Mom and Dad are here! And they have a new house! Since I am their closest child, it is clearly my responsibility to be sure that they have as much fun as possible so that they remember to move down here quickly. I started their social calender with dinner at cousin Lisa's wine and cheese bar/restaurant super yumminess. It's right down the street from Nana, which is handy. It is crazy delicious, fresh source locavore food, which is stellar. The social highlight of dinner was Lisa running out of the restaurant when her daughter's contractions progressed to "Having A Baby Time." (The food highlight was the fresh corn chowder, obviously.) How exciting!
Since Mom and Dad are actually waiting for their stuff to arrive Monday, they've been not too busy running errands and getting to know their way around. So I insisted they join us at the Redmond Farmer's Market for lunch and grocery shopping. Lunch was a brilliant idea- how can you pick between tamales and crepes? And by then we were all sensitized to the fresh looking foods of the market. Mom really wanted some heritage apples (Macintosh, Gravenstein etc.), so we had to peruse all the apple options. And obviously, at farmer's market in Washington EVERYONE has apples. I ended up picking up some Italian plums and honeycrips and carrots and beans before Mom picked her apples. The tipping point for our trip probably came when I was eyeing a basket of tiny-cute, sweet, homeless strawberries, and the guy (hoping to go home early), gave me a deal on a flat of the poor little orphan berries. The little dears were within hours of peak juiciness, and would need to be used quick. We were supposed to join Nana for dinner, and in the back of my mind I thought 'I'll just bring dessert, no big.' But then we bought a lump of fresh mozzerella (soft and sweet!), which we clearly had to pair with some of those beautiful Heirloom tomatoes we'd seen. And of course, we found a pair of giant sunset hued tomatoes that were in the magical hour of peak perfection. These magical fruits were not going to survive to be eaten another day... could I bring a salad to Nana's too?
Now that we had stocked up on WAY too much food that wouldn't survive the weekend, I insisted we have everyone over for dinner to help me eat my way through this produce. Nana came to join us, and we talked about Jamie Oliver was plowing our way through roasted farm fresh veggies and didn't stop until we polished off half the flat of berries.
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Sunday, October 7, 2012
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Teefs!
We begin, as is traditional, with a list of all the new things Tyler has going on for him. And because it's been two weeks since I've written anything, it's a pretty long list.
For starters, he's quite recently started babbling. Babbling is one of those critical development stages they tell us parents to be vigilant for. It's when they start making consonant-vowel combinations over and over. To the layman, this means Tyler can say Mama! Well, technically he can say mamamamamamama, but the thrill is still the same. He's become a regular chatterbox, mama-ing and raspberry-ing like it's going out of style. It's super cute.
He's also started getting a tooth, we think. He's got a little rough spot on his bottom jaw, on his right, I think. He's definitely a little bit more fussy than he has been in the past, but he's still sleeping most of the night, with the exception of strange times when he actually manages to roll himself onto his stomach while trying to sleep.
A detour: let me tell you about Tyler going to sleep. Have you ever been so tired you've tried to eat your own foot? Tyler has. Does it all the time. We'll put him down for his sleep and he'll roll left and right and munch on his hand for a while, but when that's not quite enough, he'll kick up his legs, grab a foot, and stuff the whole thing into his mouth while rolling around and making cute sounds. It's all Jess and I can do to keep from breaking out laughing while he is trying to rest. And then sometimes he'll roll on his side and then straighten his body out and roll to his stomach. And Tyler knows that stomachs are for exercise time, not sleep time, though, he's past the real danger zone for SIDS. He's really good at getting from his back to his stomach at this point, but he hasn't quite figured out the other way around yet, so we'll have to wake up and flip him over sometimes. Other than that, though, he still sleeps through the night.
Anyway, yeah, a tooth. We'll put up some pictures when we can see it.
Tyler has also learned how to get revenge for all the nomming we've been doing to him. He's started to chew on Jessie at bedtime. She'll go in for some cheek bites and he'll get all excited and start chewing on her chin or cheek or whatever other part of her face is close enough to get in his mouth, all while making serious grunting-effort noises. It's a riot. Yes, we got some video, it'll probably be up on facebook soon.
He's also starting to get more mobile, though he's still not a threat to disappear on you if you turn your back. He's getting better at turning and scooching himself backwards via a combination of pushups and superman poses. I don't think he's figured out how to use all of it for navigation, yet, but the exercise is really good for him.
