Monday, April 30, 2012

MotherBoy 2012

The other day, I was driving and Sawyer was reading my derby program from the last bout in the back seat.  He said, "Mommy, you're the prettiest."  Very sweet.  But I knew what my photo in the program looked like, so I said, "Really?  Are you SURE?"  And he said, "Yes.  You're the prettiest."

The following is my photo from the program. 

Prettiest?  Nope.  Scariest and weirdest?  Probably.

I have a tendency to take absurd and silly photos.  But to my son, I am the prettiest, even when I look like...that.  There's something about kids and their parents.  Maybe I should just say "sons," because I don't know about daughters.  (Moms of daughters, chime in here!)  At this age, we are sort of automatically the heroes for our children.  I am the prettiest, even when I look terrible.  I have to do very little to earn the love from my sons at this point in their life, other than exist.  So all the things like making food, playing with legos, taking them out for special treats like for frozen yogurt--those push me over the top to be the MOST AMAZING CREATURE ON THE PLANET.  Except for Daddy.

I know that in a few short years, this will change.  It doesn't mean they automatically obey me, or fully respect me all the time.  They're human.  But for now, this photo of me as the prettiest illustrated just how full and complete that son to mom love is right now.

I will happily soak up every minute of it.

(In case you are wondering, the title is another reference to Arrested Development.  If you fully want to understand what I say on this blog, you might want to watch it. That and Mean Girls.  I just have a lot of feelings.)

Lincoln On: Pirates

R: What does a pirate say, Lincoln?
L: Arrr!
R: That's right!  What does a pirate bury?
L:  They bury babies.

Sunday, April 29, 2012

Sick But Pretty

Today both boys woke up with low-grade fevers and general crankiness, so we had to miss youth sunday as put on by Rob and the youth.  Boo!  I did, however, successfully get everyone to nap at 11:30am.  Yay!  We had a few fun moments outside between the whiny pitifulness.  If you didn't know, you'd never guess anyone was sick.  Fudge pops have that effect.

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Sawyer On: Extermination

S:   Mommy! Spider!  It will pinch me.
M:  Is it a real spider?
S:   Yes!  I'll go get my gun.

Mid-Life Dog Crisis

In addition to developing a mid-life case of thunderstorm terror, our dog is now also afraid of balloons.  It's hard to feel as badly for him with the balloon-phobia because they are, after all, balloons.  (I should point out that as I write this, Lincoln has a balloon and Tex is trying to sit in my lap for protection.)  Rob says maybe he heard one pop and it was the loud noise.

In any case, Lincoln learned yesterday that if he chases Tex with a balloon, Tex will run.  Hours of entertainment.  And terror.  I think Tex actually halfway enjoys it because someone is playing with him!  But the other half fears for his life.

I couldn't really capture a great photo of this, but I tried.

Tex, meet balloon.  Balloon, Tex. 
 The blurry run of terror.

The Judgment Begins So Early...

From Lincoln this morning.

"Mommy coffee?  OH, Mommy."

Friday, April 27, 2012

Another Runny Yolks Post

Two in one day!

I learned the hard way (and wish I'd taken a photo) that if I am trying to keep runny eggs, I should not ALSO try to flip over my runny egg in the pan.  I should have stopped for a photo.  But I was too busy trying to salvage my breakfast for dinner.

In case you are wondering, I love eggs.  I especially love runny yolks when there is bread to sop it up, or a nice bunch of grits to mix them into that I can then pile on toast.  (Waffle House, your All-Star Special is my ideal breakfast for this reason.  Toast, waffles, eggs, grits, and bacon.  For real.)  My normal breakfast (and sometimes dinner) is one egg, over easy, on top of half of a light English muffin with a wedge of Weight Watchers jalepeno pasteurized cheese product.  Four points.  Protein AND taste.

Did I mention I've lost seven pounds?  It's all about the runny yolks, baby.

