Ready and Waiting

Don't worry friends, Perry is ready to come visit at a moment's notice.  That's right, inside his handy little back pack is his blankie, his underwear, and even his socks.  Yep, he's ready to go.  

The other day, after months and months of talking to Bo about wanting to visit my sister Libby in California, I finally found a good price and bought the tickets.  Unfortunately for Perry, he doesn't quite understand time just yet, and doesn't realize that the trip isn't until the end of May and that it is going to be a loooong time for that little boy to wait.  So he's ready.  He's ready now.  A couple nights ago I went in to tuck him in bed after he had been asleep for awhile and I found him half leaning off of the bed.  I reached over to lift him up and straighten him, and when I did that, he came up with his hand tightly, and I mean tightly, clamped on the handle of the backpack, which had been on the floor, and hence the reason he was half off the bed.  Adorable and funny. I love this buddy and enjoy him so much.  

Proud to be a Soccer Mom

Since moving to Texas in March of 2017, I constantly get the question, "You have how many kids??!!" Yes, I have four kids.  And let me tell you something, I am LUCKY that I have four kids.  I have four beautiful, healthy, funny and smart kids.  And I love each and every one of them.  

Most of the time I get those questions from other parents, when they see me running around like a crazy lady when I'm taking my children to their various sporting activities.  And I get it, taking 3 of my kids to their different practices almost every day does make me look like a crazy lady, and quite possibly act like a crazy lady, to these people.  A majority, and I mean big majority, of the parents on the teams only have one or two kids total. 

I've had people give me looks and some make comments.  They don't mean harm, but they make it quite obvious that me having this many kids and having them this involved (in sports) is ridiculous. But here's the thing, I love sports.  I really do, and so does my husband.  Both of us were very athletic when we were younger, and our kids have been shown to have a talent for this too.  Perry, my youngest, was kicking a ball around at just 13 months.  So do I just say, too bad kids, I'm tired from having so many children and your talents just need to go to waste because I don't want to go to practice from 6-9 tonight? NO! That's not fair to them.  They LOVE playing soccer.  They love basketball. Right now Megan is loving softball.  If I thought taking them to their activities was an inconvenience to me, then I really shouldn't have become a parent, because man, staying up all night is super inconvenient.  

So guess what, I don't care if I look like a crazy lady.  My kids are happy.  They are worth every mad rush to practice, every freezing cold soccer game, every hard bleacher seat, every weeknight and Saturday.  All of it. My kids are worth it.  And you know what? I love it.  I love watching them practice and work hard and then see that work payoff in the games.  I love it.