Kelsey has been a fantastic babysitter this past week. Even with some early teething he's always been happy and well fed and well rested when we get home. Tyler likes her, too. He smiles when she comes over to see him and doesn't even fuss a little when she is in charge. Evidently babies don't get afraid of strangers until 8 to 10 months. We were going to maybe try and babysit Grant while his parents went out this weekend, but Grant is firmly in the 'don't like strangers' zone, and he wasn't having any of our playtime when we tried an experiment yesterday. So it looks like we may have picked the perfect time to start sending Tyler off to Day care, before he can get too anxious about something new.
That's right, just a few more weeks and Tyler starts day care. Empty house! That will be really weird! Kelsey is going to help us pick out some more cute outfits for him. We got the advice that the cuter he is, the more attention he'll get from his teacher, so we'll get the fashion-conscious sister to help us dress him up all adorable.
Also on the horizon, solid food! We're thinking about giving it a try tomorrow when we have both Kelsey and Grandma to play witness to the mess. I'll do my best to keep the mess to a minimum, though we'll almost certainly have to give him a bath afterwords.
Non-baby Micro-News! We went out on Kayaks on town lake with some friends from work. Nice cool water, and we got to hang out under the bridges downtown. A blast, I liked it more than tubing, actually. There are no video games coming out. I'm playing some older ones to relax, but it's as dry as a Texas summer, I tell you what. Jess got me an ice-cream maker. I've used it to make Orange Sherbet already, and there's some vanilla bean ice cream in the fridge ready to get turned tonight. I completed another song! I'll post it up here a bit later, but we're going to take Kelsey out to the Farmer's market and then get some hamburgers in a bit, and then go pick up grandma from the airport.
-N
For starters, he's quite recently started babbling. Babbling is one of those critical development stages they tell us parents to be vigilant for. It's when they start making consonant-vowel combinations over and over. To the layman, this means Tyler can say Mama! Well, technically he can say mamamamamamama, but the thrill is still the same. He's become a regular chatterbox, mama-ing and raspberry-ing like it's going out of style. It's super cute.
He's also started getting a tooth, we think. He's got a little rough spot on his bottom jaw, on his right, I think. He's definitely a little bit more fussy than he has been in the past, but he's still sleeping most of the night, with the exception of strange times when he actually manages to roll himself onto his stomach while trying to sleep.
A detour: let me tell you about Tyler going to sleep. Have you ever been so tired you've tried to eat your own foot? Tyler has. Does it all the time. We'll put him down for his sleep and he'll roll left and right and munch on his hand for a while, but when that's not quite enough, he'll kick up his legs, grab a foot, and stuff the whole thing into his mouth while rolling around and making cute sounds. It's all Jess and I can do to keep from breaking out laughing while he is trying to rest. And then sometimes he'll roll on his side and then straighten his body out and roll to his stomach. And Tyler knows that stomachs are for exercise time, not sleep time, though, he's past the real danger zone for SIDS. He's really good at getting from his back to his stomach at this point, but he hasn't quite figured out the other way around yet, so we'll have to wake up and flip him over sometimes. Other than that, though, he still sleeps through the night.
Anyway, yeah, a tooth. We'll put up some pictures when we can see it.
Tyler has also learned how to get revenge for all the nomming we've been doing to him. He's started to chew on Jessie at bedtime. She'll go in for some cheek bites and he'll get all excited and start chewing on her chin or cheek or whatever other part of her face is close enough to get in his mouth, all while making serious grunting-effort noises. It's a riot. Yes, we got some video, it'll probably be up on facebook soon.
He's also starting to get more mobile, though he's still not a threat to disappear on you if you turn your back. He's getting better at turning and scooching himself backwards via a combination of pushups and superman poses. I don't think he's figured out how to use all of it for navigation, yet, but the exercise is really good for him.
Kelsey has been a fantastic babysitter this past week. Even with some early teething he's always been happy and well fed and well rested when we get home. Tyler likes her, too. He smiles when she comes over to see him and doesn't even fuss a little when she is in charge. Evidently babies don't get afraid of strangers until 8 to 10 months. We were going to maybe try and babysit Grant while his parents went out this weekend, but Grant is firmly in the 'don't like strangers' zone, and he wasn't having any of our playtime when we tried an experiment yesterday. So it looks like we may have picked the perfect time to start sending Tyler off to Day care, before he can get too anxious about something new.
