corwin is off with Andreas and his family to see Chinese acrobats this evening. I thought about waiting to post this until he was back, but it seems unlikely that I’ll have any more information then than now. Maybe I should set up a pool as to whether Corwin will answer questions about the evening with
UPDATE: Corwin’s in-depth review — “it was good”.
Nothing like a pair of warm underwear, fresh out of the dryer, to make reading more pleasant
Charles’ new catch phrase is “don’t get in my m-!” where “!” is pronounced like a kissing sound. I can’t even do it myself yet Charles can repeat it in what seems an endless stream of repitition. I blame Corwin, because he’s found it intolerable from the first and his pleading with Charles to “stop saying that!” only provides encouragement.
Speaking of dogs. Alice was playing in our front courtyard while I was getting supper on the table last night. I could hear her through the screen and she is normally pretty good about staying close and playing with rocks or eating chalk. I was checking every couple minutes as I was walking between the kitchen and the table.
On one of my passes, Alice was missing. I stuck my head out the door, and Alice was at the end of the driveway toddling over to the large, madly barking dog (in a fenced yard) that belongs to our new neighbors across the street. I yelled at Alice to stay put but no luck. She’s was taken by doggie lust. So I ran over and picked her up before she thrust her hand to the large, unknown, barking dog.
I went ahead and took her over to meet the dog, since I figured she would get there sooner or later. After sniffing my hand, the dog let me pet him, but he seems to really like to bark. This did not scare Alice at all. She giggled. The owner came out and told us the dog’s name was Jerry, and he just likes to bark but it otherwise pretty harmless. Good to know.
Recently, Charles was laying on the couch around bed time and “hiding” under a blanket so we wouldn’t take him up to bed.I tried all sorts of verbal inducements, but I couldn’t get him out. I decided to try a trick I’ve used before to get him out from under a blanket — I said “Hey, is that Jessie?”. Charles immediately popped out to take a look and then (bwahaha!) he was mine! Banished to bed for being too trusting.
Corwin came in to my office this evening to hit me with a brainteaser:
Q: Name three keys that don’t open any doors.
A: Monkey, donkey, turkey
I rattled off the answer instantly because the pastor used this exact question in last Sunday’s children’s sermon. Corwin was a bit bummed at my quick answer.
Corwin: Awwwww…
Dad: I have heard that one before.
Corwin: You have?
Dad: Yes. I was at church last Sunday, remember?
Corwin: You were?
Alice has added the word “guck” (meaning “truck”) to her vocabulary. She loves to sit on my lap with Charles’ book, Tough Machines, and point out all of the “gucks” in it. Alice can get quite irate, though, if Dad doesn’t acknowledge her efforts.
I sometimes wonders just how plugged in to reality Charles is sometimes. But he does seem to keep track of things that are important to him. Two recent episodes spring to mind.
We took Alice to a recent Corwin recital. There were other students there and a few of them were vocalists. Alice greatly enjoyed doing interpretive dance during the songs and afterwards she’d babble on (in what sounded to me) just like the song. Of course, Alice doing that when the next performer was on wasn’t quite so endearing. I tried to get her to be quiet by holding up my finger to my mouth and going “shushhhhhh!”, but Alice simply thought it was a new cool thing to imitate. At least she wasn’t quite as noisy when she was holding up her finger and going “shushhhhhhh!”.
I think that Alice is starting to pick up some new words. Despite Mom’s cruel doubt I think Alice can now say “Mommy” appropriately, most of the time.
Alice is also starting to point things out in books that she looks at. She’s liked books for a long time but it’s only recently that she’s started to point out specific things on the page and try to name them. Alice particularly likes Look and Find Elmo, probably because she can say “Elmo” (although she pronounces it as “eh-moe”). Elmo is almost always the first thing she points on on each page.
Some of the other new words she uses at least part of the time correctly are
| word | Alice-speak |
| cow | ow |
| more | moe |
| duck | duck |
| TV | tee bee |
I particularly liked the pronouncation of “cow”, which Alice demonstrated while pointing out things in a counting book that had a page spread with 4 cows on it. “ow! ow! ow!” Alice said, jabbing her finger at the cows expressively.
P.S. Current Alice word list:
no, shoe, sock, milk, more, look, kitty, dog, ball, duck, mommy, Corwin, Elmo, spoon, hair
It was a stunningly beautiful day today, excellent weather for soccer (even if the coach prefers clouds with drizzle). Corwin’s entire team showed up for the game, which was for the best because the other team was very good. The defenders had to be in the game for once, as the other team put a lot of pressure on Corwin’s goal.
