Turkey hunting last week was fun, but we didn't get a bird. We also didn't get to enjoy the tranquility of a spring morning. Mostly because nothing about Riley is tranquil. She did pretty well, but it was asking a lot of her at times to be still. I got to see the show of a lifetime. I had three mature gobblers in full strut for over two hours. And at one point there were five birds strutting at once. And Riley was in a position where she couldn't see them. So that is a major downside to trying to get three people set up without spooking birds. She had fun though and asked to go again. Maybe next year she'll have a little less wiggle in her.
The week without Sherman has been mostly successful. Everyone has been where they were supposed to be, on time, all week.
Yesterday I forgot to let one of the dogs out in the morning before work. Of course I didn't know that until I got home at lunch. It is nothing shy of miraculous that nothing was damaged, or peed on, in our house.
Every year my kids have begged to play soccer. I have always said no. This year we are a few weeks into their first soccer seasons, and Davis already wants to quit, and Riley has already said she doesn't want to do it again. Glad I volunteered to coach...
A small parenting confession: I yell. I don't mean to. I start off asking, then I ask with a strained tone, then I yell. It doesn't make me fell good, but it works. I just don't understand why they can't listen during the first two phases. Wouldn't that be easier on everyone?