Sunday, October 11, 2009

Shoots, scores.

You scored your team's only goal yesterday. This is a pretty extreme angle you hit. Way to go Joe!

Sunday, September 27, 2009


Yesterday was a lot of fun. I love the father/son bonding we have around the Capitals. I was so bummed that you didn't get a chance to meet Ovechkin. I promised you it will happen one day and it will. I know that you are conscious of the fact that Mom and I met Derek Jeter and that Henry hung out with Cal Ripken and Jack had lunch with David Ortiz. You had a great time in that rink just shooting the Wiffle Balls into the net.

You're interesting. You don't like to do anything unless you are confident you can do it well. That kept you off the bike, out of the pool and away from organized soccer for so long. I've asked a number of times if you want to play hockey but you are so hesitant. And then yesterday after you had all of that time shooting, you said to me, "Hey, I'm pretty good." It reminded me of what you said after your first soccer game ever two weeks ago, when you walked off the field your reaction was, "I didn't mess up."

You're the kind of person who is good at whatever they choose to do, especially if it is physical. I envy that. But it may take a while for you to realize this superpower of yours. It is probably a nice thing that you are not overconfident.

Of course I would have liked yesterday even more if you agreed to go our for dinner afterward. You really never want to go out to eat. You don't have a favorite restaurant. You don't have a favorite food.

This morning I came downstairs and you were having a bag of Oreos for breakfast. I came up from the basement a few minutes ago and you were having a bag of Chips Ahoy for lunch. If I didn't do anything I am positive it would be ice cream for dinner. You pretty much eat ice cream for dinner anyway. You'll eat a tiny bit of what Mom or I serve and then it is straight to the freezer.

I ask you if I can get you something "real" or "normal" to eat and you're already full. You don't have an ounce of body fat and I know you'll grow up healthy and fine, but I wonder if you're not missing something by not having a better diet. Would you be bigger, stronger? I am sure the hockey players we saw yesterday have had their fair share of ice cream for dinner.

Thursday, September 10, 2009

I'm So Sorry

Last night Mom told me that when you came off the bus yesterday you told her that you gotten sad at school. There was a discussion in your class about things that you care about and your buddy Aaron Knishkowy said he cares about Hope for Henry. And then you said you care about Hope for Henry too.

Mom also said that you explained that a girl in your class, one who likes to get up in your grill (she probably likes you) said to you that she didn't care about Hope for Henry and that it was stupid. That was not a nice thing to say and I'm sorry you had to hear it.

You told her that not too long after that during a quiet moment you started to get tears in your eyes and felt - right then and there - like Henry had just died.

Wednesday, September 9, 2009


Yikes, it is almost 10 pm and you're still up. But I will say you did a pretty good job of faking that you were asleep. Hopefully the game will end soon.

Love you!

p.s. I am pulling for your Yanks too 'cause Bill said he'd get tickets for you, me, him and Brian if the Bombers go to the World Series.

Sweet Yankee Dreams

Mom was at Jack's JDS back-to-school night tonight so I got a rare opportunity to put you to bed. After we read the entry about Mike Green in your hockey book, we turned off the light and you turned on your iTouch in its docking station. I said, "Hey, why don't you listen to the Yankees game while you fall asleep."

I showed you how to listen to the game on WCBS radio in New York through your MLB app. You were so excited and I was psyched I could do the hook up. I am going up to check on you now to see if you've fallen asleep. I am a little afraid that you'll still be awake. Hope I didn't just make bedtime harder, but one of the greatest things about being a kid is listening to baseball in bed at night. I'm glad you're getting to experience it.

Monday, July 13, 2009


And I love that you learned to write.

Joe in his First Grade class at JPDS