We have a two car garage. In it you’ll find several bicycles, a snow blower, leaf blower, lawn mower, various shovels, rakes, clippers, ladders, the bench seat for the Fun Bus, and a larger than life Stanley Cup replica and World Series trophy plus some other crap we’ve picked up in the 20 years we’ve had our home. Oh, and enough sports equipment to supply our city recreation department.
One thing my husband insists on is parking two cars in our two-car garage. And that’s not easy with all the stuff we have. But if we can do it, you can, too. So here’s how to take back your garage. Read the rest of this entry »
When I told a friend that I was going to write a post on how not to be THAT parent, he pointed out that THAT parent usually didn’t recognize themselves as such, so the people that really need the advice were not going to think they needed it. He has a point there. So I devised this little test based on behaviors that I have witnessed to help you identify yourself in case your family hasn’t yet staged an intervention. Just answer the following questions with a simple yes or no.
Have you ever . . .
- Had other people describe you as out of control or moved so they don’t have to sit near you?
- Been thrown out of a game?
- Had a shouting match or altercation with a parent from another team?
- Had a shouting match or altercation with someone from your own team?
- Yelled something or gestured at an opposing player?
- Gotten “the look” from your spouse?
- Gotten “the look” from your player?
- Yelled or signaled coaching instruction to your player from the sidelines (assuming you are not the coach)?
- Flipped off, gestured toward your crotch or sworn at a game official or team official?
- Did or said something that you were later ashamed or embarrassed about?
There you are, watching your kid when suddenly you notice a flash of white appearing where it should be only black. A spot of color in an unwelcome place that can only mean one thing–a busted zipper.
As I have indicated previously, I am not highly skilled in the domestic arts, unless you count making Halloween costumes, in which case I rock. Or getting grass stains and red clay out of baseball pants, which I’m pretty darn good at. Or fixing zippers in practically brand new softball pants, at which I am awesome. So awesome, in fact, that I am compelled to share it in the true pay-it-forward spirit. Follow along, kids. Don’t worry, I’ve got pictures. Lots of pictures. Read the rest of this entry »
When my kids were small, we thought it was adorable that they sidewalk-chalked the driveway with a face off circle and a goal crease and drew a hockey net on the garage door. And so darn precious when they commandeered the Cozy Coupe and drove it in circles, mimicking the Zamboni. And when they made impromtu goalie pads from pillows strapped to their legs and played together for hours we were, well, we were just happy they’d gotten the hell out of the house and stopped whining. Fresh air, togetherness, unstructured play– those are all things that are great for kids. It was so cute. And completely harmless. Like this:
I’m hanging out at the NFL offices today with a host of youth sports representatives, including USA Football, Hockey, Basketball, Cheer, Gymnastics, Little League Baseball, US Lacrosse and Soccer, plus a host of bloggers and parents.
We will be talking about ways to make sports safer for all participants. I’m very happy to be included and am looking forward to a very informative and productive discussion.
They are in the news practically every day. The superstar who thinks he’s above the team. The guy that is amazing on the field, and a complete train wreck off it. The guy who seemingly has it all, then blows it by making poor choices and exhibiting even worse behavior. From Ben Roethlisberger to Tiger Woods to Lance Armstrong, we’ve seen it over and over. And while it seemingly blows up in the media in one or two days, it takes a lifetime to reach this state. So how do you raise a wealthy, worshipped, successful spoiled athlete? You’ve got to start early, and use this guide. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s been a long grueling tryout process but it’s finally over. The list has been posted and congratulations, your player made the team. But her best buddy didn’t. Bummer, that’s so sad. And wow! Really awkward. So how do you handle it? Here are some things to do, and not to do.