Thursday, September 21, 2006

Another Hole

These girls have no limits as to how they try and get money from the tooth fairy. Sunday night Mattey's other front bottom tooth was pretty loose. We had been working with her to wiggle it, but she would only let me do it a little at a time. I guess on Sunday night she decided it was time to get that thing out. She wiggled it for a while and then said she was going to let her sister help her. This was the part I couldn't believe. They went out into the hallway and Mattey let Megan tie a piece of yarn on her tooth and then...Megan pulled down and said, "I cracked it!" Mattey came back into our room, looked in the mirror, turned around towards us and popped it out. It was one of the funniest things I have seen. She was so happy about it. I'm telling you, if you have a loose tooth don't get anywhere near these girls.

Mattey loses another tooth

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

I Can't Drive 55

Happy Birthday Dad! It's hard when your birthday lands on a day when you have to work but I hope you can find some time to celebrate and enjoy your special day.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Megan is GR8, Let's Celebrate!

How is this even possible?  I can't believe that Megan turns 8 years old today.  Kelly just took cupcakes over to her school for her class to help celebrate and I am getting ready to go and pickup a flower and deliver it to her at school.  I hope she feels special on her birthday.  I sometimes wish we could have that youthful excitement back when it comes to these days.  Birthdays just aren't quite the same when you get older.  We will be celebrating with family later tonight with some cake and ice cream.

Happy Birthday Meg!

Monday, September 11, 2006

Five Years Later

I feel like taking a few minutes to pay my respect to all those innocent people who lost their lives 5 years ago today. 9/11 changed so many things in our country, and in our world. This is one of those days where I actually remember exactly what I was doing when these events happened. I was at work when the first plane crashed into the World Trade Center tower. The word started spreading through out the office as people tried to get access to news site on the Internet. The overwhelming amount of traffic on the Internet that day brought the news servers to their knees. Groups of solemn people gathered around radios or any other type of media we could get access to as the rest of the terrifying and horrific events took place. I remember walking outside and just looking up into the sky and wondering how anything like that could happen.



I'm thankful for the freedoms that we enjoy in this great country and for those who fight to protect it everyday. Today I reflect on the great loss of that day but also remember those who were so heroic and the feeling of pride that was brought out in all Americans.

Thursday, September 7, 2006

Megan's Soccer Schedule

It's time for a new season of soccer to begin this weekend. Megan has moved up from the Instructional League to the Recreational League, whatever that really means. All, except for one, of her games will now be played at the Knollwood soccer field (Green 2) on Adams Road just east of Grape Road. Here is the whole schedule:



9/9 - 9:30 AM

9/16 - 8:15 AM @ 4-H Green 2

9/23 - 10:45 AM

9/30 - 12:00 PM

10/7 - 9:30 AM

10/14 - 9:30 AM

10/21 - 10:45 AM

10/28 - 8:15 AM

Wednesday, September 6, 2006

I CAN Do Better - Part II

Remember that truly inspiring video I posted a while back about the father who pushed and pulled his disabled son through the triathlon? I found out that they have their own site and I also found this summary of how this all got started. What a wonderful story!

Eighty-five times he’s pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he’s not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars–all in the same day.

Dick’s also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makes taking your son bowling look a little lame, right?



And what has Rick done for his father? Not much–except save his life.



This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs.



“He’ll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'’ Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. “Put him in an institution.'’



But the Hoyts weren’t buying it. They noticed the way Rick’s eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. “No way,'’ Dick says he was told. “There’s nothing going on in his brain.'’



“Tell him a joke,'’ Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain.



Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? “Go Bruins!'’ And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, “Dad, I want to do that.'’



Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described “porker'’ who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. “Then it was me who was handicapped,'’ Dick says. “I was sore for two weeks.'’



That day changed Rick’s life. “Dad,'’ he typed, “when we were running, it felt like I wasn’t disabled anymore!'’



And that sentence changed Dick’s life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon.



“No way,'’ Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren’t quite a single runner, and they weren’t quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year.



Then somebody said, “Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?'’How’s a guy who never learned to swim and hadn’t ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried.



Now they’ve done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don’t you think?



Hey, Dick, why not see how you’d do on your own? “No way,'’ he says. Dick does it purely for “the awesome feeling'’ he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together.



This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992–only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don’t keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time.“



No question about it,'’ Rick types. “My dad is the Father of the Century.'’



And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. “If you hadn’t been in such great shape,'’ one doctor told him, “you probably would’ve died 15 years ago.'’



So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other’s life.



Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every weekend, including this Father’s Day.



That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy.“



The thing I’d most like,'’ Rick types, “is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.'’


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Monday, September 4, 2006

Crikey!

Sad news reported from Australia:

Steve Irwin, the hugely popular Australian television personality and environmentalist known as the "Crocodile Hunter," was killed Monday by a stingray during a diving expedition. He was 44.


ESPN.com - MORESPORTS - 'Crocodile Hunter' Irwin killed by stingray while diving