Soccer

The kids have been working hard and having lots of fun playing their first season of soccer. M-G is one of the tallest kids on the field but is still unsure how to manage the ball. She runs hard and tries to see everything that goes on around her and with the ball. One night, when playing a REALLY good team of all boys, she realized how to dribble the ball down the field and nearly made a goal. It was a a very exciting moment in the game---at least for us. E tires easily but has a great time playing. He even scored a goal one night and boy! was he thrilled!!! Just watching him rejoice and thrill about winning a point for his team is still a highlight of our year.

M-G is on a team called THUNDER. E is on a team called GORILLAS. On the night that he scored his first (and so far only) goal, he was taking a break from playing and was sitting down beside me. I was cheering something like, "Go Gorillas!!! Woo-hoo!!!---Way to hustle Gorillas!!!" E turned to me, and with large, solemn eyes explained to me that I was not pronouncing his team name correctly. "Mom, " he said, "you don't say 'gorillas'...you say 'go-re-yuh-luz.'"

I think when we come back 'home' he may get a bit of ribbing for the wonderful southern accent he is picking up.

Kids with Spring

April Fool's Day

No tricks have been played in our family----yet. I have been very tempted to call our parents and tell them that we are expecting another baby (we're NOT) as a good April Fool's joke. I was cackling about how we could do that and what we would say and even add the idea that the dr. thought he could hear two heartbeats instead of one...but Dana began to pale and get a little shaky, so we won't play that joke on anyone.

He did not think it was funny...

...not at all.

We are still a family of six (2 adults and 4 kids) and are not expecting to make it bigger until the kids grow up and add to our family by getting married.
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This morning D-D and E had a little argument over how to say morning. D-D was telling E that she got the mice out of her hair and sent them back to Cinderella when she got up saying, "My hair is not tangles this smorning!"

"It's not SMorning, it's MORning!!" E says.

They go back and forth a few times and E has a hard time letting it drop. He and D-D only dropped their arguing after mom and dad helped them realize what fruits arguing would produce (ouch!). And D-D is still not convinced E was correct after their heated discussion. So, around our house, we do not say "Good Morning" to you, but "Good Smorning"---at least it is how we say it THIS smorning!


Another funny poem from my cousin Raynal (his other poem is on post Jan. 2008, titled "Goose Egg"):

I say it's Smorning you say it's Snot

And you just want to argue a lot

If it isn't Smorning it must be Snight

But the sun is shining, no reason to fight

You say it your way and I’ll say it mine

We’ll all get along and things will be fine

Dad says that arguing is really rotten

By this Safternoon all should be forgotten

So let's just smile and have some fun

We can go outside and play in the sun