Posted by Patrick Corkum on April 23, 2010
Yesterday was PJ’s baseball practice. He plays coach pitch. This is a really strange thing for me as I really don’t get why they just don’t use tees. Maybe they are finding kids hit better when they start this way younger, I don’t know. Anyway, 5-7 year olds are really funny to watch on the baseball field. Their minds are EVERYWHERE! Well, everywhere except baseball. I was watching my son on the field playing first base (really just the kid closest to first). He’s jumping all over the place, throwing pretend baseballs, pretending to catch baseballs that are just far enough away from him that he needs to jump or dive. Who cares about the batter, right? Of course, then you have the kids that are on the bases. The ball is hit….. I said the ball is hit…… ooo… look at the airplane! I think they need a coach for every kid to tell them exactly what to do and when, because they just stand there, oblivious to what is going on.
Posted by Patrick Corkum on April 20, 2010
Last weekend, I was driving my mini-van back home from DC after the Cherry Blossom Festival. My parents, my mother-in-law, PJ, and Mia were in the car with me. I expected Mia to fall asleep quickly. Instead, we got the super-talkative Mia. At some point along the trip, she wanted to play Rock/Paper/Scissors with someone in the back seat. Well, there were no takers. So, I thought I would be clever and see if she would play with me, “Mia, I’ll play with you, just think about what you choose and then we’ll tell each other and see who wins.” So, she agreed and we played.
BOTH: Rock, Paper, Scissors…. SHOOT!
Daddy: Mia, what are you?
Mia: Rock
Daddy: I’m paper. Ready, Rock, Paper, Scissors, SHOOT! What are you?
Mia: Scissors
Daddy: Oh, I’m a rock! I win again.
Well, this went on for a good while until someone convinced her to ask me what I was first.
BOTH: Rock, Paper, Scissors, SHOOT!
Daddy: Mia, what are you?
Mia: No, what are you?
<back and forth until finally…>
Daddy: I’m paper.
Mia: Me too!
Laughter ensues throughout the car.
Daddy: Okay, let’s do it again! Rock, Paper, Scissors, SHOOT!
<same conversation as to who says first>
Daddy: I’m rock.
Mia: I’m scissors.
So, no matter which way it went, I don’t think that I ever lost! Fast forward 1 week….. PJ and I are sitting on the couch waiting for the others so that we could watch a movie.
Daddy: Let’s play rock/paper/scissors. But, I don’t want to use my hands, we’ll just tell each other what we are.
PJ: Okay! Rock, Paper, Scissors… SHOOT! I’m paper!
I am a horrible father!
Posted by Patrick Corkum on April 5, 2010
On Easter, you know… this past Sunday, you know… the most important religious holiday of the year, you know… resurrection day, we took lots of pictures of the kids. Now I could not resist a series of blog posts with basically just pictures of each kid. Each set is going to be a set that I picked and edited (quickly) to show off each kid’s personality. So, I’ll start with PJ…. You tell me if these get across a story about his personality!