That's right, just a few more weeks and Tyler starts day care. Empty house! That will be really weird! Kelsey is going to help us pick out some more cute outfits for him. We got the advice that the cuter he is, the more attention he'll get from his teacher, so we'll get the fashion-conscious sister to help us dress him up all adorable.
Also on the horizon, solid food! We're thinking about giving it a try tomorrow when we have both Kelsey and Grandma to play witness to the mess. I'll do my best to keep the mess to a minimum, though we'll almost certainly have to give him a bath afterwords.
Non-baby Micro-News! We went out on Kayaks on town lake with some friends from work. Nice cool water, and we got to hang out under the bridges downtown. A blast, I liked it more than tubing, actually. There are no video games coming out. I'm playing some older ones to relax, but it's as dry as a Texas summer, I tell you what. Jess got me an ice-cream maker. I've used it to make Orange Sherbet already, and there's some vanilla bean ice cream in the fridge ready to get turned tonight. I completed another song! I'll post it up here a bit later, but we're going to take Kelsey out to the Farmer's market and then get some hamburgers in a bit, and then go pick up grandma from the airport.
-N
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Closer, Ever Closer
I think the strangest thing, for me, are those moments when I realize that any moment, it could start. Let’s be honest, most of the time we just sort of pass through our lives, making tiny decisions, but mostly just cruising through ruts worn by decisions we’ve made in the past. Not like that’s bad, really, it’s certainly less stressful. But at any moment, it could be Time. Capital T. At any moment Jess could give me a call or yell from upstairs (she’s napping) that it’s time for us to start the next chapter, and all of a sudden it’s Time. Life pops into stark relief and you are torn between trying to get past something so tough and taxing, and at the same time wanting to remember every moment, because this is one of those big ones.
Except for the pain, though. And that really bugs me, actually. I read somewhere that, according to the W.H.O., once you get an epidural, your birth can no longer be considered ‘normal.’ Why? The pain is not productive, it’s just painful. And even more obnoxious, in a way, is how we are forced to talk about it. It can be 'tough' or there can be 'pressure' or some other platitude. It hurts! It's horrible pain! Let's not kid ourselves!
There’s no reason at all to get all excited about how much hurting you have to go through. The pain is a symptom of progress, it is a sign that things are happening, but we are intelligent animals, we don’t need horrible, repeating pain to let us know that something big is going down. Let’s be honest with ourselves: if there was a switch we could throw to turn off labor pains, childbirth would be *better*. It’s frustrating, is all.
Mom Swanson is here, for an undetermined amount of time. We got her a 1-way ticket and, lucky us, Tyler decided not to show up early. We are 1 week away from the official due date, too. Everything still normal, but we are closer and closer at every moment. It’s very exciting, though there’s every chance he’ll just be two weeks late and I’ll run out of excitement-juice.
In more mundane news, we’ve ordered a freezer, which will be nice, because our current one is bursting at the seams. We went to the farmers market and the library today. The market was cool especially because we got to get some basics, and for not too much more than normal. We got some milk (I’m excited to compare), eggs, and some staple produce for only a touch more than it would cost at the supermarket. That’s exciting, to me, the idea that a farmers market could pass from a simple diversion to something really utilitarian and useful.
I also bought myself a book. The bread baker’s apprentice. You should look it up on amazon. It’s for serious bread people. The instructions are very, very explicit and there’s whole chapters dedicated to just explaining the process. I plan to make a loaf or two this weekend, it could be really nice.
King cake party went off without a hitch. I’ll put some pictures up later, Dragon Age 2 came out and I am excited, though if Tyler shows up I may not have any time to play it. We got a second bid for the termites that was 1400 more than our first bid. And my weight is creeping up so I’m trying to cut back on food, again. Which is why I just ate a whole bunch of graham crackers and frosting. Curse you, self-control!
-N
Except for the pain, though. And that really bugs me, actually. I read somewhere that, according to the W.H.O., once you get an epidural, your birth can no longer be considered ‘normal.’ Why? The pain is not productive, it’s just painful. And even more obnoxious, in a way, is how we are forced to talk about it. It can be 'tough' or there can be 'pressure' or some other platitude. It hurts! It's horrible pain! Let's not kid ourselves!
