There were not enough hours in the weekend and my to do list is still a mile long. I’m trying to concentrate on all the things I did get done, but the “not dones” are overwhelming with Monday morning looming. Sigh, such is often the case. If I employed a full-time maid, she could easily work her whole 8 hours a day in our kitchen and stay more than busy.
Rob surprised us by allowing Michael to cut his hair in a fohawk. The agreement is that it is temporary, only for football season or a few games. This morning, before the game, I painted Michael’s fohawk blue with temporary dye. And Rob reminded him of their agreement that only good players wear fohawks…keeping the haircut required a touchdown or getting a bunch of flags today. Well, Michael kept up
This morning I rolled out of bed at the horrible time of 6:45am, right as Rob walked in from a night at work, to get to Michael’s first football game. As we pulled sleeping, grumpy kids from their beds and threw clothes on them, Rob said, “This is crazy! Why would they plan little kids games so early?!” Then we had to laugh, because it probably didn’t seem so awful to
We sure are! Football season is a favorite here. The beginning of football season means that some of the best of our year is about to happen. Watching football on television is a family affair. We can’t wait to fill the folding table with our favorite snack foods for “football and snack dinner” nights. It means evenings of lighting the fireplace aren’t too far away. Fall is coming along with
What could pass time better than snacking during endless sibling sports games? Oh, that’s right…playing with your food, then eating it! Emily probably ate more dirt than pretzels due to tipping her bowl again and again. But, right now, if it makes her happy and it won’t kill her I’m apt to let it go. Bek summed up the girls’ softball game pretty well in her prayer, “Thank you for being
I was surprised to realize this morning that Michael only has 4 football games left this season! I was never very thrilled with the prospect of my son playing football- I hoped he would choose a sport with less contact. He’s so tiny (and if he takes after his Daddy he will stay that way until college) I figured football would be the sport he’d be least likely to excel in. After