Just don't let your kid step in them. Or try to flip a soft egg in the pan.  Take my word for it.

When Prayer Is Funny

The other day, Rob, the boys, and I went to lunch with Peter after church.  When Rob started the prayer to bless our Chinese buffet, I did the typical mom-during-prayer thing: I watched our kids.  You know what I'm talking about, praying moms.  If you don't keep one or both eyes open, you might open them again to find your child with their head in the wonton soup.

On this day, I watched and then I started to giggle.  And I kept giggling through the prayer, even making Peter open his eyes to give me a confused look.  Afterward, I told Rob to say that we were going to pray again, and to tell everyone to close their eyes.  But all the adults kept them open.  This is what we saw.

Apparently, for Lincoln, closing one's eyes is a really arduous task.  Sometimes involving hands.  (Oh, and yes, I totally told Lincoln tonight that we were praying and he should close his eyes JUST for this photo op.)

I think Jesus understands my prayer giggles.

The Problem with Runny Yolks

Is when you run out of bread to sop them up.

So you put your plate in the floor for the dog.

But the dog doesn't like runny yolks.

And your kid steps in the runny yolks with his bare feet.

Things I've Learned This Morning

-6:15am is a real time. And it's waaaaay too early for my kids to get up, both for my sake and theirs. (Yes, I realize I'm spoiled.  But they generally get up after 7am.)  Blackout curtains, here we come!  That's a great house-selling point, right?

-My dog is afraid of balloons. Who knew?  I kept trying to take a photo, but it's really hard to get a good shot of Lincoln with a balloon and Tex running away, terrified.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Boring Week!

This week is not boring: I'm still watching two extra kids in the afternoons, we have a showing today, I'm writing like mad, and there's derby.  Still I haven't had a lot to blog about.

Maybe I should knock on wood?  Am I inviting disaster by saying this?  At least, a disaster on the scale of burning something.  The only thing I've burned so far this week is myself.

Hope you are having a fabulous week!  I'll try to be more creative and inspirational tomorrow.  Or later today.  Or at least take a photo or two.

A Few More Derby Photos

Just because our photographers are amazing and I love seeing all these pictures!  As always, a great thanks to our photographers!
 Every now and then, derby has moments like these.

 This is how I tend to block when I'm pushing someone outside: looking in.  Because those crafty jammers like to dart inside, and it takes more speed to catch them, so I want to be ready.  I'm getting better at knowing how far I have to push to get her out without looking at the line.

I jammed once, which turned to twice since I went to the penalty box.  Doh.  These girls were scary.

 That's panic in my eyes:  run away!  Run away!
Shank and I are doing different face paint for each game, and this time it was "V" for "Victory."  Or, while together, "W" for the "Win."  Except our helmets kept us from being a great W.

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

New Blog Love!

It's been a while since I've shared any links for blogs I'm into.  Mostly because the boys are keeping me busy enough to not have time to read blogs, for the most part.  But!  I have two new blogs (not just new to me--they are NEW!) that I have been reading and want to share.

Twinsane in the Membrane
With that name, how could you NOT want to read??  I don't think that I could easily describe how I know Liz, the mom of twin girls who writes this blog.  Suffice to say, I like her a lot and once house sat her dog only to fall in love with Harry Connick Jr's Red Light, Blue Light album.  Good times.  Her blog is funny and fun and talks about motherhood, specifically motherhood with twins.

I Am Never Alone
This blog belongs to my sister-in-law Taya, who is married to Rob's brother David.  He's going back to Afghanistan this summer and so this blog deals a lot with relationships and deployments.  While I don't have this experience at all, her words are still helpful and encouraging.  Plus, she shared the recipe for the amazing ham and cheese sandwiches that Rob's mom makes!  It's great to hear her perspective and the things she is learning.

