Category Archives: Mr. Boy

Right or left?

Mr. B. can’t decide whether he prefers to throw right or throw left. Playing catch in the backyard a while ago, he preferred to throw right. At team practice, we notice, when tossing the balls around without wearing gloves, he instinctively throws left. He’s left-handed in writing, eating, etc., so it makes sense. But then he’ll catch himself and start throwing right, instead. So, with the price of baseball gloves for 7-year-olds pretty low, we bought two, a right and a left, so he can choose whichever he prefers. So far it’s the right-hander’s glove, most of the time, and he’s getting better. His team plays the Mets on Wednesday. The Northwest Little League Mets, that is.

PG-13 movies

Mr. Boy, age 7, saw his first PG-13 movie tonight, "Harry Potter & The Goblet of Fire." He said it wasn’t scary because he knew what was going to happen, but he didn’t like all the "boy-girl-kiss-kiss stuff." He really wrinkled his nose at the Christmas dance scenes. In fact, the movie was pretty intense. Lord V. is certainly more creepy-looking than ever. I didn’t miss the House Elf rights movement subplot, which was vanished entirely, and Mr. B. didn’t seem to notice. All of the movies have gotten better since the first one tried to be a movie-about-a-book. The rest have been pretty good movies. And Mr. B., having been through most of the Star Wars movies, is pretty unflappable. Now that we’ve seen all the HP flicks that are available–and are still plowing through "HP & The Half-Blood Prince" for a bedtime story–we have only to await the next movie due out in July, "HP & The Order of the Phoenix," so far unrated. But surely it won’t be an R. They’d lose most of their audience that way.

Private road movie

Just about 50 hours away now from the beginning of our Spring Break, private road movie to far West Texas. In which Mr. Boy, Mom and the geezer will pile into a rental sedan and hit the rodeo for Fort Stockton and beyond. Well, Fort Davis, actually, which is well beyond FS, but no longer on I-10. Rather well off the beaten track. Or so it was the last time I visited, in the late 90s. Even West Texas changes. So who knows what it looks like now? Weather forecast looks good: mild  days and chilly nights. Mr. B. is going to get his first taste of "…the stars at night are big and bright…"

Tiger Cub slide

Mr. Boy finally lost the little gold-colored Tiger Cub slide for his orange Tiger Cub neckerchief. I’d been fretting for months about that slide (also called a woggle) coming off without him noticing it. Wishing I’d bought more than one. Interrupting him at Den meetings to ask where it was when it disappeared from the neckerchief. Sometimes he’d thoughtfully pocketed it. For one thing I was being fussy, which is normal. For another I was trying to avoid a trip to Scout headquarters on the other side of town. HQ is tucked into a lonely little plot of green and brown amidst the concrete and asphalt of half a dozen intersecting highways, or so it seems. Which I will have to negotiate now. He did finally lose it in a fitting place: on a wooded trail in Long Canyon the other night at his Den meeting, which satisfied the outdoors requirement in the Tiger Cub handbook. He enjoyed the trail through the woods, particularly the stepping over on teetering rocks of the creek that looped around the trail so you had to cross it twice, going and coming. This time I will buy half a dozen woggles for the neckerchief, which has an interesting history of commemoration and usefulness, in preparation for the next loss.

Muckdog catching

Still working on barehanded catching of a tennis ball with Mr. Boy to help alleviate fear of catching a baseball, since catching is the biggest problem of his age 6-7 baseball team, the Muckdogs. Funny picture yesterday at practice. Wish I’d gotten a snap of it. One kid hit a pop fly in the infield (they’re all pretty good hitters) and it was coming down right at the shortstop who only had to stick out his glove and watch it fall right in. Instead, the shortstop covered his head with the glove and ran to get out of the way.

Let’s go, Muckdogs

The Muckdogs’ first game was a winner. They beat the Riverdogs 21-6. Three of those runs were Mr. Boy’s. He had four hits for four times at bat, but was stranded on third the last time. Came home happy, especially since two of his first grade classmates were among the dejected Riverdogs.

Muckdog lament

Coach told the boys after practice today to practice more at home by playing catch. Too many can’t catch, he said, so by the end of the spring season he wants everyone to be good at playing catch at thirty feet. Mr. B.’s catching is improving, however. Now the main problem seems to be which arm to throw with. Coach says he throws straightest with his left, but Mr. B. insists he throws better with his right. Sigh.