Archive for November, 2013

PAC-12 champions

30 November, 2013

Last night, me in a purple dress shirt, MrGrunty and MsSqueaky  is their Husky jerseys were aboot to go to the UW vs WSU volleyball match. “Wear your purple tie!” instructed MsS. I told her I didn’t want to. “But it’s Friday,” MrG reminded me.  (I wear a tie to work on Fridays…been doing that since I was a food service order coordinator. )  So I did.  I should mention MyBetterHalf was wearing her Husky’s sweatshirt.

It was a late start, 8pm. MrCuddles took a nap on the way there.

It was fun, the childrens enjoyed it. (There was a few minutes in the first set when WSU was a few points ahead. MrG was getting upset, I smiled at him, and he tild me not to laugh at him.)

They won the first three sets…and were crowned PAC-12 champions as we snuck out to get home quickly.


Thanksgiving eve

29 November, 2013

The childrens were playing hide and seek. They call it “robbers”. Once, when all three were downstairs, MyBetterHalf and I scurried off to hide under MsSqueaky’s bed. It was amusing to listen to them.

MsSqueaky “I don’t think they went outside.”

MrCuddles, “guys what if they are lost?”

and, when his siblings were taking advantage of the situation, MrGrunty scolded “you’re not supposed to have a treat!”

Veterans Day

18 November, 2013

Me and the childrens went off to Seattle Center to meet a friend at the Children’s Museum. We lucked out catching a bus, and even better luck getting the front seat on the Monorail. MsSqueaky was thrilled to have her friend there. MrCuddles totally enjoyed the activities. MrGrunty proclaimed his boredom several times. After lunch, we hung in the out at the big fountain…me and MrG even got brave and touched it while it was momentarily off. (Cute/sad story, MrCuddles slipped on wet cement, and did his usual, “See! That’s why I don’t like the sidewalk here!”) Then, we went to Pike Place Market, got some apples, raspberries, and a Texas sized donut.


So, there is this new program, “Watch Dogs” where basically they are trying to get men to volunteer in schools. Last year, MsS and MrG begged me. Monday, I was a WatchDog for MrG’s class. Quick photo with my childrens, then a school tour, then into MrG’s class. They were reading a story, I just watched. The teacher would move along, quick gentle reminders to students that were starting to stray to stay on task or behave properly, or a quick question to the class on elements in the story future or past. When they were doing there worksheets I wandered around, trying to help give encouragement.

Recesses… I played ball with MrG and his friends. Basketball for morning and lunch, Monkey-in-the-middle for afternoon recess. (I also spent a few minutes with MsS at lunch, she was on the bars, practicing flips with her friends.) I am happy to say, MrG can dribble better than me. Srsly.

Lunch, I ate with MrG, and got several smiling wavings from MsS. One of his friends, who I assume is Japanese had the cutest little collection of dishes containing Japanese cuisine. Sure made me feel bad packing jelly sandwiches for my kids. ( no, there is not peanut butter in their lunches. After they discovered a classmate has peanut allergies, they told me they don’t like peanut butter. Except when I smear it on bits of banana for breakfast, they like that. I wonder what MrCuddles will decide he doesn’t like when his social group expands at kindergarten.)

There was a point in the afternoon, where my assigned duty was vague. I checked with office ladies, and they said. “Take a break… Be a positive presence.” Luckily I ran into MrG’s teacher, and she gave me a paper cutting project.


16 November, 2013

MyBetterHalf is away, visiting her mom this weekend.

Last night, we went to the dance at the school, it was alright, we didn’t dance much. MsSqueaky lost her first tooth, we think she swallowed it while eating pizza. MrGrunty got prizes playing games.

Today was swim lessons. MrCuddles didn’t want to go to his, until we were leaving.