Kids Say the Darndest Things - The Parrot Talk

Watching Vancouver Winter Olympics 2010 been very exciting for three of us. There were moments of happiness, sadness, surprise, shock, excitement. You name it. All that for three of us.

Olympians fall down the hill. Not a pleasant view for all of us. Ouch, ouch something I will have to say. With Matthew around repeating everything we say, definitely there can be a possibility for him to pick up some words you don't want him to know yet. But yet, did happened.

(watching tv)

Matthew - Olimpics, Olimpics. Watching Olimpics.
Mommy (me) - Matthew man is going to jump.
Matthew - Oh man jumping, ready set goooooo.
Mommy (me) - Matthew watch, man is jumping high.
Matthew - High. Juuuumping. (yes he likes to emphasize his words)
(pause, man falling on his butt)
Mommy (me) - Oh Sh_t!!!
Matthew - Ohhh Sh____t, Ohhh Sh_t, Oh Sh____t.
Mommy (me) not responding, not reacting so Matthew stops to repeat. Sporting event changes to commercial.
Matthew - Mommy more sh_t. (looking at me)
Mommy (me) - Matthew wait few more minutes and it will be back. (looking at Matthew and trying hard not to laugh)
Matthew - Ohh baaaack. Olimpics back.

Next time Mommy needs to watch her language.

Vancouver Winter Olympics 2010 Spirit Stories: Shoe-less Skis

The only winter sport I ever did is going down the hill on the sled, yet I always been scared of downhill speeds - God Bless those on the luge or skeleton track. Bottom line I am not much of the Olympian when comes to winter or even any other sports - walking is my only and the only sport. However, since Olympics are so much fun to watch especially because we watch them with Matthew (Olimpics, Olimpics, Set Gooooo - Matthew would say), I will write some of my small memories that popped in my head watching 2010 Vancouver Winter Olympics.

Olympics 2010

My parents once wanted me to be an Olympian - not really. When I was in grade 5 they got me my first skis. Yes full size nice skis. The only problem was I had no shoes to go with it. They promised to get them next year, and the next year it was next year and then next year again was the next year - I think you know what I mean. So I spend next few years looking at them, and sometimes to take them outside for a walk. Meaning, I would take big elastics, wrap them around my normal boots and the skis and trying to go down a small hill. I was just hoping and dreaming that the elastic would not interfere with sliding - very stupid idea. Well, then I would bring them home, clean them, and wax them, and store them. Every year I would repeat the same, hoping my parents would get the hint eventually - but looks like the idea was forgotten. After all they were very nice yellow with red accent paint skis. The time passed, winter passed, Christmases passed, and the skis neither me never saw the ski shoes or the boots.