It was a bit worrisome at the start. Corwin was goalie the first quarter and despite several great saves, the other team got a good power shot in to the goal to jump in to an early lead. But in the second quarter Andrew put one away to tie it up and later that same quarter Jack scored as well. That was it for the scoring, as both coaches beefed up their defenses. The front lines on both sides were very aggressive but the mid-fielders were too worried about defense to provide enough support for additional goals. Still, the mid fielders got a work out because both teams were good at getting the ball downfield for shots at the goal.
After all was kicked and scored, Corwin’s team had another undefeated season, although they had to really work at it this game. I don’t know what we’ll do with our Saturdays now. I’m particularly concerned about my poor cameras, which will probably be spider infested by the time the next sports season starts up.
[Dad tries to tease Corwin a bit about his team’s loss at the scrimmmage]
Dad: After your team got totally crushed on Wednesday —
Corwin: It was just 1-0.
Dad: After your humiliating defeat —
Corwin: And it was only a scrimmage
Dad: — I expect that you guys will want to come back strong on Saturday, your last game, and play like you’ve never played before —
Corwin: But we have played before. And if we played like we hadn’t played before, we wouldn’t be very good.
Dad: — and all give 110%!
Corwin: That’s more than a hundred! No one can do that!
[Clearly Corwin hasn’t been trained in the proper sports metaphors — I blame his coach]
Last Wednesday I went along to Corwin’s soccer practice, because I was too tired from my trip to work and it’s about the only outing I still go to these days.
Corwin’s team practices on half a field, with another team practicing on the other half. At this practice, the two coaches arranged to play a scrimmage between the two teams without a player limit, so it was somewhat crowded. Corwin’s team lost, 0-1, which made Corwin a little sad, but he does handle it better than he used to. It was probably good for the team to take a loss for once. I suspect they’ll play extra hard for their last game this Saturday.
Alice was in fine form. She kept trying to wander off across the dirt wasteland. At one point I captured her and started to bring her back when she said “mommy!” and tried to get down. Thinking she’d seen Mom and wanted to go back to her, I put her down facing Mom. Alice pointed at Mom, said “mommy” again, then prompted spun and headed off back in to the wilderness. A tricky little girl, that one.
Charles had a fine time as well. We brought both of his earth moving toys which made him very happy. Later on Charles started kicking a spare soccer ball around which he was actually quite good at. I chased him around for a while that way, when suddenly Charles stopped and gave me the ball. Charles then announced that he was the coach. As far as Charles is concerned, there are two things to know about being a coach:
Clearly the boy’s ready to be a prodigal 5 year old player / coach next year.
I took this picture about a month ago, one day after Mom had left to go to work or run some errands. Alice was not happy about being left behind and cried for almost half an hour, refusing to be comforted in any way. Eventually she just passed out while weeping at the door through which Mom had left. I was scared to move her for fear of another half hour tantrum. She eventually woke up and was too groggy to be upset until Mom got back.
I met with Corwin’s speech teacher yesterday. He’s been taking speech since kindergarden to correct some lisping tendencies. I thought his “Hawy Potter” was very cute, but probably not good for his long term development. Dad took speech around this age too, so perhaps it runs in the family. The speech teacher declared Corwin cured. At least when he’s thinking about it, his speech comes out correctly. When he doesn’t think about it, sometimes it doesn’t come out right, but only practice will help that. So we are done with speech class for now. I forgot to warn the speech teacher that she will likely be seeing Charles next year. His “awight” is doomed to be corrected.
P.S. Dad wants to note that Corwin was also given a vocabulary test, in which he was shown pictures and he had to name the thing, activity, or class of thing in the picture. The test measured up to 12 year old equivalent. Corwin’s score was off the scale. I think that’s wonderful — I now that there’s nothing like an abnormally extensive vobularly to be the popular guy at parties. Heck, look what it did for me!
I’m back…
My mission was a success — I billed a whole lot of hours in a short time at a good rate. Oh yeah, and I got the client’s problem solved too. That’ll make for a lot less argument over the bill.
We had a bit of a heat wave last week but despite that, Charles insisted on wearing long pants and long sleeves. When I dropped him off at daycare, Miss Darcy commented that he looked overdressed and that maybe he should change in to short sleaves. I explained that Charles had insisted on long sleeves, so she said she’d keep an eye on him and change him if he looked overheated.
When I picked Charles up, he was still in long sleeves so I asked him if he had been OK during the day. Charles replied that he had been OK, except he got cold sometimes.