The Fit Life
Erin is one of three sisters that I know from back home in Richmond.  She has always been a fabulous athlete, but in the past few years has become really serious about yoga and health in general.  She takes her yoga with side of cycling and marathons, so watch out.  She has had some amazing posts about body image--one where she shares the photo of herself that started her whole journey.  Powerful and inspiring!

Go read!  And pass along.

Enjoying the Moment

Last night I went to a lovely dinner for the church staff wives hosted by a woman in our church.  We have two new Campus Outreach staff guys our church is supporting, and it is so refreshing to have those girls along with the rest of us!  Makes for a great group and great conversation.

One of the things that Lynn, Rob's mom, said really hit me hard, and I don't think she'd mind me sharing. We were talking about things we'd learned along the way or regret, or something along those lines, and she said that it took her a really long time (20 years) to learn to give thanks for everything and to harbor an attitude of thankfulness. She remembers Buck (her husband) telling her that he wished she could enjoy the kids, but that it was just too hard to find enjoyment there.

I'm pretty sure the reason this hit me hard is that I spent the latter part of yesterday afternoon kind of wallowing in non-enjoyment.  Sawyer hadn't gotten a lot of sleep the night before, so everything was just whiny or no or an argument.  Which meant lots of correction and discipline.  Lincoln also is starting to flex his "no" muscles, so it seemed like I couldn't get either of them happy, getting along, not destroying something, or not arguing.  Thinking about making dinner for the boys in the midst of it made me (as I told Rob) want to punch myself in the face.

So to see tears in Lynn's eyes as she thought back to all those moments she didn't enjoy--I was just kind of pierced with regret.  I don't want to lose these days by being miserable, even with all their challenges.  Wishing that time would pass.  Wishing that the kids would suddenly act maturely and be "good."  Wishing for peace and quiet.

I've talked about this before, about embracing the chaos of life.  I will probably talk about it again next year, or next week, or this afternoon. It's not something you learn and move on from.  It's a daily, even moment-by-moment, learning.  A struggle that doesn't end, but is SO worth it in the end.  Definitely not something I can do on my own, so I will be sending up prayers through the days and moments, prayers that start with being thankful, even if I don't feel thankful at the time. Giving thanks helps you to FEEL the thanks.

The blessing for Lynn has come twofold, I think: now she can share this story to help encourage younger women who are in the midst of days that can be hard to just enjoy.  And the other is that she says that now, after learning through motherhood and hard years, she FULLY enjoys the time with her grandchildren.

Are you enjoying your days?

My Team, My Family: The Bosses

Photo courtesy of Troy Fields.

Monday, April 23, 2012

I Won Something! (And Not Just for Being Nice)

I wrote yesterday that my everything hurts after our bout Saturday, and it still does.  It was a rougher game than I've had in a while where my team was pitted against some girls that definitely outsized us.  Every hit was one I felt through my whole body.  But I didn't always go down, and I gave some great hits back as well, while working on my containment skills (that basically means slowing and holding back, not necessarily hitting).  The best part? I won a team award!!
Our team does awards for the best of the positions, plus sometimes things like Beast Teammate or Cleanest Skater.  I've won awards for attitude (being nice, basically) but never one for skating.  I'm not sure I agree that I was the best blocker, but I will TAKE THAT AWARD, THANK YOU!  It was a super proud moment for me, as you can tell by this ridiculous face.  Wow.

The photos are just starting to show up on Facebook (more later) but this one I felt like captured my inner (and outer) RAWR from Saturday night.  I've finally found a great use for my butt!
You're not actually supposed to hit someone in the face (even with your butt) so this must have been a second after I knocked her down.  The curly-haired girl behind her (her teammate) wasn't helping this situation--it looks like she kind of closed her in so she couldn't escape me.  Ha!

I really did enjoy the game, but I have a strained or maybe torn ligament in my AC joint (the only reason I know that is because I did the same thing last year on my OTHER shoulder), a wicked bruise/contusion from kicking myself in the ankle (doh), and majorly sore neck muscles.  Some post-bout days feel like recovery from a car wreck, and this is definitely one of those times.

