Soccer Camp

A few weeks ago I sent a few of my boys to a week of soccer camp. By the end of the week they were not only more skilled, but they were all deeply sun kissed and their hair showed the signs of the sun as well. It was a crazy week. (I accidentally signed them up to go to a park which was CLEAR across town.) So we drove a lot. And the other boys and I found errands to busy us while they played and were grateful a park was right next to the field. What a great week of summer it was.
Here is Mr Right and Mr Perfect. They did great! In fact in the "world series" they played at the end of the week their teams did quite well. Here is Mr D.A. He LOVED soccer camp and wanted it to last the whole summer. We will have to sign him up again next year. (Maybe for a few camps.)
Here are Mr Prince and Mr Super playing at the park next to the field. On this day we went swimming right after camp finished. So, we all waited in our swimming suits for the boys to finish. Swimming AND soccer camp. The boys all thought this was the best day ever!

Meet Julian

The tank has been set up for a week, eagerly awaiting an occupant. This morning Mr. Music earned the last dollar he needed to buy the fish. I took him to the store and he picked out this Betta and instantly named him Julian. This, being our first pet since just before Mr. Music was born, will hopefully be an easy step into pet-dom. We shall see. Mr. Music obviously loves him already. What happens when Mr. D.A. is old enough to buy a puppy? Oh brace yourself!

The Remains of the (Sun)Day

This is the remains of sopping wet boys after a good Sunday afternoon water-fight. This is the remains of an after church nap where not only little boys didn't sleep, but their mother didn't either. (But we had fun nesting with a bunch of stuffed animals and blankets and such.

This is the remains of some extra tasty Sunday afternoon sweet-rolls. Nice to eat, and nice to share. ;)

Now all that remains of my Sunday is for me to go to bed. I am off. Goodnight.

Mr. Perfect's BIRTHDAY!

Yesterday my Mr. Perfect turned 10. What a great age. Still eager to please and yet in the stage where he is forming his own opinions and thoughts. It really is fun to talk with him. Of course his favorite thing to talk about is Pokemon.
Grandma Crimson made this awesome Poke-ball cake for him. And YES, there is a Pokemon inside. When I went to cut the cake the knife kind of bounced back up out of the cake. I laughed and said I couldn't do it. Whereupon Mr. Perfect took the knife in an attempt. When he had no better luck than I, Mr. Right took the knife and said something to the effect of, "Let someone who has a totem chip do it." We all had a good laugh at his failure. Then the cake kind of fell apart and revealed a rubber ball type thing with a real Poke-ball inside and inside of that a Pokemon. YEA!
COOLEST CAKE!
We also celebrated Angel's birthday which was the day before. Lots of fun birthdays in July!

Water Fights Make Life Pleasant

We decided to wash the car today. It being a warm day and all seemed the perfect time to do it. I think we washed for maybe two minutes. And then for maybe 30 we had a water fight. (The only reason we quit was because Mr. Music needed to go to scouts.)
I can't have a water fight without thinking about my Mom. In seventh grade art class we were learning calligraphy. The assignment was to decorate a sign with a saying or quote. Mine read "Water Fights Make Life Pleasant" I gave it to my Mom and it hung on the wall. I think it might still be there. Probably not, but I know it hung there for at least 10 years maybe more. Mom has always said she doesn't want a wake...she wants a water fight.
I'll never forget one day when I was about eight years old one of our good friends came in the house howling with laughter. She insisted Mom come outside and see what she had brought. None of us could resist. We all went outside and were attacked by most of the neighborhood with buckets and hoses. I can't remember a summer without at least one HUGE water fight and a few little ones to boot.
My kids definitely have the water-fight gene. It's fun to relive memories of home with my boys.
Thanks Mom

He hit me!

I've told you before about our Mr. Super and the fact that he is a bit slow where his speech is concerned. I am delighted with each and every new break through.
And you should know in his world of Super heroes there are villains as well.
So, when he gets into a fight with his brothers I often have had him come to me and announce. "Mom, bad guy hit me!"
One day after his report I heard his brother D.A. yell from the other room. "I'm not a bad guy! I'm a good guy!"
Super's immediate response? "Mom, good guy hit me!"
LOL
Yesterday I did a major faux pax when he came to me yelling, "Mom, Mr. Music hit me." (Okay he called him his real name, but you get the point.)
I was so thrilled at his use of his brothers name I cheered. "That is so wonderful." Poor kid. He gets the most mixed signals from me sometimes.