Coach Flip Naumburg's Journal

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Two small days until 8 BIG DAYS (OR TWELVE, but who is counting?) AT 8000 FEET

Final preparations for the Vail Lacrosse Shootout are going on. I have talked to many people on the phone. I have written both nice and nasty emails in recent days. I now have to fold things up, place them on a hanger of trust, and then get on with my moment to moment business of tournament running. It actually runs me. Anyway and hopefully everything will look neatly pressed on Saturday morning when the games begin.

Trust and then delegate, that is my 2006 tournament director mantra. By that I mean as "staff director" I have to trust BEFORE I empower. I will try not to delegate simply out of desperation. Two wrongs still never make a right.

MY FIRST GOLDEN SHOWER

The Naumburgs got the lap pool cranked up again. It’s been a while. Better Homes and Gardens will no doubt NOT be coming over to do a photo shoot for the magazine, but for my little family it’s great, and it almost seems like we have a real pool, albeit indoors. In the summer heat wet is wet, and inside is fine, especially since the wind goes about 90 m.p.h. up here, so I can only imagine what maintaining it outside might be like.

This in house swimming thing is a real winner with Jordan and George. Jordan (6) is actually becoming a swimmer while George, well George just became 3 years old, but he is having a hard time leaving the terrible twos in his wake. That two-year-old devilish guy is always lurking not far beneath the gushing smile that is often floating on his surface.

George likes to dive into my arms while I am in the water, and we were doing a lot of that and other ‘trust’ moves today. George is getting comfortable with being wet but does not yet swim. The three Naumburg ‘boys’ were naked and frolicking today while the women folk were out at the mall. I’m sure it was quite a sight to see, especially me.

Anyway, at one point George was sitting on the ledge of the pool. He beckoned for me to come and get him, so I swam over, rose up out of the water as I neared poolside and I opened my arms to grab him. Guess what he did then? He peed all over my face; that’s what he did. This sent both of them into hysterics, and I must admit it wasn’t that bad, and I laughed, too. This George is a young man who is not technically house broken (I mean potty trained), yet he took me out like a sniper. Then he continued to show his personal mastery of ‘water’ pressure, squirting here and then there, all to his older brother’s complete and utter delight.

HOME ALONE

My first suggestion is to not leave me alone with the children more than is absolutely necessary. I have also allowed this general I-want-to-be-free-to-pee wherever I want mentality to develop with my two sons. They pee each other on. They pee on the lawn. They pee over the cliff. They pee on the driveway. It might be out of control, I don’t know. This is not how I expected potty training, the sequel, to look. I stand and helplessly watch with a smile on my face and no corrective discipline in my heart. HELP!

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