Corwin has Columbus Day off, but I didn’t. So Corwin got to spend an exciting afternoon on Campus. First we spent an hour listening to an extremely interesting security seminar. Then Corwin got to hang out during my class office hour (and a half).
Corwin was quite the trooper through it all. He spent most of the seminar reading his books (Horton Hears a Who and The Savage Earth). Only a little fidgiting at the end which involved colliding with the large foillage plant, but even that was pretty quiet. Corwin spent most of office hours playing Cartoon Network games on the computer. The only downside is the computer was Linux and so did not have the latest Flash plugins available.
Charles thinks his ability to knock over the tripod is very impressive
Alice has gained some new words over the last week or so. She says Cheese! pretty regularly. Wallace would be proud. She also will babble on mama, mommy now. I don’t know that she is actually referring to me or just likes the sound of the words.
I call home every now and then while I’m away. Mom doesn’t like to spend a lot of time at that (that’s why she sent me off in the first place) and therefore frequently tries to get the children to talk to me. Corwin is good for about three conversational exchanges before his store of small talk peters out and he decides he’d rather be doing something else. Charles likes to spend time speaking but he’s not much for actual conversation. The only responses to any of my questions from him are “none!” and “nothing!” as (somewhat) appropriate. Mostly Charles rambles on incoherently and giggles at his own cleverness. Alice doesn’t talk on the phone, she waits until Mom is and then starts yelling (although — don’t tell Mom I suspect — it’s likely that Mom just pinches Alice as her “get off the phone” ticket).
It was another blowout on the soccer fields today. The FireHawks (Corwin’s team) won 13-0. I don’t think Corwin scored any of the goals, but he was an active participant. He spent one quarter on goal and actually got to grab and drop kick the ball on one play. Otherwise, he played a combination of midfield and offense.
I think the other team had some coaching issues. When I (a non-soccer person) can look at the field and spot obvious flaws in player position problems, you know something has to be wrong. For example, on a Firehawks free kick right outside the other team’s goal, only a couple of the other team’s people put themselves between the kicker and their goal instead of making a wall between the kicker and the goal. Of course the kicker kicked very hard and the goalie couldn’t get to it in time.
There is another team in Corwin’s league that is also undefeated. This is the team of the anti-Jack. Corwin’s team has encountered the anti-Jack in past seasons and it has always been a very close game. Unfortunately, they are not scheduled to play each other this season. Hopefully, we can get an exhibition game set up. Otherwise, both teams may get a bit too cocky for their own good.
I took the kids shopping last night. Corwin had seemingly overnight grown out of all of his pants and fall has finally arrived here. Corwin spent most of the time in the van saying “Pants are out of fashion”, “Skirts are out of fashion”, “Dinner is out of a fashion”. Print does not correctly capture the annoying sing-song nature of these chants. I don’t know where he picked up this cool catch phrase. Fortunately, he seems to be over it today.
I had a sudden call to do some heavy duty code slinging in California at a reasonable rate of pay, which we think will be good for getting my new company a bit of a kick start. I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone or how much I’ll be able to keep up on the kid log (it’s an hourly rate so I plan on putting in lots of hours, both to rack up some cash and to get things done sooner). So, be sure to send Mom lots of e-mail asking for her to take up the posting slack. She should have lots of stories!
Mom took us out last weekend to visit the grand opening of a new pet food store. They had a number of displays there plus a petting zoo. The kids liked it all, although Charles had a very difficult time feeding the animals. They’d use their tongues (as you can see here) and this would freak out Charles, who would then yank away his hand and drop the food pellet. Corwin did much better at it, when he wasn’t dodging the camera. Alice just wandered around, pointed at various creatures and babbled.
Alice likes to play in Mom’s new curtains for the sliding glass front door. She hides in there and then hopes that someone will notice and ask “where’s Alice?”. At which point she pops out and surprises everyone. Because, after all, who’d expect her to hide there?
Charles has a very compartmentalized mind. The other day, the morning after Mom had left for a trip, Charles asked me where Mom was. I started to explain that she had left on a trip when Charles interrupts and lays out Mom’s entire itenary for me, where she went, how long she would be gone (“two days and one night!”), what she would doing, etc. Apparently Charles had paid attention when Mom explained it to him, but didn’t connect it with an explanation of why Mom wasn’t around.
[Dad is starting to cut the grass. Charles come sidling up, eyeing Dad nervously. Dad stops the lawn mower.]
Dad: Yes, Charles?
Charles: Daddy, don’t mow people.
Dad: You mean, don’t run over people with the lawn mower?
Charles: Yes.
Dad: OK, I won’t do that.
Charles: Awe wight. Because that’s it.