We also lost our game, which was really disappointing, but personally, I felt like I was leaps and bounds ahead of last game.  The game felt slower, and I finally felt like I was really getting where our players needed to be and where the pack was and the jammers--I finally felt like a pivot and a leader in our pack.  Derby moves at SUCH a fast pace, so this feels like a real accomplishment to me.  Yay!  Hopefully every game will see improvement, both personally AND for my team!

Am I Normal? Are My Kids?

Last week I had a crisis about Sawyer's behavior.  I spoke with his teacher and discovered that he's been acting out.  With me he had been throwing crazy, emotional tantrums about everything that didn't go his way.  I had a few exhausting days where I started questioning everything.

What more can I do? How should I be handling this behavior? Is this my fault? Am I a good mom?  And finally:

Is my kid normal?

I even talked to Shank about hiring some kind of child psychologist or emotional behavioralist.  This conversation was in the midst of derby practice, so in between jams (or whatever drill we were doing), she told me that she had really similar struggles with her older daughter and sometimes has this with Hardie, who is a little younger than Sawyer.  "Totally normal," she said.

Then I had the terrifying thought.

"But you and I are kind of alike," I said.  "What if WE aren't normal, and our KIDS aren't normal and they're the same kind of not-normal because we're not normal?"

Her response was something along the lines of:  "Oh, crap."

I am feeling a little better about this, mostly because Sawyer had a fantastic few days in a row where he was well-behaved, sweet, obedient (as much as a 3-year old CAN be) and not at all the crazy beast he was earlier in the week.  I am chalking the hard days up to the idea that kids struggle and some days are just hard.  Sometimes they just have phases or days or moments where they are awful.  Maybe there are external factors I don't know about, like a hidden ear infection, lack of sleep, or a growth spurt.  Maybe it's just a day.

The questions still haunt me a little, though.  Because what IS normal?  How do you know if your kid is NOT normal?

Normal is really a terrible word to use anyway, as I know there is such a range of what is typical (probably a better word).  But when you are parenting your oldest kid, you don't have anything in your personal experience to compare it to.  And while comparisons can be frustrating (and odious), as a parent, you sometimes long for them so you can make sure things are going along according to plan.

I remember when I was in preschool, my parents thought of enrolling me in a local private school that required taking a few tests.  I passed the academic portion fine, but when it got to the psychological portion:  FAIL.  My parents were kind of horrified, I think, but I really love this story.  What happened is that they asked me to play with toys so they could watch and evaluate my normal-ness.  Instead, I looked at them and asked, "Why?"

Not normal, no.  But not BAD.  Very much in line with my personality, even then.

Wouldn't it be easy if there were a question and answer guide to know if your kids were on track with things from academics to personality to behavior?  Maybe there are some guides out there (please share if you know of any!) but generally, I think parents talk to other parents and try to figure out if they need to worry about their child.  There are real worries and real conditions and behaviors that might need special help or diagnosing.  These are valid questions to ask.  But finding the answers can be difficult.

Do you wonder if you and your child are normal?  Do you have good method of defining what's typical?

Sunday, April 22, 2012

Post-Derby Bout

My everything hurts.

Saturday, April 21, 2012

Aquatic Birthday

I ventured out with Saw and Linc to Noah's birthday out in Katy this week.  Sadly, I forgot that it was water-themed and that we were supposed to bring bathing suits, sunscreen, and towels.  Good thing Kelly is super responsible and had extras!  We all had a blast, and here are a few cute photos.

 Birthday hats disintegrate when wet.
 The best shot I got of Linc...whoops.
 Hudson got a little wild...

The birthday boy!

Friday, April 20, 2012

Sawyer On: The Circle of Life

M: Sawyer, do you hear that sound?  It's baby birds!  There must be a nest in our carport.
S: I want to find the baby birds and eat them.
M: .....

