Another Winning Season

Keagan had seven games this weekend, and although his basketball team didn't make it to the semi-finals, his soccer team made it to the finals and won! Last weekend he had a much easier schedule, and Sunday evening, he was driving us crazy with all of his pent up energy. Tonight, though, he can't get off the couch. That's evidence he had a great weekend!

We spent many hours in the sun watching games, field marshaling, and eating ice cream. While watching another team play today, Keagan randomly said, "I really like that center ref - even if he gave me my first yellow card." I have no idea how he remembers who was reffing a game two years ago; I don't even remember the play. 

We said good-bye to one of our players and friends, and we celebrated the last tourney of the season with Kung-Fu pictures. Someone needs to point out what this has to do with soccer because it's lost on me.

As co-captain of the team, Keagan gave his end of year team speech congratulating the guys for a winning season!

Champions Five Times Over

Champions again! Last weekend this team qualified for nationals in the state AAU tourney. This weekend they played up and still won first! Icing on the cake was playing an older team from our town in the championship and beating them!

Evan had a rough start Saturday morning, but by Sunday evening he ended the final game with 8 points and 12 rebounds. 

He's now been home only a couple of hours and he's already outside shooting hoops. Truly, this kid doesn't know how to relax without a ball.

Soccer Saturday

Because it is almost summer and spring soccer season is about to come to a close.

 

Next year the team will look completely different. Here's to great friendships both on and off the field!

Art Fair

Another last...this time it was our last Art Fair. Keagan proudly stood next to his art and allowed me to snap a picture or two. However, Thursday nights are basketball nights, and in his mind, sports rank well above the arts. We compromised, and I agreed to let him skip the recorder concert if we could at least walk the halls to view the art on display. 

On a positive note, we have said good-bye to weekly spelling lists and nightly reading logs. The evenings are ours again! The countdown to summer vacation has officially begun!

Mother's Day

Keagan made me the sweetest card and wrote the most heart felt letter for Mother's Day. He's got a heart of gold!

On the inside he wrote, "I love you more than Maybelle." It was reassuring to know I land one step above the cat. 

Evan had nothing for me. He came down the stairs this morning, and said, "This is a no card holiday, Mom, as in no yellow card." After five yellow cards in two weeks of games, this was the perfect gift. He speaks my love language! He followed through, too, because he went through all of today's game without even a foul called on him. 

To top it off, his team went undefeated and won the weekend tournament. 

Happy Mother's Day!

Rain, Rain Go Away

It's raining and all of the practices got cancelled for this afternoon - even the indoor practice because the school gym's roof leaks. All of this rain means I have a couple of hours, the ultimate gift, to grocery shop, buy teacher gifts, and shop for Mother's Day. I'd never been more excited for extra time.

Until I got home, unpacked the groceries, and a full gallon of milk fell on the concrete and exploded all over the garage. I told Evan I would pay him $5 to clean it up. I suggested using buckets of water and a mop. He had other ideas. He pulled out the leaf blower and tried to blow the milk into the yard. That was until the leaf blower ran out of gas. He tried to refill the tank and the garage took on a distinct smell of gas and oil. After searching high and low for fuel, carefully spilling gas everywhere, and trying to start it, the leaf blower still didn't turn on. So now I had a garage covered in milk and smelling of gasoline. 

I was left asking myself why it had to rain. 

It's All Good

I got an email today from a teacher. And it was not good news. Evan got in trouble in class for excessive talking and because this same teacher has referred to him as Ethan for almost half of the year, I had to wonder if she had the right kid. Here's why. My kid? He answers every question with the one syllable "good." My boy? He says fewer than ten words per day at home. My guy? He has never been in trouble before, except for the broken spoon in first grade. So I had to ask him about it, and he said, "Yeah, I got moved."  And that was that. He had used up his word allotment for the day in language class and had no more for me.