Said no kid ever

Alice decided she wants to play t-ball this year, so Greg and I talked Rex into giving baseball another try.  And Greg has turned into a little boy all over again.  Baseball was Greg's favorite sport growing up so as soon as I signed the kids up for t-ball/baseball Greg went crazy--new mitts, bucket of balls, bats, batting helmets--everything. 

Greg also gets home from work before Rex gets home from school most days so as soon as Rex walks in the door, Greg is there like a little puppy telling Rex to get his mitt and come out and play. 

 Rex, "But I'm hungry.  I want a snack. And I'm tired."

Greg: "Hurry up.  Let's go out and play!  Come on Rex, get your homework done so we can go play"

Repeated at least 10 times until Rex finally goes out and plays with Greg.

Then this week, Greg bought himself a mountain bike for his birthday, which just so happens to match the bike Rex got for his Christmas, so now when Rex gets home from school, Greg is there telling him to get his helmet so they can go ride the trial behind our house.  Even on Friday when Rex had 15 minutes before he had to leave for piano, there was Greg saying, I bet we can get around the trail 3 times!  Come on Rex.  And they did--3 times and we were right on time for piano.

Saturday, they attempted the big, official trail behind our house.  Rex made it about 100 yards before face planting into a tree.  Greg said it was pretty bloody (Rex bit his tongue) and Rex said he was crying so hard he couldn't breath.  And they got funny looks from all the hard core guys on their $8000 bikes for taking a 6-year-old on a real mountain bike course.  But Rex got back on his bike and did a few miles before he got worn out.

I was telling my mom that I felt a little bad for Rex that Greg is always making him play with him.  And my mom said, "My dad makes me play with him too much, said no kid ever."  So I guess, guess, I should be grateful that Greg is such a good dad.

 Alice, however, was beginning to feel a little left out and asked if she could have some Mommy/Alice time.  So Friday night we went on a little date. She started the night by getting all dressed up.  She wore a little church dress with her favorite cardigan and even let me give her Anna braids.  Then we started the night with a real pedicure.  She got to soak her feet and get a little foot massage.  She loved it.  She even turned the chair on and thought that was pretty funny.  She also got her nails painted but not a full-out manicure by Miss Jackie--Alice remembers her name she was that good.  Then we hit up Target for some diapers and wipes, which is how most of Greg and my dates go, so totally appropriate for date night with Alice.  We ended the evening with ice cream and playing at Chick-Fil-A.  I only got one cone, thinking we'd share it, but Alice ate the whole thing.  Guess that'll make up for me eating all our Leap-Day, service cookies.  A few people at the nail salon and Chick-Fil-A commented on her braids and how cute she was, to which Alice responded, "Everyone just thinks I'm so good."  The whole time in the car to the nail salon and then to Target and then to Chick-Fil-A, Alice talked about what a great night she was having and how it was the best night of her life.  I kind of didn't want to go home--it's not often that I hear stuff like that.  Mostly my kids just whine.  Maybe this date with Mom thing I'll do again, if for no other reason than to get the whining to stop.