The Olympics are here! The Olympics are here!

Picture me running around like an idiot a la Steve Martin in The Jerk when the new phone book arrives.

The Olympics are here! Oh how I love the Olympics. On Friday night we watched the opening ceremonies. We had a delightful time and it was one of the best family nights we've ever had.

The rule at our house is "No food or drink upstairs" (unless you are my husband who apparently does not have to adhere to silly rules that HE made and so leaves two to ten half-full diet root beer cans sitting on various surfaces in the playroom). Friday, though, we ate take out from Pei Wei upstairs in front of the TV. After dinner we had root beer floats, popcorn, and chips and dip. We ate. We drank. We made fun of the dancing cows. We also made fun of the "Alps" dresses and the various funny hats people were wearing. We danced to the awesome 80s pop tunes they played. Then we sat in awe of the people in raincoats who formed a moving ski jumper. That was cool. I can't really tell you anything else that happened because the fatigue I told you about in my last post was actually a migraine coming on. So I went to bed.

But we've been watching the Olympics every minute we can since then. The overriding question at my house has been this: Just HOW do you get your kid into some of these sports? Hey! Munchkin! I have an idea. Why don't you put some sticks on your feet and slide down the roof. When you get to the end, jump. I'll measure how far you go. Trust me. It'll be fun. No? Ok, then lay down on this sled and I'll push you down this hill. Don't worry, you can steer with your feet. No, there won't be any cars coming...I don't think.