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.  

Epic Fail

My Dad said that our blog died. He was right.

Mostly because you get behind and then you don't know how to start again....or where to start...

Pure embarrassment, for me, is always a good segway back into blogging.

Picture us sitting in Church being fairly quiet. They are passing the sacrament so everyone around us is pretty quiet too. 

Then Canon says in his normal voice

"Open the diaper...."

"Look inside..."

Then he proceeds to make a peeing noise 

"Pssssss. It peed on you!"

I may have laughed. 

But mostly I just hung my head in shame.

Out Like A Lion

I feel really old when I say the days seem to be flying by.

Pretty soon I will be pushing my walker with tennis balls on the front talking about the "good old days" when we used to have Easter Parties.

Who am I kidding? We are doing this till we die. 

This year the Easter Party was on the chopping block.

We weren't really sure if we wanted to keep doing it.

It normally takes up a lot of residence in my brain....space I didn't feel like I could spare.

But then, this year I decided to have a relaxed approach.

As relaxed as you can get when you blow out 150 eggs.

The theme this year was Alice in Wonderland.

We did a nacho bar.

Easy peasy.

Getting our friends together for any reason is bound to be fun.

It is especially entertaining when you throw stuff in the grass and make them hunt for it.

Then you add watching kids and hunting for prizes...challenge accepted.

We let them find real eggs and plastic.

It can be confusing.

And devastating when the plastic eggs taste like...well...plastic.

But we just sit back and smile... 

while they go "Thunder dome" on each other.

Then I am reminded each year:

A back yard that has a lot of crap in it is a great place to hide stuff. 

Safety is always our first priority. 

You can thank us for that later.

After you find your way out of the overgrown bushes....

only to find a "kid" egg. 

Also...for future reference...

When we say that the prize for the Egg Toss is pretty awesome...

We mean it is SO awesome we can't wait for you to take it home.