Michele Minehart

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Month: July 2012 (page 1 of 5)

5 Olympic Thoughts

It’s swimming prelims and I’m sucked in. Since my only prowess lies in thinking, allow me to gold medal you for this evening. 

1. Nail choice. Way to go swim ladies on bringing together the team for mani-pedis. I especially enjoyed the individuality displayed – some with alternating red and blue, some with red on one hand, blue on the other. 
2. IOC: let’s talk about font choice. It’s an awful combination of robot and Comic Sans. All parts of that equation lead to failure. I think it might even be in italics. Do we still use italics? Do we
3. The TD Ameritrade commercial about the gymnast who would climb to the ceiling in Walmart got me thinking: is rope pulling or knot tying still an Olympic sport? Because if I’m to nurture his interests and talents, that seems to be his current passion.  
4. The teenager who is still at amateur level because she wants to swim with her high school team: JJ asked, “so does the girl who gets second just consider themselves the winner because an Olympian beat her?” Fair question. 
5. The Olympics are like potato chips. You sit down for one race and all of a sudden your entire evening disappeared. I wanted to see one high school girl swim 2 laps and here I am 3 races later but Lochte is on and how can I leave? Broadcasters, you are genius. 
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Our first family vacation

Admission to the Indianapolis Children’s Museum: $Free, thanks to the generosity of an old friend. 

Lunch at the Museum: $1, thanks to a tip from aforementioned generous friend, recommending to pack a lunch and pay only a slight fee for a locker. MUCH healthier, too.

Hotel reservation: $Free, thanks to a gift card purchased with credit card points. 
Dinner: $25 at Johnny Rockets (we thought we were to get a Kids Eat Free deal, but they “don’t participate” at that location. Boo hiss, we were on a roll.)
Breakfast: $Free, thanks to the hotel. 
Starbucks coffee: 2 @ $1.85. It had to be done, the hotel coffee was awful. You get what you pay for in that realm. 
Hearing H-Boy exclaim “Wooooooowwwwww” in sheer awe of the dinosaurs as we approached the museum: worth every penny. 
Waiting our turns to race a car down the slide. 

Pretend racing in the Hot Wheels exhibit. 

Who says genius doesn’t come early? She built this *almost* by herself. Sorta. 

H-boy was totally into the building. Miss M – also, kinda

Baby C wasn’t going to ride the carasel caraceul caraseul merry-go-round, but she kept pointing to a horse on display. As soon as she sat in the “saddle” she was bouncing with joy! 

Miss M, also thrilled with the ride. 

In the car no more than 5 minutes from leaving the museum. H-boy was out about 10 minutes later.  
*Not pictured: excitement over trains, touching dino bones, M-girl jumping from coral, and 18 trips to the bathroom. 
Let it be known: we slept horrible, the kids are tired and the eggs at the hotel (my only real option for breakfast) sucked. Not to mention H-Boy peed his pants in the car because he drank so much water at dinner. But this was in the fine print of parenting, right? The things we “treasure in our hearts” and remember fondly? We block out the pee. 
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