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Blue Crab Boy

1 Oct

Blue crab was the catch of the day, and the 10-year-old fisherboy was happy. What a relief. I thought he might be disappointed since he’s been catching whopper Reds the past few weeks, but the guy was OK with the 17 beauties he brought home. Might have had something to do with the new crab trap he took on the trip (even though he hooked most with his fishing pole) or the fact that a friend who shared the waters this afternoon donated all of his crabs to our family cooler.

It could have been the overall winning spirit that ended the day. Today was the Suwannee River Take a Kid Fishing Tournament, you see, and along with a bucket full of Blues, Joey scored a trophy, some McDonalds gift dollars (this alone is enough to perk the boy right up), an oyster knife, some artificial bait, bug spray, even a red Coleman cooler.

Mostly, it was probably just the fishing that did the trick — not the trap, the crabs, the goodies and the gear. He really only wants some water, a pole, and a day with Dad, all of which he got today. It’s what makes him truly happy. And yea, the big scores don’t hurt either.

Recipe for Boy Bash

20 Aug

 

Last night, we had a boy bash — an end-of-summer, back-to-school sorta celebration. It was a blast, and if you want to whip one up, we suggest this recipe (adapt as you wish):

  • 1 backyard
  • 1 basketball court
  • bunches of basketballs
  • 1 tree swing
  • 1 pull-up bar
  • 1 roaring fire
  • 1 dad to supervise fire (and simultaneously referee basketball games)
  • lots of roasting sticks (store-bought or plucked from the yard)
  • 1 box graham crackers (pre-divided into manageable parts, if time permits)
  • 2 packages 6-pack Hershey’s chocolate (pre-divided, if time permits)
  • 1 package marshmallows
  • 1 watermelon, cut into small triangle pieces
  • 1 cooler, filled with drinks and ice (and quick access to a bathroom)
  • 1 electronic device to play boy-chosen playlist
  • a few headlamps and flashlights
  • 1 container wet wipes
  • 1 trash can
  • 10 boys
  • a few parents sprinkled here and there

Supply all ingredients and allow boys to mix as appropriate.

Let simmer for 2.5 hours, allow to get dark, and only interfere if comes to a boil.

Intended end result: high level of activity, loads of laughter, sweaty shirts and heads, and begging and pleading to the tune of, “But I don’t waaaaaant to go home!”

Boy and His Summer Slumber

25 Jul

We’re loving late nights and really late mornings this summer. Just ask Joey, who is dozing more than anyone in our family. It’s like he’s a teenager, waking only when I  open his window blinds and coax him into opening his oh-s0-tired eyes. But he’s not even on the edge of the teens, in fact, he has his 10-year-old check-up tomorrow, where we’ll learn that he’s more the size of 12 than 10 at his nearly 5 feet 3 inches and 108 pounds and that he’s not stopped growing since he was born. Not even one stalled moment. He was 10 pounds, 9 ounces at birth; 22 pounds at 6 months; 40 pounds at 3 years; and 80 pounds at 8. (Brother Danny is currently 62 pounds at 8 years old.)

The boy does everything big — he grows big, complains big, fishes big, and now, he sleeps big. Normal, I think. But we’ll be confirm with his doc in the morning. Just be be sure.

UPDATE: OK, so he’s more the size of 13 than 12, and the sleeping is just fine, as long as he doesn’t have trouble rising early if necessary (like on school days), which he doesn’t.

Lake Boys

1 Jul

Kicked off July with a little canoe fishing at Lake Wauburg, University of Florida.

No fish caught.

Just a lizard.

And some air.

Joey attempted his very first back flip, with the help of a guy we met on the dock.

Pull-Up Boy

8 Jun

Newest addition to our backyard. The pull-up bar, not Danny.

Summer Plans for Bored Boys

2 Jun

Three more days of school, then 10+ weeks of summer break. My boys are counting the minutes. I’m not.

Don’t get me wrong, I love that we are going to be schedule-free. No morning rush, cranky car rides, math worksheets, book reports, dress codes, and dreaded fundraisers. Ah, free to do as we please.

Umm, one problem with that: the real possibility, probably just a week or two into the vacation my 8- and 10-year-old so desire, of boredom — the kind from which the following words will flow: “Mom, what can I do noooooow?” What Joey and Danny will hope I’ll offer in response: “Hey, why don’t you belly up to the computer, TV, iPod Touch, DSi, Wii, and any other mind-numbing device you can find.” But that line will not be in my script this summer. Sure, they’ll have time to plug in and tune out, but mostly, I’ll be heading them in a non-electronic direction from the start, to help prevent the nothing-to-do blues and to nip them in the bud when they do strike. This is how I want June, July, and August to go (ideas listed in no specific order):

I’m thinking a family book club, complete with Nana and two cousins. Joey and Danny can read books to Jordan and Tori, then we can all have a set amount of silent time with our library-picked books. Maybe some discussion. Maybe once or twice a week. Boys won’t like the idea; girls will love it. Hopefully, in time, we’ll all be on board.

