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A fasle start on post-pandemic date night.

So last Saturday we got a date night, courtesy of my wife’s sister who was in town. It was our first since the before times.

But less than hour into it, my sister in law called and gave us some bad news!

My oldest was doing a “trick” on the monkey bars for his uncle and fell.

To be honest, it was hard for me to see the kiddo in so much pain and to be uncomfortable these past few days, but we are rounding the bend. Update in 5 weeks, doc said.

Reading with grandpa. 📷

My dad drove out to visit us; it’s been two years since we’ve seen him. The big kids were stoked to share their books with him. Dad was more stoked to read the books with them.

Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear repose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begins a journey in my head, To work my mind when body’s work’s expired.

—Shakespeare, Sonnet 27

I recently started reading the sonnets to the big kids as they fall asleep.

Starting Soccer, pt 3

We conclude our three part story on the boys starting soccer this spring. Paco had his first practice. Other than missing the first half of the NCAA Men’s basketball final (and let’s be honest, after how bad Baylor dominated, I didn’t miss much), I was glad the start time was a little later in the evening.

Paco did a lot better at practice than in his first game. I had mentioned previously that he struggled during the game because he didn’t understand that other kids get turns at the ball, and he doesn’t need to score a goal on every possession to have fun. We still had a few pre-practice jitters. When we arrived, Paco demurred when I encouraged him to go say hello to his coach. Eventually, with some coaxing, he finally joined his team during the warm up.

He’s starting to get the hang of the concept, and when he’s on, he’s actually very good. I won’t post the video but during the scrimmage, he handled the ball well and scored a goal.

Spring Soccer, pt. 1

Today Nacho had his first soccer practice. He wanted to do a sport for more than a year and just as we began to look at youth sports last spring, the world shut down. So he was, to put it lightly, more than thrilled to start soccer.

He struggled a few times. Thrice he came running back to me asserting he wanted to quit. Thrice he went back and kept at it. I was proud to see him persevere through his frustration.