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Croak-ie golf

As mentioned previously, Davin is obsessed with anything ball. This week he has been sick with a yucky cold and fever. He spent a couple of afternoons on the couch. What do you think he requested to watch? None other than the Golf channel and the Tennis channel. We watched reruns of great matches for both sports. I asked him if he wanted to watch Mickey Mouse or something on the Disney channel, but he insisted on golf and tennis. Sigh.

For Christmas, Chris's sister-in-law, Angela, generously gave him a croquette set. Davin was almost more interested in Dad's new game-that-involves-a-ball than his own gifts. A few days ago we had a warm afternoon, so we took Davin and Rowan to a soccer field near Chris's building on campus and set-up the croquette game. Davin was so excited to play "croak-ie golf", as he called it. However, I discovered that I have been a grumpy mom lately. If anyone thinks that the Rees household and Mrs. Rees herself floats along on clouds of constant bliss, let me prove you wrong. I was feeling a little overwhelmed with my new responsibilities and seriously doubting my ability to be a successful mother. My feelings of being entirely incompetent in the parent category completely clouded what should have been a carefree, sunny afternoon of playing croak-ie golf with my boys. Despite the break in typical January weather, I continued to have a January attitude. It is moments like these when I most appreciate my Mr. Rees; he kindly reminded me that I needed to get over it, take a deep breath, and appreciate what I have accomplished so far. Hopefully he will be willing to play croquette with me again (with the promise to be a more cheerful player).

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Maile said…
You are an awesome mom, Katie, and you are doing an awesome job with your handsome boys! And Davin looks just like Chris in the first photo of him in this post.
January 17, 2008 at 5:47 PM
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