There’s no reason at all to get all excited about how much hurting you have to go through. The pain is a symptom of progress, it is a sign that things are happening, but we are intelligent animals, we don’t need horrible, repeating pain to let us know that something big is going down. Let’s be honest with ourselves: if there was a switch we could throw to turn off labor pains, childbirth would be *better*. It’s frustrating, is all.
Mom Swanson is here, for an undetermined amount of time. We got her a 1-way ticket and, lucky us, Tyler decided not to show up early. We are 1 week away from the official due date, too. Everything still normal, but we are closer and closer at every moment. It’s very exciting, though there’s every chance he’ll just be two weeks late and I’ll run out of excitement-juice.
In more mundane news, we’ve ordered a freezer, which will be nice, because our current one is bursting at the seams. We went to the farmers market and the library today. The market was cool especially because we got to get some basics, and for not too much more than normal. We got some milk (I’m excited to compare), eggs, and some staple produce for only a touch more than it would cost at the supermarket. That’s exciting, to me, the idea that a farmers market could pass from a simple diversion to something really utilitarian and useful.
I also bought myself a book. The bread baker’s apprentice. You should look it up on amazon. It’s for serious bread people. The instructions are very, very explicit and there’s whole chapters dedicated to just explaining the process. I plan to make a loaf or two this weekend, it could be really nice.
King cake party went off without a hitch. I’ll put some pictures up later, Dragon Age 2 came out and I am excited, though if Tyler shows up I may not have any time to play it. We got a second bid for the termites that was 1400 more than our first bid. And my weight is creeping up so I’m trying to cut back on food, again. Which is why I just ate a whole bunch of graham crackers and frosting. Curse you, self-control!
-N
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Post-Christmas Sub-adventures
So other than massive holiday festivities, this break has had a few other nice highlights. Here’s a sampling of them:
-Jess knows a lot of people with Babies that are around our age. And what with our first on the way, we’re getting a lot of advice and some significant practice. In fact, I’ve gotten a lot of practice with the baby that Mom Swanson babysits most days. We’ll call him Rental Baby. Rental baby is about a year old, and very even tempered. Suspiciously so, in fact. I suspect that he’s being all nice to us so that we get over the initial fear of being parents, and so that by the time we have our own and realize it’s all totally different, it’ll be too late for us to do anything about it. Tricky baby.
Lifestyle changes notwithstanding, I have managed to get several important skills well practiced. The best is my new Baby Bjorn, one of my Christmas presents from Jessie. We put it together and looked over the instructions, but nothing beats practice with the real thing, so we loaded Rental Baby in and went out on the town for a while. After a few times, I was strapping him in and taking him out with well-practiced ease, and he really seemed to like the thing. it had plenty of support, he felt nice and safe, and I had my hands free to wander around Best Buy to make a fancy new laptop purchase for Mom Swanson.
I also got tips from Mom Swanson on changing diapers (she is a master!) and I got to practice feeding Rental Baby, too. A bottle one day, and baby food the next. The bottle went just fine, and I very nearly transitioned him neatly into napping afterwards by rocking and humming afterwards. The spoon feeding was nice, too. He definitely knows how the system works, and we got down the applesauce without effort. The veggie-food he didn’t feel like eating, and he did make the cutest face in the world to show is disapproval. We did manage to sneak some vegetables into him by feeding him fries and alternating them with green beans. He could tell there was a difference, but his body-programming just kept putting stuff into his mouth. He would have done better if he possessed more teeth, but I give him full marks for the effort.
I also got a taste, and just a taste, of what being a parent feels like. It’s just having this completely dependent person with you all the time. Clearly there are other emotions and concerns involved, but you really feel the difference when you realize that you have to add ‘and a baby’ to everything you do. Possible, but definitely different.
- Jess and i spent wednesday meandering around Ft. Lauderdale by car. We stopped off at the swap meet where we wandered around and looked at a whole bunch of stuff we didn’t want, and then we wandered by the farmers market on the way out. I got a 5 feet long piece of sugarcane. Turns out the only culinary thing you can do with them is chew on them, turn them into juice, or use them as skewers for something else. But for three bucks, it’s worth the pictures alone.
We also wandered around some shops near downtown and found a chocolatier, in much the same vein as we had found in Belgum when we went. There were definitely some flashback moments when we bought a bunch of little chocolate treats and then went out on the street to try them out. We got extras of the truffles and Spicy Aztec Chocolates. Yum.
