Little Sportz ~ Micah Style

Since we were not able to find a Mother’s Day Out Program once we moved here (let’s all bow our heads for a moment of silence for me, please), I decided to see if there were any little classes Micah could take this school year through the Phoenix Rec Department.  After going through their catalog, I decided on Little Sportz (not sure why they couldn’t have just spelled it correctly ~ I guess the “z” lends a bit of street cred).  It is a class for 3-5 year olds that teaches the basics of sports such as soccer, basketball, floor hockey, etc.

We are about half way through the session, and so far I am not impressed.  He doesn’t love it either.  There is a lot of sitting around while some rather young teenagers talk to them about how to play these sports, and then they wait forever in line to take their turn at trying it.  Last week it was taught by someone else, and it was much better.  However, I think she is not the normal teacher, so I will just have to lower my expectations.

If nothing else, Micah is learning to sit and listen, follow instructions, and gets to run around a little bit with other kids.  Tonight they learned about Lacrosse.  Lacrosse!!!  That does not strike me as a great game for 3-5 year olds.  You could see the kids were a little confused.  Basically they practiced running (about 2 feet) while holding the stick properly and then shooting the ball into the goal.

I think the most fun part of the class for us parents to watch is the stretching at the beginning.  There is not a lot cuter than a bunch of 3-5 year olds sitting on the ground stretching like adults.

Tonight on our way home I asked Micah what he thought about Lacrosse.  He said, “Mommy! (in an exasperated voice) that stick and that game is not called a cross, because a cross is what Jesus died on!!”

After I explained the difference in the words, he seemed to calm down.  And then he told me he never wanted to go back to that class.  Then I told him we finish what we start.  And then we had a Popsicle, which is what I bribed him with to get him to go back and finish the class.

At least he’s paying attention in Sunday School.

Micah other favorite Little Sport ~ wrestling his (mostly) willing sister.

When You Need A Little Encouragement, He’ll Be There

There are times that Micah says things intended to hurt me.  Some of his favorites are, “I’m not going to be your friend anymore!”  ”I don’t like you anymore!”  or my personal favorite, “You can’t come to my birthday party!”  I’ve got news for you kid: without me there is no birthday party.  Oh, and your birthday is not for three more months, so let’s cross that bridge when we come to it.

However, there are times that the most encouraging and unexpected things cross his lips.  For instance a few weeks ago I walked into the living room just wearing my running shorts, and a sports bra.  This is not a look I frequently sport, but I was on my way to the dryer to find a shirt to wear to the gym.  When Micah saw me, his face lit up and he said, “Oh, mommy!  That looks really good!  You look really good like that!  I really like this right here! (pointing to my stomach)”  I have news for you.  That area is not attractive.  It was not my best feature four years ago, and having two kids and not losing all the baby weight has not increased its attractiveness level.  But to Micah it was beautiful.

Then just this morning when I picked him up to give him a hug he said, “Oh, Mommy, you smell really, really good! Do you know why you smell so good?  It is because you put good smelling stuff on you!”

He can be quite the charmer.

Oh, and later today he told me that he didn’t like me at all anymore, so don’t worry, all these compliments won’t go to my head or anything.