It's that time of year....Futbol!

Soccer is a sport that has not been a sport celebrated in my family in the past. Too much running, and not enough scoring ranks it a shy above golf in my household. Now that Buck and Catie are members of the White Lightning soccer team that feeling is different now. When I learned that soccer season is starting again I had an unpleasant feeling inside. Great...games to attend, more clothes to wash, more articles of clothes (uniform) to loose, and more rushing around. As if I need more on my plate right now?! That is what I originally thought, but after the first soccer game I feel differently. Buck has realized that he can kick the ball and actually score now. He likes when people cheer for him so he tries to do it more often. Catie is overjoyed when someone on her team scores even if she didn't play a part in the score. This game brings them great joy and it makes me smile when I watch them. Now, I look forward to the games. Soccer, what a great sport!

Toofless!

It has been a long time since I lost a tooth. I'd say about 23 years to be exact....that is if you don't count the time my brother, Alex, accidentally hit my tooth and knocked half of it off! Bucky has been "losing" his tooth for a month and a half. One morning after attempting to eat his breakfast he went to the restroom only to discover that his tooth is now sideways! I told him he couldn't go to school like that and it had to come out. He pulled it out himself, but Catie was quick to bring a paper towel for his blood. She is very squeamish when it comes to blood. I have never seen Buck more excited before. He exclaimed all morning how big he is now. He showed me his shoes and said they are big too, because he is getting so big. On the way out the door to go to school he said "Soon I'll be in big boy school, because I am such a big boy". He stopped everyone who drove by so that they could see his missing tooth. That night the magical Tooth Fairy brought him "a dollar bill with a five on it!" Now the tooth next to his missing tooth is lose. It will be a month before that one comes out, but at least when it comes out there won't be pain or sadness. It will be comforting!

Not so Tender Care

Tender Care has always been a place that I could not live without. They were there for me when my children, ages 1 and 2, had to suddenly attend day care all day while I went to work. Any problems I have they will bend over backwards to accommodate me. This is not a post about how terrible they are, it is a post about how spoiled my children are (I'm thinking they spoiled them and not myself). It was Wednesday afternoon. The sky was dumping a plethora of rain that day. I went to the beloved Tender Care to pick-up my prides of joy and when I got outside and opened the umbrella they both clung to my legs in fear that a drop of rain may fall on them and perhaps cause them to dissolve. My legs were trying to walk down the steps but children were gripping them so instead I tumbled down to the nice puddle of mud/water. My khaki pants were now black on one side and I felt like I had broken my patella. Catie screeched, not because her mother had just taken a tumble, but instead because she was getting wet. My sweet Bucky asked me if I was ok, which made me feel like I was succeeding at least 50% with my parenting skills. The best part about this entire story is that NO ONE saw me. Thank the Lord that I am able to get by this tragic event without someone else being able to enjoy the scene. I have posted some pictures to show just how wounded I was from the event. I wish I could take a picture of my pride. Later that night Catie helped me put my band aids on which was comforting.

Labor Day Fun for the Family

Well, it's Labor Day weekend! I think to myself how I used to spend my long weekends in the past....pre-kids....pre-marriage(s).....pre-responsible. I would party my face of I tell ya! Well, this chick doesn't like to do it that way anymore (this is the conclusion after this last Labor Day Weekend).

Friday the kids and I immediately left town as soon as the school bell rang. We waved good bye to a freshly manicured yard (to which I'm very proud), and were off to celebrate the lack of labor in San Antone! When we got to the apartment I was ready to take some NyQuil and get to sleep since we were all suffering from the "start of school hack". We ordered in some sandwiches and I was off to bed.

Saturday we went to the beloved Shiloh deli. I MUST eat breakfast there when I go to San Antonio. On the way back to the apartment the kids spied the Children's Museum. This is a place that I love to hate. The kids are so happy when we go there, but there is absolutely nothing interesting for a grown up to do except follow the kids around and say "oh great", or "yeah that's cool" and snap a picture of them as they mimic an airplane pilot in the fake plane. Am I a terrible parent? I can not get myself excited about pretend grocery shopping in a pretend HEB. Why don't they get excited about REAL grocery shopping in a REAL HEB? This boggles my feeble, little mind.

That night was a party night for me. One of my dearest friends' husband plays in a band and they happened to be playing in a town near by. My lovely parents were fine with observing the children whilst I attempted to party my face off so all was well. My friend, Kristy, and I were able to hang out in the "green" room with the band before they played and sadly, I felt like royalty. I can't tell you how many teenage or lower 20 girls watched us in envy every time we trekked back to where the cool kids hung out. By the time I got back to the apartment it was 2:00am and I was spent.


Sunday I realized that I am not able to stay up past 11:00pm and feel pretty good the next day. In the pre-grown up days I was able to stay up later and sleep all day the next. No so much anymore. The children were dead set on seeing the Dinosaur Exhibit at the Witte Museum especially since I bought them Jurassic Park and let them watch it on repeat. It was a really great exhibit and went by pretty quick. There is one great thing about the kids on a lazy afternoon.....that my friends is nap time. We slept for two hours and I felt like I was in college again! When I woke up I realized one thing I didn't have when I was in college was the joy that comes from my kids. I love listening to them talk and tell each other what they believe to be facts and discuss bad dinosaurs as opposed to good dinosaurs etc. Now, don't get me wrong. Going out with old friends on a Saturday night without someone clinging to me and yelling "watch this" or "mommy, mommy", was great, but that life can get real old real quick. The mixed up weekends that allow a happy time for everyone are the ones that are most successful.

All in all I had a great weekend. The kids had a great weekend. My parents had a great weekend. It wasn't a party your face off weekend, but it was comforting.