Opening Ceremonies

Opening Ceremony

I'm tired and I blogged this morning. However, before I forget, friday marked the start of the Olympics. The Opening Ceremony's were well commercialized on the evil, bad tv and, therefore, the kids were beyond excited and impatient for them to start. I had a day off. Regardless, I was exhausted. It's like; wooooohoooo day off! Permission to be exhausted. After some laundry, chores, bath including leg shave and dinner preparation I was done for. The kids were counting down the minutes to Opening Ceremony Time.

Daughter finally seemed to get irritated at my lack of interest, she's obviously never seen Opening Ceremonies before. She decided to get the food ready for the Olympics. She kept running in and informing me of the snacks she'd set out. It sounded very interesting, but got annoying all the same. I'm awed to say she kept up the steady run into my room, to the kitchen, out to the living room and over again for over half an hour. Finally the Olympics started and I ventured out to share in the glory with the kids.

They were all parked, excited as can be, in front of the tv. The coffee table was filled with snacks by daughter. Cereal in bowls (no milk), a block of cheese with a knife (her knife, part of a toddler set), crackers, fruit and fruit snacks. Each boy was digging in one snack or the other so she did good. Pleased all their various tastes. While I groaned inward at the mess she made, I beamed outward at her excellent hostessing abilities.

The kids watched the whole, long, boring, Opening Ceremony. Only daughter waned in enthusiasm. Middle child excitedly repeated each blurb of mundane information from the commentators, causing all of us to be future trivial pursuit sports champs. Squareboy wants to be a skater with a fire hat. Sigh.

Saturday the fun continued with Women's Ice Hockey. The Canadians beat the Italians 16-0. Middle child, being of Italian heritage, was extremely insulted that "his" team didn't score a point. He stated the score frequently with great indignation. Sadly I am more proud that he watched a women's sport with such enthusiasm than that he is proud of his heritage. Somewhere I am doing something right.