This past week my kids added the word “Olympics” to their vocabulary. Olympics, and also its variants — Owimpics, Limpics, and the ever popular, “Can we watch something else?”
We let the kids watch some of the opening ceremonies on Friday, and then watched several sports on Saturday. Tom and I love the Olympics, but the kids aren’t as enthusiastic.
Part of the problem is that they don’t understand the level of athleticism. When we told them about Usain Bolt, David did a quick lap around the living room to remind me that he’s also pretty fast. And Mary Virginia is ready to join the women’s gymnastics team; all she needs is that sparkly leotard.
A portrait of my children, once a week, every week, in 2016.
David / Gold medal for the stank face he gave me when he found out we were watching TV during the day, but we would not be watching Paw Patrol. Stank face has since been renamed #PhelpsFace
Mary Virginia / Gold medal in sneaking lip gloss but not destroying the evidence.
Thomas / He’s happiest at the top of the stairs, on the table, climbing a bookshelf. Gold medal in giving Mommy a heart attack.
