Spring Soccer

My lazy Saturdays are no more; the spring soccer season has arrived. Evan's first Gator game was today, and we played the most exciting game ever. We won 1-0. Evan blocked the penalty kick in the last minute of the game that would have led to a tie. He jumped sky high to block the kick and then fell to the ground to cover the ball. It was amazing. I might have cheered a little bit, and I came to my senses a good five minutes later yelling, "That's my Baby!!!!" I think I heard Wes give a sigh of relief along with a, "Thank you, Sweet, Baby Jesus!"

It was truly amazing. Did I mention it was amazing? It was amazing.

I am researching goal keeping academies and summer camps because performances like today's do nothing in our argument that Evan cannot play keeper well.

Time for Seasons

Today Wes and I were both able to see Keagan's play that his school put on for the parents of the kindergarden students. Keagan's class represented winter and Keagan was dressed as a mitten. He nailed his lines and he had all the right moves with the choreography.

Keagan and his best friend Isaiah are in the same class and also attend after school care together. Keagan told me a couple of months ago that he was really glad Martin Luther King, Jr made it okay for "peach skin and black skin people to be friends" because if he hadn't Keagan said that he would be "very lonely at school without his best friend." He then added, "I don't know why I always have friends with black skin; the white kids are always so weird and like to play weird things at recess - they want to pretend to be clowns. Isaiah and I like to run together and play sports."

These two are inseparable during the school day, and every time I see them together, they have these big smiles on their faces.

Change in Command

Today Wes took command of the CID office, and we attended the afternoon Change of Command ceremony. The biggest day in his career and this is the only picture that I have to document the event.

Even though I am not a fan of a yellow rose, it is a tradition that the incoming commander's wife receive yellow roses, the symbol for hope.

My only hope was that the boys would be able to spend an entire day at school without marking on their clothing with blue marker or spilling ketchup down their shirts. My hope was expressed on several occassions, and I was relieved to pick them up from school today with only a smidgen of dirt on their faces. Unfortunately, I was the one who was unable to heed my own advice, and I arrived with a big blob of chicken and rice on the front of my new dress.

Speaking of the new dress....I splurged and bought something new to wear. I ordered it on-line and then prayed it would fit. I was giddy when I pulled it on and it fit perfectly. I mean it was just perfect! I walked through the house and off handly remarked, "Don't I look like a million dollars?" Evan replied, "Maybe not a million, Mom, but definately a thousand."

No lie.

With the exception of all of our clothing problems, I can't wait to see where this journey takes us next! 

Snips, Snails, and Lizard Tails

Keagan and his lizards. They were everywhere today trying to soak up some sun. This unlucky guy was caught with his bug catcher and studied under microscope.

Keagan caught this one and was heartbroken to find he grabbed it by the tail and pinched the very tip off.

He was mesmerized with the chameleon's ability to change colors. He had read about it before, but to see it in action filled him with awe.

He spent some time staring him down, watching his heart pump rapidly, and comparing the size of each toe. After a half hour, he released him back to the flower bed with a promising, "Until next time, lizard."

Young Author's Writing Competition

Evan was invited to participate in the annual Georgia Young Authors' Writing Competition after he wrote a story about solving a robbery that took place in a statue museum. Wes and I haven't read the story, but after reading last year's winning story about two hot dogs that fall in love and have baby weiners, I think Evan might have a chance. Although several people have commented on Evan's story line, I will remind you that the talk of solving crimes is pretty consistent in the home of a federal agent. Although no statues have been stolen from the local 3rd ID museum, I'd rather read about stolen property than what is really taking place around here. I feel like we are in the midst of an episode of NYPD Blue every single week. And although I admit I am completely biased, I would definitely rather read about stolen artwork than a family of weinies ambushed by mustard.

He Said It

Keagan: "Mom, I've been thinking. I think tonight I'll baptize myself in the bathtub. Can you do that? Baptize yourself?"

Then after a short pause.

Evan: "Don't even think about it, Mom. I am not up for baptizing anyone tonight. Anyways, I don't have a flowing white robe to wear."

After This Week, I Need a Bottle of Wine

This week I administered the end of year test to my fourth graders. In March. Does anyone else see anything wrong with that? End of year? March? Last time I checked I have 12 more weeks remaining in the school year. I am waiting for Wes to come home with wine because after the answers I saw my sweet angels bubbling this week, I need something to take me away from the horror. Did you know that Chihuhau is the capitol of Mexico? Clearly the big red star sitting next to Mexico City on the map was misplaced. I told Wes that I haven't seen so many low kids in one class since I taught second grade fifteen years ago in Texas. Good Gosh. It was one rough week.

Meanwhile, I am contemplating an order from Athleta because I LOVE their athletic wear, and after consuming my second piece of pizza and my fifth giant sugar cookie for dinner tonight, work out clothes are probably something I should consider purchasing. No matter how much I want to, I just can't justify spending $49 on a tank top. The second roll of fat forming on my tummy, though, has a different opinion, and I think it just might push me into a new purchase. I'll buy it all for no other reason than to perpetuate the misconception that I am a dedicated runner. And because there is nothing better to wear on a Saturday morning on the soccer fields.

Now that my wine has arrived, here's to a great weekend and the future delivery of running skirts and tank tops.