Feb 19 2014
When I was a kid, my parents took us to see the Harlem Globetrotters play. I have only the best memories of watching those games. The players are part comedians, part athletes, and part choreography geniuses. It’s a really fun spectacle for all ages and I really was thrilled to finally have my kids be old enough to take them to a game.
Last year, the ex and I took our sons to their first Harlem Globetrotters game at the Staples Center here in Los Angeles. It was mostly disturbingly and shockingly loud for Little Man, who had me cover his ears the whole time but turned out to enjoy the game that way, so besides my tendinitis flaring up from holding my hands over his ears for hours, everyone was happy. Firstborn loved everything about it and laughed his butt off. He was the perfect age for that kind of humor and spectacle.
We went again this weekend, a year later and with an even more cautious Little Man and an even more terribly excited Firstborn. Yes, it was yet another “Mayim and her ex go to a basketball game” just like when we went to the Bruins game a few weeks ago, but this time was different. It was with friends of ours and their sons, and this experience left much more of an impression than the Bruins game did because of the following things. Read the rest of this entry →
Jan 29 2014
I took my ex-husband to a UCLA basketball game last weekend. I mean, we went together. But I got the floor seats and the VIP wristbands. So it felt like me taking him.
Why did I do this?
The ex loves UCLA sports. We were friends at UCLA for a year and a half before we started dating and we dated for five years before we got married. (Newsflash for those of you who don’t know: we were married nine years and got divorced a year and change ago). Anyway, I never knew him to miss a UCLA game the whole time we were students. He slept on the pavement outside Pauley Pavilion to get good seats (I joined him in this ritual once and only once), he had special t-shirts he wore for games, he won a really nice Swiss Army watch and the CD player I still possess in a “supershot” half-time competition once, he knew every player’s name and shoe size, he knew all of the student section chants…he was a HUGE UCLA fan. I wanted to give him the VIP experience of sitting first row on the floor of the new Pauley Pavilion. So that’s why I asked him to come. Yeah, we’re divorced. Yeah, it’s stressful sometimes. But he loves this and I wanted to share that with him. Read the rest of this entry →
Jul 30 2012
British Olympian, Louis Smith.
Four years ago, my older son was almost 3 and that summer, I let him watch TV for the first time. He got to watch two things: a video from our midwife’s office called “The Birth Train,” which helped him prepare for the home birth of his baby brother, and The Olympics. Now that he is almost 7 and my younger son is almost 4, we are happily watching as much of the Olympics as we can. Our sons call the Olympics the “Plink Plinks” because that’s how my older son pronounced it four years ago. We fast-forward commercials because we don’t like our boys watching commercials (and most of them scare my little guy), and we keep the remote close by, since, for example, the 40 foot Voldemort scared my little guy and I think my husband a little bit, too. Read the rest of this entry →