|Coyote and his Great Teacher|
Then we all went outside and I roamed the garden, wondering if anything will ever come up other than quack grass. And I checked out the new leaves on my new willow archways over the entrances to the garden. And the kids were playing cooperatively.. And Coyote asked if he could play a video game and I said, as usual, "If it's past 5:30, then yes." And he ran in to see what time it was and did not return. And that is when I realized it was 5:30 and we were late for soccer. In about five minutes, people had shin guards and shorts on, had put on cleats, cried because they fit wrong, threw them off, and had burritos to eat in the car. I'd forgotten about this new soccer coach's Friday thing, ruining our lackadaisical weekend kick-off.
When I fell in to bed that night, I finally saw Coyote's note and it said, "Dear Mom, don't I have soker pratis tobay?" Translation, "You dipstick! You totally forgot about soccer practice, but I remembered and I didn't tell you! na-na-na!"
But that is the way with kids, they like to keep their parents clueless.
I just found out that one of Blue's art projects was selected for a display at the airport and has been there several months already. She said it's not a big deal and she's not a very good artist. But I disagreed. I love her art. She's right that she's not a great drawer (but any skill improves with practice), but her 3D and abstract stuff always stuns. She says that's just cuz I'm her mom. And I'm like, "Girl, I did not pick your piece for the airport. Some one else also thinks your great."
She also says she's not that good at math. But her Math is Cool team is headed to state, or "masters". And she is one of four members, the only girl. Still thinks she's not that good.
|Blue had a big crush on the game Risk! this winter|
|2nd place team!|
|That shirt says 42 and refers to Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy|
When we visit Coyote's school, her old friends will ask her where she goes to school now and she WON'T TELL THEM! She just shrugs and changes the subject. I asked her why and she said they'd just think she was weird, she had enough experience with them to know that being smart is not okay. So maybe that's where she got this all from, and not me. After all, I am her mother. No matter what she does, I'll be proud of it: oh honey! a poop sculpture incorporating all the variety of farm feces, and in the oven too, you are so clever!
So to set a good example. I will tell you that I won third place in the Write on the River essay contest. I would rather have won first, of course. I am not competitive in any sport other than ping pong (with or without alcohol) and so I am surprised to feel this competitive-like feeling about third place. But a prize is a prize and money is money and at least I placed! And if I'm going to cheer on my daughter for taking second, then I've got to be proud of taking third! Also, I found this rather embarrassing but amazing review of my blog: Linkage Love (thanks Lysa!) I am not even going to try to live up to that.