-N
-Jess knows a lot of people with Babies that are around our age. And what with our first on the way, we’re getting a lot of advice and some significant practice. In fact, I’ve gotten a lot of practice with the baby that Mom Swanson babysits most days. We’ll call him Rental Baby. Rental baby is about a year old, and very even tempered. Suspiciously so, in fact. I suspect that he’s being all nice to us so that we get over the initial fear of being parents, and so that by the time we have our own and realize it’s all totally different, it’ll be too late for us to do anything about it. Tricky baby.
Lifestyle changes notwithstanding, I have managed to get several important skills well practiced. The best is my new Baby Bjorn, one of my Christmas presents from Jessie. We put it together and looked over the instructions, but nothing beats practice with the real thing, so we loaded Rental Baby in and went out on the town for a while. After a few times, I was strapping him in and taking him out with well-practiced ease, and he really seemed to like the thing. it had plenty of support, he felt nice and safe, and I had my hands free to wander around Best Buy to make a fancy new laptop purchase for Mom Swanson.
I also got tips from Mom Swanson on changing diapers (she is a master!) and I got to practice feeding Rental Baby, too. A bottle one day, and baby food the next. The bottle went just fine, and I very nearly transitioned him neatly into napping afterwards by rocking and humming afterwards. The spoon feeding was nice, too. He definitely knows how the system works, and we got down the applesauce without effort. The veggie-food he didn’t feel like eating, and he did make the cutest face in the world to show is disapproval. We did manage to sneak some vegetables into him by feeding him fries and alternating them with green beans. He could tell there was a difference, but his body-programming just kept putting stuff into his mouth. He would have done better if he possessed more teeth, but I give him full marks for the effort.
I also got a taste, and just a taste, of what being a parent feels like. It’s just having this completely dependent person with you all the time. Clearly there are other emotions and concerns involved, but you really feel the difference when you realize that you have to add ‘and a baby’ to everything you do. Possible, but definitely different.
- Jess and i spent wednesday meandering around Ft. Lauderdale by car. We stopped off at the swap meet where we wandered around and looked at a whole bunch of stuff we didn’t want, and then we wandered by the farmers market on the way out. I got a 5 feet long piece of sugarcane. Turns out the only culinary thing you can do with them is chew on them, turn them into juice, or use them as skewers for something else. But for three bucks, it’s worth the pictures alone.
We also wandered around some shops near downtown and found a chocolatier, in much the same vein as we had found in Belgum when we went. There were definitely some flashback moments when we bought a bunch of little chocolate treats and then went out on the street to try them out. We got extras of the truffles and Spicy Aztec Chocolates. Yum.
-N
Monday, July 12, 2010
Random Shenanigans
While not speaking in front of any major national conventions, I’ve been up to some things of my own.
The “wow new toy” sheen has worn off the phones, and they’ve settled in as mighty, mighty useful pieces of equipment. I still haven’t explored all of the functionality, and it’s neat really just to browse around the phone and learn all the neat stuff it can do. I find myself using it for navigation, looking up silly things online at random, the occasional video and the so-useful-I’m-not-sure-how-I-lived-without-it functionality of a speaker phone. Jess really likes hers, too. It’s not cheap, but it promises to be, with luck, worth the cost.
I made some more bread this weekend. My whole wheat loaf is much improved over previous iterations, though I have to be careful to really let it rise like crazy, because unlike regular bread loves which rise pretty significantly after you put them in the oven, the wheat loves pretty much just bake into whatever shape they were when they went in there. And you can loose some volume off putting the thermometer in there, too. I also found, finally, a good way to make cheesy bread so that you don’t get loaves with big, cheezy holes in the middle. Essentially they’re just great big cinnamon rolls, except with cheese instead of cinnamon. Jess really liked those ones.
Judo, have I not talked about it much before? Well I’m still doing it and it’s a blast. It combines many of my favorite aspects of a martial art:
1) It’s competitive. Not aggressively so, but it’s always good to have an art where you can try things out and if you’re doing it wrong, you’ll know, because it *won’t work*. It’s also nice because the looser doesn’t get knocked out, just thrown down. I can take that kind of defeat.
2) It’s really good exercise. Mostly for those core muscles in the middle. Because it’s just fall down, get up, fall down, get up, for an hour and a half. Just standing up is enough to break a serious sweat.
3) I get to practice falling. Let’s be honest, here, I’m not likely to ever get into a fight. But I’m sure to fall over one day, and being able to do so safely is a very useful skill.
