Doucette Olympics

Welcome to all those joining me via Camp Candid Carrie's weekend journey in Wisconsin. I am not a native 'Sconnie; I actually hail from Buckeyeland. However, I have lived near Madison now for almost three years, and I lived near Milwaukee for three years when I first got married. Enjoy the blog!

In honor of the Olympics beginning, I would like to award some medals to my children for the many Olympic tasks they accomplish on a daily basis. To offer some background, I have three little boys, ages 8, 7, and 3 (weeks from 4!) They are typical rough and tumble little boys and have perfected the skill of being "absolute boy!"


On with the award ceremony!


I award a Bronze Medal in the category of Fashion Sense to my youngest son, Evan. When my older boys were little, I carefully picked out their outfits to make sure they matched and looked as cute as I knew they were. My youngest son Evan gets more freedom. On a daily basis, he creates the most interesting outfits. Yesterday, he put on his favorite red Dirt Bike t-shirt with blue jogging pants (yes, it was 85 degrees out!) Then, he put long white socks up over the bottoms of the pants. One sock came to about his knee on the pants. The other came to about his shin. (Not a match!)



Here is a picture of one of my other favorite fashionable Evan moments. He wore this to the park one September day. The top shirt is a jammie shirt! And yes, those are swim shoes.



I award a silver medal in the category of Sibling Fighting to my older two boys, Andrew and Brendan. Fights in my house occur hourly. When you put this much boy energy in one place, competitiveness breeds profusely. One day the boys were playing the Wii together while I was cleaning. I then see them get furious and begin tackling each other every few minutes. Confused, I run upstairs and ask what is happening. They explain that they were playing baseball on the Wii, and sometimes the other person would get their guy "Out." Bewildered I ask them, "Are you kidding me? You are fighting about a pretend out?" They get a Silver Medal for absolute insanity!


I award a gold medal in the category of Lap Conquest / Cuddle Time. When it gets close to bed, my boys become absolute geniuses in the art of squeezing one last moment of cuddling in before bedtime. To do this, however, they need to beat out their brothers. Last evening, Brendan was cuddling with me, but it was time for his to brush his teeth; Brendan hadn't left my lap one second before Andrew snuck in to cuddle. Brendan, frustrated by this, hurries through his teeth brushing and usurps Andrew's spot with a conspiratorial grin telling Andrew to go brush his teeth. They love the conquest of my lap! (Frankly, I love it, too! I am fearful of the day that my lap is no longer their favorite spot in the house!)


I hope you enjoyed my Olympic moments. I am not sure the real Olympics can compare, but I think I am a little biased.



Tomorrow, I will post another blog in honor of Camp Candid Carrie. This one will be about books. If you love to read, please come visit me tomorrow. In the meantime, if you haven't already visited Camp Candid Carrie and are in the mood for a festive field trip, just click on the picture below...