We start journals every summer, we just never stick with them for very long. We’ll do better this time. To keep things clever, I’m going to ask the kiddos to write letters, directions, instructions — how do you prep a fishing pole for the big catch, for example. This is the dad’s idea, not mine. He’s pretty smart.

Some sort of exercise will be part of our every day. We can run, bike, swim, skate, doesn’t matter. We’re just gonna move. The guys will play on basketball teams for part of July and August, too.

We will bask in the glory of nature, caring for our backyard garden so it doesn’t fry in the Florida sun, and we’ll road trip it to all sorts of outdoor spots in our area, plus I know there will be plenty of weekend fishing and boating.

My pretty plantation shutters get very dusty, and I’m thinking I should not be the only one who cleans them. Bring on the chores.

Summer will allow us more time for walking dogs at the Humane Society. That makes us happy, especially Danny, who keeps tight tabs on the dogs that come and go from this no-kill shelter.

Playtime is key. And have you ever tried a Stomp Rocket? Make it a challenge by trying to catch the foam rocket as it lands.

We’re sticking with piano for the summer (and beyond), because the guys are really, really good at it, and we, the parents, like to live vicariously through them, as we know pretty much nothing about those black and white keys (they are called keys, aren’t they?).

Of course, we’ll lounge — in the grass, on the couch, in the movie theater — because summer wouldn’t be summer without some well-deserved slacking. More on movies: (1) our Family Film Festival is the works — we’ll stay up late and watch kid-friendly flicks — and (2) check with your local theaters for free summer movies. Where we live, two freebies are shown two days a week.

We will connect with friends every chance we get. We’ll have them over to hang with us, we’ll plan outtings, we’ll soak up social time while we can — before school resumes and our days get jam-packed again.

As for summer camps, there’s only one on the books, a three-day kids’ self defense event, which happens to cost nothing and is just perfect for our budget. Saving money — another good plan for Summer 2011!

In my perfect world, all of the above would happen seamlessly and with beautiful focus and control. I know better, and I’m sorta sure that most of what I dream for the next few months will occur in pieces and parts, or maybe not at all. I’ll just do my best to deliver, I’ll ask Joey and Danny to do the same, and I’ll be back in August to let you know how it all goes down. Stay tuned.

Sketching Boy

10 May

Danny, almost 8

Berry Boys

10 May

Today, we picked blueberries.

Tomorrow, and for many days thereafter, we will eat blueberries.

Boy Favorite: Fishing

4 Apr

Catch and Release

There’s not a whole lot this boy loves. Well, he does have a fondness for candy, his iPod Touch, lounging on his bed watching TV, and most anything that costs us money and counts as a toy or a treat. But out of all the life-enriching activities endorsed by us, the parents, there’s really only one biggie that makes the cut — fishing. (Well, there is gardening, too, but it comes in a distant second.)

Joey is good at lots of things, like school, piano, drama, football, and basketball, but none of these register as favorites in any way, shape, or form. Sure, he likes to tackle me in the aisles of Walmart just for fun, toss the ball around with his dad in random fields, and crush his little brother in backyard hoops. Put him on a team, though, or anything formal and organized, and while he’ll play along, he won’t be all that interested. A boat, now, or a dock — transport him to one or the other, and a happy boy, you will see. It’s beautiful, really, how our boy, who first started challenging us the day he was born, can become so still, peaceful, and patient. He has no problem rising in the wee and dark hours of the morning, trekking all over the state of Florida, working tirelessly for a good catch and release or a cast net full of shrimp, and while he does have a bit of an issue with cleaning the boat, he does it, because he knows it’s part of the deal.

I don’t know how it happened — how he came to pick fish over footballs — but ask him to head out to the water, and he’s there, content for the long haul, and plotting out the next big trip. Will his love affair continue? I’m not sure. But for now, we’re embracing this hobby that makes our boy happier than anything else in this big world. (Oh, and for good measure, we’re also forcing him to stick with piano, because, have you ever known an adult who gave up on lessons as a kid who doesn’t now regret the decision? Well, we haven’t, and if you have, please don’t tell Joey or Danny.)

Basketball With Boys

7 Mar

I mean nothing remotely sexist by saying I’d be doing hair and nails if I was a momma of girls. Of course, there are female kids out there shooting hoops, tossing footballs, digging in the dirt, and catching bugs. I’m just saying that had I been given kids with two X chromosomes, I would have created an environment of girly-ness. There would have been Barbies, dollhouses, hair bows, and plenty of pedicure time. XY is what I got, though, and honestly, I’m really happy about that, because there are girl issues I am thrilled I get to avoid. Plus, I kinda like basketball. Well, as long as my hair stays pretty, and my toenail polish doesn’t chip.