As I have mentioned before, Lilly is obsessed with hockey. On Sunday we took her to another Northland game. Nick had to run to work for a second and then was coming back to bring us to the game. I made the mistake of mentioning to Lilly that when Dad comes home, we're going to a hockey game. This is what happened next:
Lilly: Hockey?!?
Mom: Yup, when Daddy gets home.
Lilly: DOOOOS!!! [shoes] (She then proceeds to run to the back door to pick out shoes.)
Mom: We need to wait for Daddy to get home.
Lilly: DOOOOS!!! Mimmens!!!! Ha!!! [shoes, mittens, hat]
We were both standing in the kitchen, ready to go by the time Nick got back home. She again was enthralled with the game, this time interacting a bit more. She cheered "go!" and when they took a time out she asked for more. There is a warmer observation area that she noticed towards the end of the game. We went up to check it out and watch the last few minutes of the game. I'm a firm believer in standing in the stands and getting cold when watching hockey, but the warmer room offered a really neat view of the game. The opposing team scored a goal and we had a bird's eye view of the net. When the puck went in, Lilly's response was, "oooh."
While we enjoy watching hockey, we are not thrilled with the idea of our daughter playing hockey. Tonight the boy's basketball team was playing at home. The freshmen boys played at 5:30, a perfect time for us. We gave Lilly a bit of dinner and took her to the game, hoping this sport would capture her attention as much as hockey.
It looked promising. She watched the game with incredible focus. We moved to the bleachers and she sat, swinging her legs (because she can't sit completely still) and she continued to track the game. She clapped a few times when everyone else clapped and it wasn't until the last five minutes when she started to move around on the bleachers a little bit, always keeping one eye on the game.
It happened. We found another sport to grab her attention. At the half, we lied to her and told her that the game was over and she wasn't very happy to be leaving. We had it. Or did we? This is what happened on the drive home:
Lilly: Hah-key!!
Dad: We can play when we get home.
Lilly: Hah-key!! Hah-key!!
Yup. She chanted hockey the entire drive home. *sigh* Oh well.
Now to the second part of the blog post . . . . The Fire Department
Friday night I was making an appetizer to bring to a social gathering one of my colleagues was hosting for the younger staff who have kids. We were actually excited to go; Friday nights we are often reluctant to socialize being incredibly tired from the week.
The pesto croissants dripped some olive oil into the back of the oven and burst into flames. Nick put the leaping flames out with the fire extinguisher and had me call 911. With Lilly playing her saxophone whistle in the background, smoke slowly filling up the kitchen, Nick throwing windows up in the kitchen to get the smoke out, I explained the situation.
The dispatcher sent the fire department to our house, along with two ambulances. The ambulances blocked off our block and the firemen came into our house. They checked things out and decided they were going to bring in a big fan to blow the smoke out the windows quickly. This meant bringing the COLD air into our house, so Lilly and I went to wait for them to finish in the warm ambulance. This was not Lilly's idea of a good time. She did eventually calm down but she did not want to be there.
It didn't take very long for them to clear the smoke out of the house. The ambulance crew received a call while we were in the back and they nearly drove off with us! Lilly and I walked back into the house and the head fireman was wrapping things up with Nick. The poor girl was overwhelmed with everything that happened and tired from the week, so just kept saying, "all dooo!" As in, dude, get out of my house, you are all done here!!
After we put Lilly to bed Friday night, Nick and I spent the rest of the night cleaning up the kitchen. Wiping down and washing everything in efforts to get the soot off of everything. By 11:00 we were all done and ready for bed, the kitchen looking cleaner than ever. Saturday morning we came downstairs and Lilly stopped dead in her tracks and said, "woah" to the completely clean kitchen. The smokey smell was completely gone.
The fireman warned us to have the stove checked out before using it, so the rest of the weekend we spent figuring out what kind of meals we could have without using the oven. We heard back from the repair guy this morning and it sounds like we can just clean it out well and try using it, warming it up slowly. That was on tap for tonight but we picked TV and the couch over cleaning the oven.