4) No contracts. I’ve learned my lesson on that one.
We’re in the summer doldrums, of a sort, for video games, in that there is little of note that is coming out until the really big stuff hits for the holiday season. Lucky for me, this means I get to go back and play some stuff I missed from last year. As well as catch up on reading and making music. And baking bread.
We found a farmers market! And, lucky us, it’s actually going to be moving *closer* to us next week. It’s peach season round here, so we got 8 or so of them for munching later. They’re ripening as we speak. I drool with hunger! We also got some veggies and made up some salad for dinner. Little (tasty) tomatoes and some sort of Zuccini variant that is crisp and delightful. I’m looking forward to learning my way around that place better.
Jessie has been skating like a maniac. She took, I think, one day off last week. The rest of the time she was on wheels either for hockey or for derby. Her recreational league had a (closed door) game this weekend and she has actually been a team leader for a few weeks. Well it turns out all that work on proper lineups and the excellent leadership that comes with a positive attitude rubbed off on the team because they *DOMINATED* the opposing team. From the sound of it, her team gelled quite well, everyone skated to their utmost potential, and Jess scored MASSIVE points when she got to be the jammer a couple of times. Next time you see her, make sure you let her know that you are in awe of her skills, because she doesn't quite seem to grasp how great she is on wheels.
-N
The “wow new toy” sheen has worn off the phones, and they’ve settled in as mighty, mighty useful pieces of equipment. I still haven’t explored all of the functionality, and it’s neat really just to browse around the phone and learn all the neat stuff it can do. I find myself using it for navigation, looking up silly things online at random, the occasional video and the so-useful-I’m-not-sure-how-I-lived-without-it functionality of a speaker phone. Jess really likes hers, too. It’s not cheap, but it promises to be, with luck, worth the cost.
I made some more bread this weekend. My whole wheat loaf is much improved over previous iterations, though I have to be careful to really let it rise like crazy, because unlike regular bread loves which rise pretty significantly after you put them in the oven, the wheat loves pretty much just bake into whatever shape they were when they went in there. And you can loose some volume off putting the thermometer in there, too. I also found, finally, a good way to make cheesy bread so that you don’t get loaves with big, cheezy holes in the middle. Essentially they’re just great big cinnamon rolls, except with cheese instead of cinnamon. Jess really liked those ones.
Judo, have I not talked about it much before? Well I’m still doing it and it’s a blast. It combines many of my favorite aspects of a martial art:
1) It’s competitive. Not aggressively so, but it’s always good to have an art where you can try things out and if you’re doing it wrong, you’ll know, because it *won’t work*. It’s also nice because the looser doesn’t get knocked out, just thrown down. I can take that kind of defeat.
2) It’s really good exercise. Mostly for those core muscles in the middle. Because it’s just fall down, get up, fall down, get up, for an hour and a half. Just standing up is enough to break a serious sweat.
3) I get to practice falling. Let’s be honest, here, I’m not likely to ever get into a fight. But I’m sure to fall over one day, and being able to do so safely is a very useful skill.
4) No contracts. I’ve learned my lesson on that one.
We’re in the summer doldrums, of a sort, for video games, in that there is little of note that is coming out until the really big stuff hits for the holiday season. Lucky for me, this means I get to go back and play some stuff I missed from last year. As well as catch up on reading and making music. And baking bread.
We found a farmers market! And, lucky us, it’s actually going to be moving *closer* to us next week. It’s peach season round here, so we got 8 or so of them for munching later. They’re ripening as we speak. I drool with hunger! We also got some veggies and made up some salad for dinner. Little (tasty) tomatoes and some sort of Zuccini variant that is crisp and delightful. I’m looking forward to learning my way around that place better.
Jessie has been skating like a maniac. She took, I think, one day off last week. The rest of the time she was on wheels either for hockey or for derby. Her recreational league had a (closed door) game this weekend and she has actually been a team leader for a few weeks. Well it turns out all that work on proper lineups and the excellent leadership that comes with a positive attitude rubbed off on the team because they *DOMINATED* the opposing team. From the sound of it, her team gelled quite well, everyone skated to their utmost potential, and Jess scored MASSIVE points when she got to be the jammer a couple of times. Next time you see her, make sure you let her know that you are in awe of her skills, because she doesn't quite seem to grasp how great she is on wheels.
-N
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