XV: School Daze
Greetings out there to all of you on the email list and those "subscribers" who are not on the "To" line as well.
There are many perils in the world of amateur journalism, not the least of which is the lack of an editor. This fact was made painfully obvious to me after the last update in which I forgot to explain why we were in Nashville (to visit my sister Jen/Sister Mary Grace who is making her final profession/vows as a Dominican sister), that we also got to spend time with many members of both extended families while in Indiana (both sets of grandparents, Regis's brother, sister-in-law, and family, my grandma, several uncles and aunts, some friends, a homeless man, a waiter at Spageddie's...anyone else who I forgot to mention?), that we watched Notre Dame win their first game of the season, and that Annie ate an entire brick of cheese. Ok, I made that last one up.
The kids have just started school and there is much excitement....from Jimmy and Regis. Jimmy is off to a great start at Assumption Elementary in Morristown, and Regis loves the school too. Mainly, she loves it because Maggie is going there as well, currently two days into her long career (much to her chagrin) as a student. So far it's been a little rocky for her, as she has informed us that "she can't go back to school again." Ah, I think Regis and the education system will win this one my dear Maggie, though I don't doubt that you will give them the full resistance. Look for stories of straitjackets and restraining harnesses in the classroom on your news wires.
One of the great things about the world we live in is this whole e-mail thing. Obviously, here I am many miles away from you and still able to communicate. Similarly, I can still be an integral part of all the drama of the daily household events through my lovely wife and her e-mail account. Here are two e-mails I got yesterday:
The first:
"jimmy and Maggie playing house downstairs
"Jimmy says: 'Maggie can you put the babies in the highchair? i'll be there in a minute...i'm on a call for work'
"Then he says: 'Maggie...i'm trying to get my work done...then i'll be right there'
"man...apple falling far from the tree, or what?
I think, given that this email was sent at 6:20 pm, that she was trying to tell me to come home.
The second:
"so i turn my back and annie is gone...i walk into the bathroom when i hear her cry. she's on the floor...can't walk b/c it's filled with water....she played in the toilet and there was so much water on the floor that she was to slippery."
I think that this one was sent at 6:22 pm, and that she was trying to tell me to get...home...now.
I kid, Reege, I kid.
On another note, Jimmy's flag football season is in full swing. There is nothing quite like seeing ninety 6-year olds in cleats, running sprints and doing agility drills. Good stuff. The games start next week and he plays for the "Cowboys" and wears #10. He is officially "pumped." Last Saturday was the first big practice and we may or may not have had a "pep rally" Friday night in his room with his sisters, during which the Notre Dame Victory March was played fourteen times. Again, I stress, not sure if it really happened. And that may or may not have been BEFORE Notre Dame beat Michigan. So just try to imagine the household this past Saturday afternoon. It's probably not hard. Anyway, Jimmy is very excited about the upcoming season and we've been practicing catching the ball and tucking it properly. He's very serious about it.
He is also very serious about school (need to stay eligible you know) and has made some good friends, one of whom is named Leon, a classic name that I absolutely love and will place on my top 20 list just below Jamarcus. He calls to mind Leon Durham, former Cubs 1st baseman -- one of my favorite members of the 1984 team (in fact I liked him so much I pretend the whole ball through the legs thing never happened in game 5 of the playoffs).
That's all for now, let us know how you all are doing.
There are many perils in the world of amateur journalism, not the least of which is the lack of an editor. This fact was made painfully obvious to me after the last update in which I forgot to explain why we were in Nashville (to visit my sister Jen/Sister Mary Grace who is making her final profession/vows as a Dominican sister), that we also got to spend time with many members of both extended families while in Indiana (both sets of grandparents, Regis's brother, sister-in-law, and family, my grandma, several uncles and aunts, some friends, a homeless man, a waiter at Spageddie's...anyone else who I forgot to mention?), that we watched Notre Dame win their first game of the season, and that Annie ate an entire brick of cheese. Ok, I made that last one up.
The kids have just started school and there is much excitement....from Jimmy and Regis. Jimmy is off to a great start at Assumption Elementary in Morristown, and Regis loves the school too. Mainly, she loves it because Maggie is going there as well, currently two days into her long career (much to her chagrin) as a student. So far it's been a little rocky for her, as she has informed us that "she can't go back to school again." Ah, I think Regis and the education system will win this one my dear Maggie, though I don't doubt that you will give them the full resistance. Look for stories of straitjackets and restraining harnesses in the classroom on your news wires.
One of the great things about the world we live in is this whole e-mail thing. Obviously, here I am many miles away from you and still able to communicate. Similarly, I can still be an integral part of all the drama of the daily household events through my lovely wife and her e-mail account. Here are two e-mails I got yesterday:
The first:
"jimmy and Maggie playing house downstairs
"Jimmy says: 'Maggie can you put the babies in the highchair? i'll be there in a minute...i'm on a call for work'
"Then he says: 'Maggie...i'm trying to get my work done...then i'll be right there'
"man...apple falling far from the tree, or what?
I think, given that this email was sent at 6:20 pm, that she was trying to tell me to come home.
The second:
"so i turn my back and annie is gone...i walk into the bathroom when i hear her cry. she's on the floor...can't walk b/c it's filled with water....she played in the toilet and there was so much water on the floor that she was to slippery."
I think that this one was sent at 6:22 pm, and that she was trying to tell me to get...home...now.
I kid, Reege, I kid.
On another note, Jimmy's flag football season is in full swing. There is nothing quite like seeing ninety 6-year olds in cleats, running sprints and doing agility drills. Good stuff. The games start next week and he plays for the "Cowboys" and wears #10. He is officially "pumped." Last Saturday was the first big practice and we may or may not have had a "pep rally" Friday night in his room with his sisters, during which the Notre Dame Victory March was played fourteen times. Again, I stress, not sure if it really happened. And that may or may not have been BEFORE Notre Dame beat Michigan. So just try to imagine the household this past Saturday afternoon. It's probably not hard. Anyway, Jimmy is very excited about the upcoming season and we've been practicing catching the ball and tucking it properly. He's very serious about it.
He is also very serious about school (need to stay eligible you know) and has made some good friends, one of whom is named Leon, a classic name that I absolutely love and will place on my top 20 list just below Jamarcus. He calls to mind Leon Durham, former Cubs 1st baseman -- one of my favorite members of the 1984 team (in fact I liked him so much I pretend the whole ball through the legs thing never happened in game 5 of the playoffs).
That's all for now, let us know how you all are doing.
posted by Watts at 10:04 AM
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