Field Day!

Here are a few photos from Sawyer's Field Day yesterday.  I felt like the worst mom ever leaving partway through. I had made an appointment with the realtor, thinking the Field Day was today, and then when I realized it, I rescheduled, but still had to miss some.  Thankfully Rob, Turkey, and Mimi came, but today when I asked about Field Day, Sawyer said, "But you left."  Ach.  Right in the heart, that one.

Have you ever missed a big day for your child??

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Sawyer On: Higher Education

R: Mommy's smart!  She went to school.
S: You went to school?
M: Yes, I have two degrees. [muttered under breath] Very USEFUL degrees.
S: Me too!  I have two de-freeze!

If Bird Poop Is Good Luck, Call Me Lucky

Today was an interesting day.  You can substitute another word in there for interesting:  busy, difficult, fun, hard, exhausting, strange.

We started out at Sawyer's Field Day with his preschool.  It was at a really neat park called Bane Park with a lake and playground and neat trails.  I got to see the potato sack race and part of some relay where they kicked a jug filled with rocks (?) and then had to jet off to an appointment with my realtor.  The market still isn't moving and we've had no offers on our house, which is lovely and looks fabulous.  But just in case, I wanted to see a few homes since all the last round we looked at have either sold or we ruled them out.

Commence the weird.

A few of the homes were decent, a few gross and icky, and two were extremes.  One: extremely, weirdly promising.  One: extremely...uh....Hm.  Let me just break it down this way.

It had a dead squirrel inside of it.

For real.  It was a foreclosure, which kind of explains it, though the realtors are supposed to at least pop in every now and then to check on the property. We smelled death when we went inside, but being a trooper  (and because this was an affordable 5 bedroom, 3.5 bathroom house), I forged on.  There was a whole lot of ugly, which I consider fixable, and a whole lot of damaged and broken, which is not so much.  Plus a half-drained pool with a busted-up pump.  Not good.  I decided to just take a quick look upstairs even though the downstairs was pretty convincing.  That's when I almost stepped on the dead squirrel.  And we were outta there.

I don't even want to know how it got in there, or how long it had been decaying on the intensely blue shag carpet.  Needless to say, we moved on.

After the next house (a decent one on my short list), I felt something hit my arm as we walked to the car.  I thought it was a bug and tried to brush it off.  Nope--it was a giant, GIANT bird turd.  Which I had then (in trying to brush it off) wiped all over me and my purse.  Sick!  And my realtor drives a Lexus, which made me feel somehow shy about asking for napkins to wipe off a massive amount of bird crap from my arm.  Thankfully I had some stuff in my purse. Which reminds me--I think that those balled-up napkins from cleaning the bird poo might still be in there.  DOUBLE SICK!

On the plus side, I saw a really weird out-of-the-box house that I really liked.  I try not to pin hopes on things or get excited.  You kind of have to imagine where your furniture would go and if you could see yourself living in a house, but if you do it TOO much and you like what you see, then it's hard if it doesn't work out.

In any case, this house is in Old Katy in an established neighborhood that we mostly couldn't afford.  The owners tried to sell it for a long time and then it went into foreclosure.  (Good to know--it's not an easy sell.)  It's not in terrible shape like some of the foreclosures we've seen (reminder: dead squirrel), but is just odd.  As in, there is a main house that's probably 1700 square feet, 2 bedroom and 2 bath.  Nice living area with an eat-in kitchen and formal dining.  Then, tacked onto the back is a very large sort of game room with a hot tub in it.  Yes, I said HOT TUB.  Inside the middle of a living area.

Then in back of THAT, you find an attached, two-story finished out set of garage apartments, one down and one up.  They don't have kitchens, so I guess technically, they are master suites.  Very spacious and nice master suites, each with a full bathroom.  That's a total of 5 bedrooms and 4 bathrooms, with 3 master suites. Weird.

