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Bracketology

Wanna see how I’m doing so far?

A few comments.

First of all, where was Georgetown yesterday? That was hideous!! They couldn’t do anything right. To quote my dad, they’re “snake bit.” I couldn’t have said it better myself. A part of me is happy to see any MAC school succeed in the tournament, but the rest of me that’s concerned with my bracket told that part to shut it.

Northern Iowa nearly gave me a heart attack too. That game couldn’t have been any closer! At one point I tweeted “Go Northern Iowa!” and more than one person responded with “That is rather random!” I assured them that I’ll be rooting against N. Iowa on Saturday. My allegiance is only to a team insofar as I have them going in the tournament.

I called it with Washington and Old Dominion, though. At least I did on this bracket, not so much on my other one. But we won’t go there.

This weekend oru house will be full of Andy’s college friends and their families, and I can’t wait. A tradition that started out with two guys on a couch now includes wives and kids and trips to the park in between games. The sippy cups outnumber the beer bottles. (Yeah, probably not.)

It’s the most wonderful time of the year!

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Patience is a Virtue

what-evs, Mom

One of the things that has been good about Joshua going to school this year is the special time I get to spend alone with Sophie. Since she was my second-born, I obviously didn’t get too much alone time with her when she was a baby. And she and I are loving our time together.

Last Friday I needed to go to Kroger, but wanted to give Sophie a fun outing before I imprisoned her in a shopping cart (although truthfully, if I can get one of those race car carts, she’s pretty happy!) so we went to Tim Horton’s for a donut. Since our last pre-Kroger T-Ho’s run had ended in me getting a verbal spanking from the super-conscious folks who make Clorox wipes, I decided to go into Tim Horton’s to dine this time.

I sat Sophie at a table near the counter and ordered our donuts. Then, I turned to give her a reassuring smile while I waited for our order to be brought to the counter.

“Have my donut?” said Sophie.

“It’s coming sweetie, we have to wait our turn.”

Sophie likes waiting about as much as she likes getting her hair brushed, so she responded with a loud, disgruntled FUSS.

“No fussing,” I admonished her. “Say, ‘I’ll have patience.'”

My blonde little angelic-looking daughter narrowed her eyes, opened her mouth and screamed in a voice that was straight from Hades:

“I’LL HAVE PATIENNNNNCCCCCCE!”

Her scream was SO loud, and SO – well, scary – that the guy in line in front of me jumped about a foot in the air. When he turned to see the source of the fury, he cracked up laughing.

And so did I. Instead of scolding Sophie, I just dissolved into laughter. Hey, I told her to say “I’ll have patience” and she said the heck out of it. In a really distinct “Sophie” way.

Just then our donuts came up, and we dug in to some chocolate, sugary, donutty goodness. And Sophie didn’t even fuss when she asked for another one and I said “no”. So it wasn’t a total fail in the parenting column, right?

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