Our Days and Nights

To say that we have been busy would be an understatement. 

All the kids except for Penny are playing soccer, and Gavin is playing baseball too. Between soccer and baseball we have something every night. On Saturday we normally have 4 games. 

To say that it is exhausting would be underselling it a bit.

During Canon's game, I find that we shout "Look alive!" A LOT.

I am not really sure why.

He starts out strong...

Then about 5 minutes into it he realizes that the "herded masses" are no match for him.

Truthfully, I want to be mad at him for just giving up. Then part of me is proud that he has figured out the loop hole. 

Make everyone else do the work...then when the ball goes out of bounds you get uninterrupted glory.

We have come to grips with the fact that his is mostly in it for the snack. 

We tell him he has to play to get the treat at the end of the game. 

So he walks around pretending to be engaged.

I am not sure he is fooling anyone.

Gavin's age group has proven to be a little more challenging.

With Gavin everything is black or white. 

Good in life. Hard in sports.

He is learning, and he is really good at following directions.

The kids like it when Gavin plays, because his field is surrounded with a fence.

It is a dare devil's paradise.

The last two of Gavin's games someone has said something along the lines of "Is this someones kid over here?"

He's mine.

"...and your OK with that?!" motioning to Canon climbing to the top of the fence.

Well...I was until you made me feel like I shouldn't be OK with it. 

I am officially reevaluating my parenting plan now....

It's not always climbing fences. 

Sometimes there is "nest building"

or just general tom foolery.

In soccer, I have been the most surprised by Laney.

She is quite the go-getter.

I bribed the kids and told them I would give them jelly beans if they made a goal.

Evidently when you mention jelly beans it means business to Laney.

Steal the ball from your own team, business.

Maybe it is because she knows I mean Jelly Bellies and not the old jelly beans from Easter.

There's a difference.

While Laney is kicking balls and taking names, the boys are most likely endangering life and limb.

And Penny...well...

Nothing strikes fear in your heart like a two year old with a baseball and mischief in their eyes.

Like I said...I am reevaluating my parenting.

Normally our Saturdays end with a baseball game.

Or in Gavin's case....

practicing his Ninja moves in the outfield.