Lilly: Hockey?!?
Mom: Yup, when Daddy gets home.
Lilly: DOOOOS!!! [shoes] (She then proceeds to run to the back door to pick out shoes.)
Mom: We need to wait for Daddy to get home.
Lilly: DOOOOS!!! Mimmens!!!! Ha!!! [shoes, mittens, hat]
We were both standing in the kitchen, ready to go by the time Nick got back home. She again was enthralled with the game, this time interacting a bit more. She cheered "go!" and when they took a time out she asked for more. There is a warmer observation area that she noticed towards the end of the game. We went up to check it out and watch the last few minutes of the game. I'm a firm believer in standing in the stands and getting cold when watching hockey, but the warmer room offered a really neat view of the game. The opposing team scored a goal and we had a bird's eye view of the net. When the puck went in, Lilly's response was, "oooh."
While we enjoy watching hockey, we are not thrilled with the idea of our daughter playing hockey. Tonight the boy's basketball team was playing at home. The freshmen boys played at 5:30, a perfect time for us. We gave Lilly a bit of dinner and took her to the game, hoping this sport would capture her attention as much as hockey.
It looked promising. She watched the game with incredible focus. We moved to the bleachers and she sat, swinging her legs (because she can't sit completely still) and she continued to track the game. She clapped a few times when everyone else clapped and it wasn't until the last five minutes when she started to move around on the bleachers a little bit, always keeping one eye on the game.
It happened. We found another sport to grab her attention. At the half, we lied to her and told her that the game was over and she wasn't very happy to be leaving. We had it. Or did we? This is what happened on the drive home:
Lilly: Hah-key!!
Dad: We can play when we get home.
Lilly: Hah-key!! Hah-key!!
Yup. She chanted hockey the entire drive home. *sigh* Oh well.
Now to the second part of the blog post . . . . The Fire Department
Friday night I was making an appetizer to bring to a social gathering one of my colleagues was hosting for the younger staff who have kids. We were actually excited to go; Friday nights we are often reluctant to socialize being incredibly tired from the week.
The pesto croissants dripped some olive oil into the back of the oven and burst into flames. Nick put the leaping flames out with the fire extinguisher and had me call 911. With Lilly playing her saxophone whistle in the background, smoke slowly filling up the kitchen, Nick throwing windows up in the kitchen to get the smoke out, I explained the situation.
The dispatcher sent the fire department to our house, along with two ambulances. The ambulances blocked off our block and the firemen came into our house. They checked things out and decided they were going to bring in a big fan to blow the smoke out the windows quickly. This meant bringing the COLD air into our house, so Lilly and I went to wait for them to finish in the warm ambulance. This was not Lilly's idea of a good time. She did eventually calm down but she did not want to be there.
It didn't take very long for them to clear the smoke out of the house. The ambulance crew received a call while we were in the back and they nearly drove off with us! Lilly and I walked back into the house and the head fireman was wrapping things up with Nick. The poor girl was overwhelmed with everything that happened and tired from the week, so just kept saying, "all dooo!" As in, dude, get out of my house, you are all done here!!
After we put Lilly to bed Friday night, Nick and I spent the rest of the night cleaning up the kitchen. Wiping down and washing everything in efforts to get the soot off of everything. By 11:00 we were all done and ready for bed, the kitchen looking cleaner than ever. Saturday morning we came downstairs and Lilly stopped dead in her tracks and said, "woah" to the completely clean kitchen. The smokey smell was completely gone.
The fireman warned us to have the stove checked out before using it, so the rest of the weekend we spent figuring out what kind of meals we could have without using the oven. We heard back from the repair guy this morning and it sounds like we can just clean it out well and try using it, warming it up slowly. That was on tap for tonight but we picked TV and the couch over cleaning the oven.
Sounds like you've had an exciting week. Maybe in the spring Lilly would find soccer interesting...
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