Happy Easter My Subjects!

Greetings my subjects. The Kingdom is on a road trip in the Adirondacks to spend Easter with members of the Royal Family.

Happy Easter to one and all.

The Sunday Stunner - Oh Yes, I Will Have Alec Baldwin's Baby.

As if I didn't already have enough reasons to lurve Alec Baldwin, he gives me this.





J'dore. Merci Alec, you are the laugh out loud moment in my otherwise headache inducing Sunday.

The Sunday Stunner - Spring Sucks

So it's finally Spring. The snow is gone, the skidding cars are gone, the snow shoveling is gone. Rejoice!!!! Except for one thing, Spring sucks.

See where I live Spring means sports. Nassau County is a constant, relentless drone of sports, sports, sports. Baseball, lacrosse, softball, soccer, flag football, roller hockey, and on, and on, and on. All the little children scurry about in a blissful frenzy trying to find their sport. All except for the Count Jr.

This is the Count Jr.'s first year away from baseball since he was five. He now plays no team sports. After last season, in which his inability to hit, catch, or throw became somewhat of a problem, I put my foot down.

"He hates it and he's terrible at it, so why do we do it?" I asked behind closed doors. We both knew the brace and the back made things difficult, but not this difficult. Plus his inability to master the basics was not lost on him, meaning most games ended in tears.

The Count and I made a deal that if Jr. learned some fundamentals in the off season, we would give it another try. Most every weekend the Count would lovingly entice Jr. to a catch, only to be rebuffed.

Finally it came time to sign up for Spring season.

"I don't think it's a good idea." And with a that single, common sense response, the Count Jr. promptly ended his baseball career. I was relived, the Count (also a coach) was horrified.

So now it's Spring, and all the little boys walk past our house on their way to practice a few blocks away in their cleats, with their smiling Dads carrying their equipment bags. Count Jr. is oblivious, but the Count seems weighed down by the realization that our little boy, in so many ways, just isn't like the other boys. He won't march in the parade, won't go to the picnics, and he chooses not to be a part of that smiling group of boys in their caps. The Count won't have the joy and validation that comes when a fellow Dad is praising our child for his great hit, or his great catch.

For my part, I want to poo-poo the Count and tell him it all means nothing, that the Count Jr. made the mature decision, mindful of his own limitations. Yet my heart breaks for him. He's a great Dad. He doesn't ask for much, just a game of catch with his son.

So the Kingdom's official policy on Spring is ...... Spring sucks.