Not much, really

It was a busy weekend although not a lot really happened.

Friday afternoon/evening saw the arrival at our humble abode of friend K and her hubby M and baby A we had never met. Many of our friends came over to the homestead to enjoy a cookout and other very typical activities. It was fun catching up with everyone and seeing all of our friends with their new kids. It was kind of funny listening to the discussions about having kids for the first time and all the discovery we went through almost six years ago.

Saturday was the final day of soccer. Our 3-5 year olds were particularly difficult to deal with, I am not sorry to be finished with them. How do you motivate a three year old to get off the ground and out of the goal so they don't get drilled by a ball? Not easily, that's for sure! Our kindergartners had their best game of the season and won by something in the neighborhood of about 20 - 6. It was good to see the success and a great final note to the season. I will say that I learned a lot in coaching them and am eagerly looking forward to coaching again in the fall. My monkey finished with 2 goals, giving a total of 4 in the 5 game season. Not bad, a definite improvement over the 1 goal total in the previous season.

Saturday night saw the demolition of our aging and dilapidated death trap, er, swingset. My main man Mike and I cut the thing down much to the delight of the half dozen kindergarten age kids observing and wildly cheering. We finished the task Sunday by spending most of the day removing the mulch and railroad ties that served to house the swingset. We'll finish up by re-sodding the area this weekend. Not the most exciting thing in the world but a project I'll be glad to have marked off the list! We finished up the weekend by cooking out again with a bunch of the neighbors - more suburban bliss!

Without much to report today, I'll end with a limerick:

A certain old maid in Cohoes
In despair taught her bird to propose;
But the parrot, dejected
At being accepted,
Spoke some lines too profane to disclose.

Song lyric of the day - "Bird, bird, bird is the word" by The Trashmen