For my kids, today is the best day of the year, save for Christmas. It’s Halloween, and while we had fun last weekend at the kids’ soccer club – that’s Kevin being wrapped during the Mummy Contest – tonight is where it’s at.
Our neighborhood still celebrates Halloween, much more so than surrounding communities. In fact, we get Trick or Treaters bussed in. I guess they figure the nice homes give out better candy. Unfortunately for them, the kids I don’t know get the dregs of our candy bowl. Yeah, Almond Joy, I’m looking at you!
As of this posting, Kyle and Erik don’t know what their costumes will be. We dropped the hammer as far as new costumes are concerned; partly because they’re expensive, and partly because they have a lot of old costumes they can resurrect.
Worse comes to worse; they can put on their soccer uniforms and hit the streets. In the meantime, Julia and Kevin will be Margo and Kevin the Minion from Despicable Me:
The entire brood is below:
This is my youngest son Kevin. Kevin has always been a very active child; so much so we worried about him this year as he started Catholic school kindergarten. We weren’t sure how he’d handle the structure, especially since he had a habit of wandering during preschool.
Don’t get me wrong; Kevin is a brilliant child. He has been reading on his own for a while now, and can do things with my smart phone I only wish I could do. (He also has a habit of uninstalling programs, a talent of which I am not a fan.) So when we got our first “Can we have a meeting?” note from his teacher, we feared the worst.
I assumed he was either going to be tossed out of school, or – much worse – they were going to tell us they think he has an issue, such as autism or Asperger’s. The past three days have been a nightmare for the missus and I, because we feared the worst. The meeting happened today while I was in court. As luck would have it, I arrived home before the wife did, so when she came in, I braced myself…
Last night my two oldest boys attended the Philadelphia Union game. The Union were playing Toronto FC, and Kyle and Erik’s soccer teams were going as a group with Academy Sabres soccer. Many of the parents took photos during the game, but the one above is my favorite. Kyle intently watching the game, with the caption, “Keeper concentration.”
The Union won in the fifth minute of extra time, and inched closer to a playoff berth…
Early Sunday morning, my youngest son Kevin suffered a febrile seizure; his third since 2011. The seizures are usually triggered by a high fever, and mostly affect children under six years old. Thankfully, the missus heard him coughing around 2am and brought him to our bedroom, so we were right there when the seizure came at around 3am.
It was a scary one, lasting about five or ten minutes from beginning to end. It was also complicated by the fact that he vomited as he was coming out of it.
The missus stayed up all night with him, and I got about 2-3 hours sleep total, so Sunday was zombie day at the Earp Ranch. Kevin got progressively better as the day wore on, and should – hopefully – be back to normal by tomorrow.
Please keep him in your prayers.
Today my middle son will be making his First Holy Communion. It’s a giant step forward for him and his faith. Erik and his class has worked very hard throughout the school year, and today they will get their reward.
I’m proud of him.
Suffice to say, there will be a party for him afterward, and it will be chock full of his favorite snacks; kettle corn and M&M’s.
Today is my youngest son’s 5th birthday. Kevin was the greatest Valentine’s Day present a person could ever receive.
Kevin is our most, um, rambunctious child. The boy is a white tornado, our own personal Tasmanian Devil. Some days I wonder if we should outfit him with a Hannibal Lecter mask; other days, I find him sitting quietly reading a book. Kevin is very smart – sometimes too smart – a fact illustrated by his reign as the family Angry Birds/Angry Piggies champion. He’ll be the one working for NASA in twenty years. Trust me.
Happy birthday, Kevin! We love you!
Today is my second son’s 9th birthday. Erik, seen here at one of his indoor soccer games, is an enigma. He is very introverted, but has many, many friends. He complains about homework, but scored in the 98th percentile in math during his Terranova tests last year. He’s small, but has has no problem competing against older, bigger soccer players.
In short, Erik is a lot like me – if I had brains and athletic ability.
Happy birthday, Erik! We love you very much.
Oh, not for me; for my son Erik, who made his First Penance last night.
Erik (seen here with his godfather, Bill) was a little worried at first, what with all of the memorization that goes into the practice of the sacrament, but he made it through with flying colors. (Although Bill noticed that his penance seemed awfully quick, as Erik knelt down and was back up in moments.)
It’s good to see him not only participate in the sacraments, but also enjoying them. Hopefully, he’ll look forward to his First Holy Communion, which he makes in April.
Today is my oldest son’s 12th birthday. Here he is spending time in his happy place: the soccer field.
Like most kids, Kyle has his share of irritating moments, and he’s already showing some of that teenager attitude. That being said, his priorities are in order: he earns good grades in school, and is never a discipline problem there.
Kyle’s outlet is sports, and while he is ultra-competitive, he is always loyal to his team. He’s turning into a fine young man.
Happy birthday, Kyle! We love you.
NOTE: I’m not ignoring the Newtown, CT school shooting. I am posting this because of it.
Last week, Kevin and Julia’s preschool class has their best trip of the year: ice skating at the Flyers Skate Zone. It’s the best trip of the year because it means I can also break out my skates and hit the ice.
Kevin skated with the class last year, and took to it rather quickly. He used the support rails, but was moving around like a pro.
This year, he abandoned the rails and took off on his own. He fell. And fell again, but every time he did he started laughing. Good sign. since he took some hard spills. After a while, though, he lost his energy and decided to sit down. The player benches weren’t “cool” enough for him, though, so he decided to sit in the penalty box. Figures.
It was a wise choice, because he found a hockey puck on the floor their. Souvenir win!