[Assured of the safety of the local populace, Charles scampers off to play]
I had to cut Charles back on the printing of arrows to one per day, otherwise I wouldn’t be doing much else. So this morning, as soon as I got up to check my e-mail, there was Charles, asking for an “EXIT” sign as his daily printout.
As previously noted, Alice is even more of a sweet freak than her brothers. The other morning she was actually wanting to eat (instead of what normally happens, I forcibly set her down at the table so she can throw food around the room). So I poured her some Oreo-Os and of course Alice proceeded to pick out all the marshmallow bits and eat those. I figured that, like Charles, she’d move on to the rest of the cereal after finishing those. How sadly I underestimated my sucrose addicted daughter!
I had to pop off for a minute to handle another crisis and when I returned, Alice had opened the box of Oreo-Os, pulled out the internal plastic bag, opened that up, and was rooting around in it for more marshmallows. I just hope she doesn’t give the boyen ideas.
After the first drawing of the arrows, Charles finally wore me down and I made him a printed arrow. It cut me to the heart that he liked that one much better. He even took it in to daycare to show his little friends.
However, Charles is never satisfied with just one product of technology. He tried to get me to print him another arrow but that broke down in to a screaming Charles going on about a “different” arrow. Neither Mom nor I could figure out what he meant. Charles also wanted it bigger, which was a problem because
Trying to explain this to him would be difficult at best but in the midst of a full scale meltdown was hopeless. I ended up sending him away once he took to grabbing existing arrows, crumpling them up and throwing them on the floor in anger.
The next day, however, Charles managed to explain in a calmer tone that he wanted to look through the drop down menu in the graphics program I use to find a different arrow. We looked through the list together and printed him up some nice arrows.
We went shopping today for new shoes for Corwin. He hadn’t worn his current shoes for months, preferring to wear sandals, even when he needed socks to keep his feet warm. It turns out that what he doesn’t like about his shoes is the time it takes to tie them. Instead, Corwin wanted to go back to velcro shoes. Mom thought he should stay with lace shoes but Corwin gave her the puppy look for a long time at the shoe store and it eventually wore her down. Corwin ended up with shoes that didn’t even have velcro but are the elastic slip on kind. I think Corwin liked them not only for that but for the shark motif of the shoe. It has a little dorsal fin in back plus two side flaps on the front that can be put up to look like a front fin. Plus the grip on the bottom looks like the teeth in a shark’s mouth. We figured that he wears other shoes for actual athletics (such as soccer) so he doesn’t need as firm a grip for this everyday shoes. Plus, he gave us the puppy look.
However, Corwin did like some of the other shoes and offered us an alternative resolution — buying all three pairs of shoes. I explained that wasn’t feasible and sometimes one had to make hard choices. I used the analogy of selecting cards for a Magic deck, an issue Corwin and I had discussed earlier that had concluded with Corwin explaining that sad fact of life to me. I think it sunk about as deep as my pep talk on the glories of abstract algebra that morning did.
P.S. While we were there Alice spent the time looking through all the shoes. She eventually picked out a pair of cute little purple dress shoes. Alice brought the shoes over to Mom and indicated her desire for them in a very insistent way. So Mom bought her the cute little purple dress shoes.
The shoe guy was impressed by the fact that Alice couldn’t say “Mama” or “Dada” yet but she could say “shoe” and know what it meant.
Corwin is finally back in the soccer groove. A lot of his teammates aren’t, though, as the line up was a bit reduced and at one point there was concern that we wouldn’t be able to field a complete team (9 players). But with a few late arrivals the total was up to 11 so the coach was able to do a bit of rotation, although it was clear during the second half that exhaustion was beginning to tell.
Although the score ended up 6-0 (our favor), there was a lot of good soccer play. The other team just didn’t seem to be able to keep the ball on our side so Corwin’s team got a lot of shots at the goal. Their goal keeper had a bunch of good saves and catches but if one side gets enough shots they’ll score no matter how good the goal keeper.
Corwin saw very little action the first half, as he played goalie. I think he was in action only a couple times, briefly, that entire half. Corwin claims that he never actually touched the ball. He went to offense in the second half and did better, although he wasn’t quite as … aggressive as the normal front line people (Mara, Jack, Josh, Keith). He did score a goal, though, which was nice. He and Jack tackled each other in celebration afterwards, although I messed up the focus on the shot.
P.S. Ali is still out on the disabled list. Apparently her ankle is more than just sprained a bit. Not only that but her older sister Kirsten (who babysat for us a bit ago) is also on crutches. That’s gotta be fun.
