Thursday, June 11, 2015

soccer season spring 2015

Khage's first soccer season has finally come to a close and honestly I am so sad to say goodbye. I'm gonna miss the way he crashed after a practice or a game, I'm gonna miss the quality time that we got to spend with Harlyn on a blanket in the grass while Khage was involved with his team but most of all I am going to miss watching Khage's confidence and skills grow with every week.

In most ways I am no soccer Mom. I don't care about winning because I am not at all competitive, but watching Khage get excited as he improved as a player had me wanting to ride up to that game with war paint on my face and hostility on my sleeves. I really wanted him to score goals and I sat secretly on the sidelines keeping score just so I could see his face when I told him later that his team had won. And if they lost... well I  conveniently forgot to mention it.

Maybe in some ways I'm just a soccer mom in denial.

But either way our boy did amazing at his first team sport. We had a slow start but eventually he got the hang of it and even scored a goal....

while it was in the other team's net all that mattered to us was that he took that ball down that field and walloped it into any ol' net.

And he was often times seen hugging his teammates so much that his coach was forced a few times to literally pick him up and move him to his proper position away from his friends to ensure his attention. And lets not forget the joy I felt when I could here him laughing clear across the field as he sat on the sidelines messing around with his team while he waited for his turn.


At the end of it all, I will count this season as a win in my book...

especially since they finished with a .710 winning percentage... fyi.

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

this ones a thinker

I would never dare say I was a smart child. I was definitely no idiot but smart is an adjective I am not convinced many used while pointing in my direction. Unless of course, they were referring to the kid directly behind me... then maybe that happened a time or two. I never played with a rubrics cube, started a conversation with "according to my calculations", and pizza party day was way more exciting to me then pop quiz day.

But Khage, some way some how inherited those genes... the smarts ones from the kid behind me. How ever did that happen? I'm still trying to figure it out. But Khage is one of those thinker types. At least for now, I can hardly speak for future Khage, but current Khage?... Boy be smart. Future Khage will have some big shoes to fill... except current Khage, in retrospect to future Khage - would be then known as past Khage and those shoes would obviously be smaller and therefor hard to fill purely due to lack of room... Buttttt I think you get my point.

In record time he has learned to identify the complete alphabet in lowercase, a large portion of uppercase (which I have not spent anytime at all teaching him), all of the letter's sounds and has already attempted a few stage one books. But that's not even the greatest part of his genius, my favorite thing about this boy is his ability to hear something once, like the word extinct (as in the dinosaurs) and lock it away for his future use.

While I am his main teacher as of yet, I can hardly take credit for his educational excellence. It comes down to 2 simple things: Khage is a question asker and a memorizer. He is so very curious about everything and it typically takes him hearing something only a few times before it clicks... unless of course were referring to him and his need to wear underware, then that requires constant reminding. Also he loves exploring the world so much he has used the wildlife magazine subscriptions that Nana got him to expand his vocabulary with words such as nocturnal, anemone, prey and instinct. He also stays well informed by exploring historical and current events by delving into Nation Geographic (the grown up version). He has become quite fascinated with the Titanic disaster, being able to describe a play by play of the ships collision with the iceberg up to its crash on the ocean floor.

Can I remind you that he is only 4 years old.

And a total perfectionist, so if he fails to meet his own high standard of expectations he pushes himself even harder. Making Brad's and my job a heck of a lot easier.

... and true story he just asked me yesterday if I would buy him a rubrics cube and we all know that to be a very clear indicator of ones intelligence.

I know this from experience... or lack there of.