Six With Sticks

by Six Kennedy kids and their parents

Monthly Archives: September 2012


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Cheese lady


The cheese lady at Wegmans today took advantage of a poor sick man outside of his element.  Innocent enough, I asked for some parmigian cheese samples for the kids in the cart.  The cheese lady then went on to tell me a story about how the Italians give their babies cheese rinds to chew on when they are teething.  According to the tale, the cheese soothes their stomachs, and the cheese releases tryptophan, the magic element in turkey that renders many a man helpless to the couch after Thanksgiving dinner.  The cheese lady proceeded to place a carton of cheese rinds into my hand for $2.16.  How could I resist?  I couldn’t.
When we got home, Jack was fussy.  Aha, let’s try the cheese rinds!  In his swing, we have him a cheese rind to chew on.  Let the cheese work its magic!

Twenty minutes later, he had hives around his mouth and stunk like a butt.  So much for the Italians and their stinky cheese.  Thanks cheese lady!


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We are … WILD!

Fun night tonight. Played for the Baltimore Wild. Steve English was out there tonight as were the regulars like John Heiland, John Jackson and Kris Lindh. We were getting spanked by some team, Buffalo Wild Wings. I got on attack in the fourth quarter. We were down by 4 with about 5 minutes left. I took one strong from the left and scored a left-handed shot on the run. Then we got the ball back and I drove right and fed somebody coming down the middle for another goal. Next possession, I ran a give and go with Fletch and I scored another. Down by a goal with a minute left. We got the ball and a few chances, but I didn’t see the ball again, and we ended up losing by one, 8-7, but it was an exciting finish. And I ended with 2-2.

I did take another left hand behind the back tonight and missed. Silly. I should have just stuck it and we get a tie. But had to showboat. Next week maybe it will find the back of the net…


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Toilet humor

Our little toilet cle answer has been busy.  That’s right.  The little devil is up to no good.  Luke has been into the toilet bowl again.

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How could such an innocent little face cause so much trouble?  I’ll tell you.

Yesterday, he tried to clean the toilet with the toilet bowl brush.  Water everywhere.  Later in the day, he got in there with his bare hands.  Somehow the toilet cake was completely gone. 

Today, the older kids must have left the door open.  Yep.  He fell in.  And got water everywhere.  Even in the living room.  Still haven’t figured that out.  It might have remained a mystery, and the little bandit might have gotten off Scott free.  But, he slipped on all the water on the floor, and was caught wet handed.


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For the love of the game

I played last night with the Baltimore Wild.  Before the game, I was exhausted, had left work, went straight to field hockey practice, and then home from practice by 7:45, with a lacrosse game at 8:00.  Hadn’t eaten and had a headache.  I didn’t really feel like going, but strapped it on and left the house.

The Baltimore Wild is an offshoot of the Baltimore Lacrosse Club and is a Masters team (35+) started by John Heiland.  He’s done a good job of assembling some pretty chill guys, not many head cases.  Not the most talented of rosters, but an enjoyable sideline.  I’m really liking being a part of this team.  Most especially, I enjoy playing with Kris Lindh, one of my best friends from childhood that I lost touch with over the years.  Just a great person, and really fun to be playing with him.

So, last night.  We won, 7-3!  And I did well.  2 goals and 4 assists.  Kris assisted one of my goals and I assisted one of his.  And the guys appreciated having me on the team.

We’re not competing for anything but the love of the game.  Told Kris I’ll be back next week.  And I’m looking forward to it.


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Wicked Sticks of the West Side

Yesterday, in field hockey, the Wicked Sticks of Catonsville (my awesome field hockey team) took on the Mighty McDonogh Eagles.

The team I played was a really good team.  We lost, 1-2.  I don’t get why their team did a cheer right in front of us after they won.  I mean, really?!

I played good.  I almost got a goal.  We did good teamwork.  Mommy did a good job at coaching us, telling us to spread out and what to do.  Dad did okay too, but he yelled at the ref.  The ref was an old man that was very confused.

After the game, the other team took our team’s snacks.  After the game, we went to Jason’s Deli.  We went with my grandparents.  We got to have ice cream.  It was so yummy.  I fell asleep in the car on the way home, because it was 11PM!


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He shoots … he scores!

There was no tearing his shirt off and playing up to the crowd.  But we were all cheering for Noah when he scored his first goal of the season.

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  They won their game 2-0, and were all smiles on the sidelines.  Noah and his best friend, Jack, scored the goals.

The pair also must have knocked down every kid on the opposing team.  Noah really knows how to use his arms and his hips.


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Six Month Jack Attack

Our littlest stick wielder has reached the 6 month mark. Jack is such a happy baby. So talkative and delightful. I love when he locks eyes with me and then curls a great big smile.

He loves to sing “Da Da Da Da” and scream “Ma ma ma ma”. Truth be told, it’s sometimes the other way around too. The little man is active, rolling all over the place, and pushing himself around.
I’m a bit belated in writing this post, but Happy half-birthday Jack!!


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Call The Ambulance

That’s what you should be saying if your son is playing against Noah, errr Mog, in soccer. This morning, Noah was slide-tackling and bumping all over the field. So were two other bruisers on his team. It was awesome to watch as a parent. After the game, I heard that the other coach was complaining about Noah’s physical play. I only have two words in response to that … Ha ha!