It may not matter at all, because we have no offer on our house, and Rob hasn't seen this one.  But I think it has the kind of weird potential that he and I like.  It has some updates needed, but the general space is AMAZING and I'd love to have the ability to have an apartment or something in case we had family needing a prolonged place to stay.  Too many if's to really get thinking about it, but we'll see if it's still on the market when we sell our place.  Oh, and I guess Rob should see it.  That's kind of important.

After posting a bit about this day (namely bird poop and dead squirrel) on Facebook, I found out that apparently, being pooped on by a bird is lucky.  (And gross.)  My favorite comment was this one from my friend Natalie:  "If you get pooped on by a dead squirrel, then you know you're in trouble."

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Sawyer On: Pooping

This post, I confess, is to balance out the serious and long one below.

S:  I pooped a lot a lot a lot.  It was so much that it was white and then it got all black.  And then it got white again.  Sometimes I poop more poop that Daddy poops.

He also peed in the trashcan this week.  I guess for a change of scene?

Powerless Parenting

When was the moment you realized that no matter what you do or say, ultimately, your kids are going to do things outside of your control?

If you're not a parent, you might realize this watching parents with their kids running amuck at the mall.  Or maybe you're under the illusion that children are just sweet and innocent.  (Is anyone really under that illusion?)  As a parent, I come back to this moment all the time.

I remember being in North Carolina before we had kids and listening as some of the members of our Bible study shared their heartache over their children.  Most of the kids were grown or at least older, but all were at varying degrees of rebellion and/or broken relationships with their parents.  No matter what kind of job these parents did at teaching, reaching out, disciplining when they were young, loving, caring, or any of those million jobs parents have, kids can grow up and go their own way.

When I first came home from the hospital with Sawyer and realized I had no idea what I was doing with a baby, there were times when I'd be alone with him and he would cry to no avail.  No feeding, burping, wearing, shushing, swaddling, diaper-changing, singing, or any other tricks made him stop.  (This didn't happen often, just for the record.)  I remember being hit with the absolute powerlessness of being a parent, and how incredibly vulnerable you become.  You do everything you know how to do--and you still might have your heart broken.  You still might not be able to comfort your crying baby.  You still might have a kid who grows up to hate you.

This post sounds really dark, and while in some ways this is kind of Debbie Downer talk, this is also real talk.  I think it's something important to realize, but not something that means you have to despair.  For me, knowing that this is the reality helps me to parent freely.  I still want to do the best job I can, though it may not mean my kids have a happy life or easy life or love me back the way I wish they would.  I think most parents would say the same--even if they knew their love couldn't change some decisions their children make when they are grown (or when they are young), they would not stop loving their child. 

Right now we are having this struggle at school:  Sawyer has told me that the kids don't like him and that they aren't nice to him.  When I spoke with his teacher about is (and another parent of a boy in the class), I was assured that he is well-liked and has friends.  Just the opposite is true:  Sawyer struggles with hitting other kids and has been doing it a lot when he doesn't get his way. 

This is totally not something tolerated at home, and so we don't really see it happen there.  I was really surprised to hear this, though I do know that Saw digs his heels in when he's not getting what he wants.  (Just like most three-year-olds, right?) I feel really powerless, knowing that we deal with things at home, and yet when I'm not there, he's doing something totally different.  What can you do?  I mean, I know that there are steps we can take (and we are) but ultimately, if he decides to hit someone at school, he's going to do it.


The thing about being powerless it that, as I mentioned, it can be really freeing.  I know you may be wondering "How, Kiki, HOW?"  

For me, realizing I'm powerless is freeing because the pressure is off.  I cannot control my children's actions or how they turn out.  I can, however, do what I think is best to help shape and mold them as they grow in my care.  Then I have to let it go.  (As a side note, Rob is in the other room watching Arrested Development, and I can't help but think of when Buster--a grown man, in case you don't watch AD-- leaves his mother for the first time and goes for a bike ride with Michael that ends badly.  Michael, trying to encourage Buster to leave the nest says, "We were flying, buddy."  And Buster responds: "But a little too close to the sun.")  As a parent, I feel like the realization of powerlessness means that I can do my best (knowing it's not perfect) and then let it go.

