My Soccer Bub

I have to be careful . . . Sebastian is becoming computer savvy enough to know that I have a blog and he often appears on it!!  He happened to be strolling by my laptop one day and spotted his photo on the screen.  Good Lord Mom, he said - what is that and why am I on it? I backpedaled as quickly as I could, but I am fairly certain he mentioned me and embarrassment.  Ah, 8 going on 17.

As you know . . . SOCCER SEASON IS BACK!

Let's take a peek at my David Beckham :)

Taking the ball down the field

Quarter break - Coach Deal talking strategy

 

Disgusted

 The last photo just cracks me up. Sab's coach, during Thursday's practice, sat his Team Fire down and said we need to talk a little strategy. The team we are playing on Saturday is older, faster, and has been undefeated for quite some time. We are going to play four defenders and one striker.  Sab immediately became disheartened. He said on the way home, "Mom, we aren't going to win. They are better than us." Cue the music and the mom speech (this is where I come in!) - I countered this statement with if you go in with the wrong attitude you won't win and everyone has a bad day now and then, you never know what might happen . . . yep, I was rolling them all out!

 

Saturday dawns and the other team was just awesome.  When I noticed the coach timing their wind sprints, I knew things were a little bleak. Team Fire did a great job though, especially Beckham Phillips here. He took a lot of abuse from bigger players, and took it in stride. That's probably the hardest thing for me to watch.  Time passes, the lone striker here looks over at me.  I am the most embarrassing soccer mom.  I CAN'T HELP IT! So, I yell from the sidelines, "Sab, you can do this."

 

It could be that he was mad at me, or just frustrated with the score.  He took the ball from his goal line and just took off with it. He had four players on his heels so fast. He maneuvered around one, which tripped the player and just full-out sprinted towards the other goal. He scored beautifully! I cried - still am as I type this.  He slapped the hands of his teammates, ran back to his position and gave me the most heartwarming Bub grin.  He was the first player to score on this team in five games :)

 

The End.

 

Tulips Everywhere

My friend Em, will often switch up the schedule of her posts due to something she really wants to blog.  So I interrupt this daily broadcast to share these tulips with you.  We set out last week, to visit the Ecotulip farm near us.  It was just one of those days when you know your kids are not going to cooperate.  Sab was into it, but his sister, well, it wasn't her day.  So we waited a week. And. It worked out because the tulips were in full bloom - what a beautiful day, what a fantastic farm. If you know me well, you know how much I LOVE flowers. It is rare that I don't have flowers in this house, we won't even talk about my love for plants :)

Row, after row, pink, red, yellow, striped -- aahhhhh!

They don't even look real here!

We have often joked (this is mean I know) that sister here has a few dog-like qualities including her sense of smell. She couldn't get enough . . . . wait for it . . .

Buried in it :)

An enormous sneeze follows shortly

They willingly posed. This makes me laugh out loud.

We picked 20 in all.  No self control in this party.  It wasn't just me, I swear.

Love the pink

So dreams of my own nursery/coffee shop/scrapbook store still continue . . . 

Mia's 4th Take I!

It AMAZES me that four years have past! Her birth story which I just told the other day is pretty remarkable.  I was enormously pregnant.  I know everyone says that, but please believe me when I tell you that I am not exaggerating.  Not even a little.  I was TWO weeks late, and the only shoe that fit was my black Old Navy flip flops.  My boss would inquire at least once a week, "Dawn, aren't those your shower shoes?" Why yes, yes they are! My tears finally worked on my obgyn and an induction was set. The day before Sab and I yucked it up at Chuck-E-Cheese.  I knew this was his last outing as an only child and I gave into everything. I passed out on the couch almost the entire evening, then got up to go to bed!!! On my fourth trip to the bathroom I felt wet.  Then I stood up and noticed oceans were erupting!!  I started talking a million miles a minute.  Going to the bathroom, wrapping myself, planning with Curt who was unresponsive.  Unresponsive?!? Ear plugs, he had in ear plugs!!! Long story short and much discussion about traffic routes and traffic light timing mechanisms (sigh), we arrive at the hospital.  Upon my exam, the emergency room doctor scolded me for not mentioning that I was an at-risk pregnancy.  At-risk?  No, just fat.  Mia, all 9lbs 2 oz of her became breach within a 24 hour period. My last exam had been 24 hours before! Did I feel the earth move - no. But have you ever seen the Twilight birth?  Kidding. 

So four years of this whimsical, beautiful, stubborn and bright little person later.
Birthday party, take I.  She just loved it, all of it.  Thank you to everyone who made it special.

 

My sister knitted all of these! Bunnies, and ducks, and the little girl with the braids is Mia!

 

Her gardening hat.  She is a wonderful help in the garden, truly!

Much love between these two.

Love these faces. 

Happy Birthday Mia!

Easter Egg Tree

My children are great crafters! I love this about them despite the mess and random stickers on the wall (Mia!). So when I proposed the idea of an Easter tree all parties were signed up in a heartbeat. The ornaments were salt dough and quite easy - you can find it on designmom.com! 

 

Our paint, not the best finish on our eggs but WASHABLE. See the q-tip? The moment I became pregnant with Sebastian Curt bought cases of these.  I can tell you that I am still using them almost nine years later!

In the middle of our salt dough masterpieces - we decide to color Easter eggs. As cool as Sebastian can be, he comes running to do this every single year. Still is mystified by the double dipping colors.

So very cute.  So very rare! She teases quite mercilessly, but genuinely adores her brother. She often asks if they will get married. I think Sab would prefer to be a monk vs this option.

My bub.

Oh Easter tree, oh Easter tree . . . how lovely . . .

One of our ornaments.  More to come from our Easter celebration.