Abbie's First Soccer Game

Zero goals, which makes sense inasmuch as Abbie made 0 attempt to run to the scrub of 4-year olds.

Bad negotiations by a four-year old, doesn't understand the concept of pre-existing parental duty

Soccer practice is scheduled for 5:30PM tonight.

I called to see if practice is cancelled.

Me: Looks like it's not going to rain*, so there's soccer practice tonight, right?

Wife: Well maybe, Abbie is being difficult and I've been trying to convince her all day to go.  She says doesn't want to go to soccer practice.

Me: Alright, put her on the phone.

(long pause, with Lora saying in the background, "talk in the phone, don't be rude")

Abbie: Daddy?

Me: Are you going to soccer today?

Abbie: No...

Me: How about I meet you there (at the soccer field) after work?

Abbie: (begrudgingly) Okkkay....

Don't get me wrong, I'd much rather watch the NBA playoffs at home tonight instead of hanging around a soccer field on a cloudy and windy 40 degree evening. 


*It was in fact raining during practice.

Nathan Tells a Knock-Knock joke

Too bad he doesn't do it in a Borat voice

Bottling time after 24 days of Fermentation

Today is beer bottling day.  I enlisted Abbie's help.  She was happy to oblige when she learned part of her duties included dispensing a teaspoon of sugar into each ~16 oz Groulsh bottles.  Well, that and she got to use a funnel.