I don't know that I am explaining that really well.  This post has been fraught with kids out of bed, visits from friends, playing Dominion with Rob, and chatting with people on Facebook (Josh Mills--I told you I'd blog about that).  So if that reason for feeling free not make sense, this next reason might.

If I didn't realize that I am powerless (in parenting or just life), I would not see the grace offered through Jesus.  I would not know that I NEEDED a Savior.  I'd be over here, pulling up my bootstraps, trying harder and harder to be a perfect person and still failing.  Failing to meet my standards, the world's standards, and God's standards.  I'm pretty sure I am powerless to be perfect in any of those arenas.  I'm pretty sure you are too. 

Without recognition of powerlessness, I think there is a chance I can do it on my own.  When I KNOW that I am powerless and that I will or may fail, I can fully understand that someone else (Jesus) lived a perfect life.  Someone else (Jesus) took the consequences for my failures (on the cross).  Jesus talks about how he came that we might have life and life to the full, and I believe that fullness begins when we realize we cannot do it ourselves.  Whatever that "it" is.  Fill in the blank: parenting, relationships, dissertations, jobs, becoming a rock star, pleasing God, keeping your house clean.  

Now that I know I'm powerless, I see the power of Jesus more clearly, a power freely offered. I can accept that offering of substitution (his perfection for my imperfection, his death so I might live) and live a life unburdened by the typical measures of success.  I also have access to God's strength and power to live better. I'll still never be perfect.  I'll still be powerless in so many areas.  But I have MORE than I ever had without.

What's the worst that can happen?  I'll fail.  But if I already realize that I HAVE failed, failure doesn't sting so much.  Instead, God turned our general failures into the most powerful picture of grace imaginable--someone perfect dying for someone imperfect. 

I will still struggle with all these things.  Rob and I are dealing with Sawyer's hitting at school, and it IS hard to feel powerless.  At the same time, I am comforted by this realization of powerlessness and freedom.  Because when we think that we have the power and the control to make our lives turn out the way we want, we are set up for the kind of failure that is soul-crushing. 

But guess what?  If you have that soul-crushing kind of failure, you're in a perfect place to look up and see the grace offered to you through Jesus.  

Manic Mondays

The past month or so, I've realized that I almost never blog Mondays.  Or, at least, if I do, I'm scrambling to find the time or realizing at midnight that I never blogged. I think because I generally have something going on Sunday night (derby), I don't get to sort of plan and ease into Monday, but instead the week just takes off running and I spend the day grocery shopping and trying to get things started.  It's not a bad day, just a busy one. I also have the boys all day, so we are sometimes hitting the gym or a park or something fun.

Sunday night I didn't just have practice, but a game in San Antonio with HRD's B travel team, the Knockouts.  It was a blast!  And not just because we won by something like 300 points.  I had fun in the car ride up and back and with the girls on and off the track.  See?  Yes, that's me with my tongue out.
I know that this will be my last season (at least til my kids are grown and I'm in my 50s) so I really eat up every game.  But this one meant getting home and to bed at like 2:30am.  Yawwwwwn.

An old friend from college came out with his wife and two girls, and that was so much fun!  I totally missed out on getting a photo with him (what were we thinking, Rob?) but I have this cute one with his younger daughter.  Also, shameless plug:  her Mom, Kelly, runs this fabulous business called Dollface Girls where she up-cycles old T's to make adorable dresses like this one. You can find her designs HERE.
Fun, long weekend.  Now I'm just settling in to write, so I won't be blogging at least until tonight.  I'd like to nap, honestly, but knowing me--I won't give in. :)



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