Engineers are cool.

So the last two weekends have been super great.  This one is not over yet, technically, but I've decided that to update you before the inevitable meltdown, I might have to rush things a bit.


So!  Last weekend Abbie had her violin recital.  Except for the part when she flashed the whole room fixing her sock and forgetting she wasn't wearing shorts under her dress, she was super great and very cute.  She pretty much never watched her music, and didn't smile much, but it was more than all the other kids combined. 


After the recital, there was a short reception.  I somehow ended up pouring juice for the whole room.  Then we hot footed it over to Buffalo Wild Wings just in time to watch the derby horses load up.  We always pick horses, of course.  None of us won, but it was still great fun.  Even better was the next morning when the kids were making up race horse names:


1. Cow
2. Ordinary
3.  I Cleaned My Stall
4.  DNF  (I dedicate this one to Danny.)
5.  Mow The Lawn
6.  Ice Cram For Dinner
7.  I've Been To Wyoming (?!?!?!?!)
8.  I'm On Steroids


Kids are funny.  Smart kids are super funny.


They did this on the way to the air show in Chesterfield.  Two worst parts of the day:  1.  Very serious sunburn.  2.  Lost an hour searching for the car (while experiencing said sunburn).  Two best parts of the day:  1.  Blue Angels!!!! 2.  The Science Technology Engineering Math, or STEM, expo. 


So.
Much.
Fun.


Flight simulators, electromagnets, soap making, robots....there was science everywhere.  They LOVED it, and I had a great time watching them love it.  (And I might have loved it a little bit, myself.)


This weekend, I was in Rolla for an event, and then the kids joined me on Friday night.  We spent today playing music and also building them a tree house at my parents' house.  It's SUPER high, but not very large.  Anyway, Grant was a great helper (baby engineer).  And my dad loved that.  Grant, you might not be surprised to discover, is fully capable of concentrating on something he wants to do.  His foot wasn't even tapping.  Tell him to practice piano, though, and he cannot keep himself still.


Does this sound like a disorder to you?  'Cause I don't think so.


So I am back to my (nearly) original thought process:  Grant has no self discipline.  He has no self control.  But it is not a chemical problem.  This is just something that he is going to have to learn to deal with. And we are going to have to deal with it too, obviously.


With Abbie, we are also still working on personal responsibility.  We are going through either a period or relapse....or maybe it was only an illusion that she was trying for a while.  Every room she leaves has something of hers after she goes.  It's almost funny.


Almost.


Anyway, we are enjoying the weekend.  Hope you are, too.