when i go full force for the ball and i outweigh the opposing team member by about fifty pounds, i ALMOST feel bad.

ALMOST.

do i have the advantage because i’m stronger and have the ability to hurt her?

really, should i feel bad that i am going to hurt her?  maybe SHE should feel bad and realize i am at the disadvantage because i’m

• slower
• have pulled all my muscles (i do that every game)
•  30 pounds overweight
• not good at soccer when i’m not 30 pounds overweight.

i love playing soccer.  there was a moment tonite when we were up 1-0 and i was all mighty ducks thinking the little team that could could actually win.  we did not upset our record though and lost 5-1.   i love getting out of the house and having to pay attention to something else other than who has a heiney that needs wiping, or needs a meal (boob or regular) or who is cranky (usually me.)  it’s great to run around any have fun.  i wish i had that attitude when i played sports as a kid.  i was always nervous about screwing up and preferred riding the bench and talking about what we were doing later.

btw,  who opens a store at 9:30 in the am?  9:30 is practically bedtime in this family.  we had errands to do today and all the stores open at 9:30.  please.  the army talks about what they do in the morning.  imagine what they could do if a SAHM was in charge there???

 

 

christine, i went from 18 to 58 readings.  whoo-hoo.  nice work.  we gotta move to the next phase………we’re going worldwide, people.  WORLDWIDE!

Seriously?

Threes are wild

The day began with Holly and Tim going down to make me a surprise breakfast while i got to watch my littlest angel sleep. 

 

After losing my soccer game, i came home to a Holly/Mommy approved

cake and oatmeal cookies, and a beautiful card.  holly and i went out in the afternoon for a little Mommy-Holly time and then took a family walk.  the evening finished with a little cake followed by Charlotte’s Web.  When asked if Holly liked the cake, she replied yes, but when asked what she preferred:  the cake or corn, she of course replied CORN.

As i blog, my husband is downstairs banging around making my favorite lemon chicken dinner.

It’s funny the things you remember.  Karen thinks i like the fall because my birthday is in it, but i don’t think so.  Today during the game, as i should’ve been watching the ball, i remembered that in kindergarten, i was tres excited about the play that we would be putting on and i sooooooooooo wanted to be the month of June because you got to dress up as a bride.  (then when i got married in real life, i lost my mind and most of my friends…………but that’s for another post.)  ANYWAY, i was ABSENT the day the parts were given out, so i chose between the two that were left.  the teacher had drawn pictures of all the parts, and i picked the one with the pretty colors.  i later found out that i was Fall.  i remember the refrain we said over and over:  winter, spring, summer, fall.  yes, yes, we know them all.  do i like fall because i was dressed as fall as a child???

at halftime today, someone said i would score a birthday goal.  i remembered being in the car before a soccer game and my dad saying, “maybe you’ll score a goal for your birthday,” and then i remember the ride home and being so disappointed that i didn’t.  then i cried as this memory surfaced on the drive home from the game because i don’t want holly to ever be sad because she didn’t score a goal. (normal)

and of course i cried during charlotte’s web, but that’s a given.

in case i wasn’t sure if i was old, here is a real conversation that i had today:

tim:  “where’d you get the olive oil?”

me:  “over by the bagel place.  there’s a new mini mart that opened.”

CAN YOU SAY OLD?

and in case you were wondering, i received

• 14 facebook happy birthday wishes
• 9 hours of sleep
• 9 pancakes
• 7 calls to the house
• 3 voicemails on the cell
• 3 cards in the mail   
• 2 cakes  
• 1 large card from holly, daddy and jack
• 1 handmade card     
• 1 partridge in a pear tree (on back order)

I’m so lucky to have so many people in my life who care about me and remembererd me today.

                                                                                        oh.  and threes are wild because, 3 months, 3 years, 33 years.  Neat.

Nine hours!

Jack was the first to give me a birthday present, and what an amazing one.  As per our conversation, he started his sleep stretch between 8 and 9 PM.  Which reminds me, my parenting book is due out any day now.  it’s called, If my child starts to sleep, will I still look like this?

Snickerdoodles

Although there was no fall fest due to rain, a fun day was had with our friends the Snickerdoodles.  Mugsy and Rizzo came over with Tommy and Abigail and amazingly, a photo was snapped of the three of them.  Pleasant conversation was enjoyed and i got out of my pajamas for the day, so it was a win win for everybody.Rizzo pulled a Tim and managed to insert soap into Abigail’s eye.  She was less than thrilled, but opted not to cry for the remains of our time together.  (different from Begstravaganski ‘07.)Then we all went to mass which was interesting, especially the stand up comedy the priest provided at the end of mass, when everyone with children is quite ready to hit the road.

In sleep news, Jack slept 8 hours in a row!  Unfortunately, the eight started at 6PM.  Is it strange that when i wake up to the sound of my cherub each evening, i immediately count to see how many hours it has been since he went nite nites?  i knew it had been more hours than usual because of the boobrocks i was experiencing, and was very close to pumping at 2AM (normal). 

Gloria says i should just get him to start those hours a bit later than 6.  i discussed it with him, and we concurred that 8 PM would be a good compromise for tonight.  In summation, knowing that he CAN sleep for eight hours in a row is a comforting thought.