We don’t have a tv, but we love things like World Series’, Super Bowls’ (which the kids call the brain damage sport) and of course the Olympics.
So I signed up for some streaming service in order to watch the 2018 games in Pyeongchang. Little did I know, or more realistically, I was completely fooling myself that the screen exposure would come at great cost.
This morning before school I heard no less then four comments made between Luke and Lily about Jack in the Box, Shaq, Big Macs and Oreos. The Oreos commercial was even played out after school eating real Oreos while both kids mimicked the commercial with incredible accuracy.
I watched too much tv as a child, there is no doubt. So much so that I memorized the tv listings between 3:30p when I got home and 7pm when I guess it was time to start getting ready for bed. I spent pretty much every afternoon glued to the “idiot box“. Did it rot my brain?, no, but other than a vast amount of useless trivia and a small amount of relatively useless pop culture memories, it certainly did not add anything good for my life except keep me company. The time spent mindlessly watching could have been put the much better use.
So I decided to “pause” the Olympics. I expected some push back from the kids, but instead a wonderful thing happened! The Olympics didn’t stop! The kids just kept on going with their own.
- 1. One man bobsled on the front lawn (which is totally flat) using our plastic snow sleds.
- 2. Curling in the hallway with brooms and marbles
- 3. Ice dancing in the living room, singles and doubles and I am so sorry to say that I was unable to capture any movies of this, because it was glorious, especially the part where Luke was picking up Lily and twirling her.
The games did continue another day and I decided to go a little overboard with the documentation, as is my style. Below is some “live” coverage.
The other day we were entering a playground and the sign on the gate stated:
“No animals allowed beyond this point”
Lily asked me what the sign said, I told her, she then replied:
“But Daddy, we are animals?”
Its the logic and truth and simplicity that always reminds me that kids are smarter than all of us.
This morning I was struck by you , little Lily. After you had put your clothes on and showed up for some breakfast, I just couldn’t believe it, you had grown up some how. It was just plain as day.
I teared up, though did a great job of holding back and asked if I could take your picture, you said sure.
You used to mug at the camera, but not today.
I know it happens, and I know it is all good, but I cant stop thinking about it. Lily, you are indeed the apple of my eye, but you are no longer little Lily.
With love and admiration,
There has been a long history of Luke cooking his own concoctions in our kitchen. It started so many years ago when we literally found him all alone in the kitchen, knee deep in flour and eggs. Low and behold a cake he had indeed made! We gratefully donated it to a friends birthday celebration.
Cut to about two weeks ago when Lily decided to start her own baking creations. “Can I make a cake?”
This has turned now into a routine activity.
We even had Luke and Lily cakes for desert the other night. Mom and I were very full and opted for just a bite or two, but Luke dutifully ate quite a slice, god bless him.
Today’s seminar took on a feverish pace, with a constant checking and Re-checking of levels of sweetness and a very specific attention paid what the other baker was doing and adding. Your adding chocolate?, I’m gonna add chocolate!
It all reminds me of this bugs bunny clip so much I can’t help but post it, so you can better understand the intensity of the whole affair.
I sat and watched as the amount of cleanup grew, and grew and grew. I thought fast, because what I was expecting was “I’m done” and a speedy exit. So before that happened I made some new house rules about the baking show.
Counter top needs to be be exactly as how you found it.
Cakes were finished, some looked better than others, life goes on until the next episode of:
The Luke and Lily Cooking Show!
Just in case you were wondering, this is called “rocketship”