Soccer Kids

My soccer kids are tearing up the field (sometimes literally, but "Gabe quit picking up mud"-Coach Ken, is a whole other blog post ;)

Last Saturday, Flynn scored 4 goals. And yesterday, Gabe was a fraction away (let's just say he assisted a goal to Austin who is good at tapping it in at the last second).

One of their favorite movies, ALVIN & THE CHIPMUNKS, has an old-school cartoon (one I probably enjoyed back in the 80's) that features a soccer game season, where the 'munks cheer, "Beat 'em, Beat'em, BEAT'EM!!".

So that's Gabe's war cry.

Flynn has really turned on her enthusiasm, but even more surprising is her aggressiveness. She's even pulled on a jersey or two. I'm sure that BFF Madelyn (also a go-getter on the soccer team) is a great contribution to Flynn's assertiveness.

It takes up every Saturday morning.

And there's no way I'd rather spend it.

See You Later, Flynneeeee

Flynn has a boyfriend. His name is Carter. Carter is the son of my neighboring teacher. She's awesome. I am just surprised to find myself imagining her as my daughter's mother in law.

So, they were sweet to each other from the word go kindergarten. They held hands as they waited in line to board the bus. And now, weeks into their school career & they're buddies... Flynn encourages Carter to get a 'green card' (indicating a day full of following rules); and Carter encourages Flynn to not be so shy & quiet.

Today, Carter reported to me that Flynn had been "kissing on" him. His eyes twinkled at my misbelief. And apparently my laugh of shock was a green light for their smooching, as I had to give a stern rule of "no kissing on the lips".

And right after I broke up the lip lock, I shook my head.

And then started thinking of if my grandbabies will be towheads with blue eyes... or brown eyes beauties.

And Carter yelled out to Flynn, right before he & his momma walked out of the door, "See you laaater Flynneeeeee."

Soccer Mom

Now I am an official soccer mom. BOTH my kiddos are playing this fall. The beauty is that they're both on the same team. An advantage to having your babies dangerously close.

Here are some shots to give you a sampling of the cuteness.

Whistlin' Dixie

Guess what the girl learned in Kindergarten?
To whistle!
And whistling she has been... and whistling.... and whistling...
She hasn't stopped. She whistles morning...and night... in the store, and in the bath.

She's darn good too.

I'd Be Lying

If I said that I don't miss those days... of laying in bed with my babies... of watching videos from my bed w/ them by my side. Lazy trips to the grocery store, when everyone else is at work.

Man... do I ever miss them.

Most of all, I miss being here all day with my boy. And he misses it too. So much so, that one of his all-time favorite activities, being w/ his Papa, isn't even appreciated anymore.

You see, my boy... he's a DAYCARE DROP OUT. He straight quit the joint.
We let him of course, because we weren't sure it was the best place for him. And for now, while he spends his days at Papa's, hanging w/ Pa & Uncle Loreny (while we wait to surface to the top of the waiting list of a certain daycare), I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that he's being cared for by 2 of his favorite men.

But Bubs?, He tells it best in his own words:

"Momma?, Me just wanna be at home with you."

Me too Bubby. Me too.