Date Night

So Nick and I decided that we should have a "date" at least once a month from now on.

Last month we had date night planned out but Gage went and got himself a concussion and we thought it would be in bad taste to leave him here alone. (Calm down...we didn't really consider it...for long)

So we're all set to try again this weekend.

Gage is watching Layla. If he gets hurt before then I'm gonna ground him. The End.

New Do

So I'm definitely a short hair kind of girl. Love it!

Digging through the archives.

GO BEARS!

So Layla's got some serious school spirit!
9-26-08


9-25-09


Also...can someone tell me when my baby turned into a little lady because I missed it.

Missing the old guy today

Unfounded fears? Not so much!

So Gage has never played football before. Wanna know why? Because I don't like games that can SERIOUSLY injure my child. I think that's perfectly reasonable and I don't care what anyone else thinks about my fears.

I finally decided to let him play this year because he has been strength and conditioning training for two years and is much stronger than he used to be. That made me feel a little better. Seeing his first scrimmage did not. They hit each other hard, as I have previously mentioned. Hard enough that you can hear it from the sidelines and that sucks.

Tonight after practice Gage called to see if Nick was almost there. It was about 10 minutes before the normal time and I told him he'd be there soon. He sounded weird so I asked what was wrong. He said nothing but still sounded weird. I asked again but he still said nothing.

Fast forward 15 minutes later as he's walking in the door with Nick. I ask what's wrong because Gage looks like crap. Nick tells me he got hit pretty hard and blacked out on the field. Um...WHAT?!? He BLACKED OUT on the field. Oh and he didn't tell his coaches. Because he didn't want to be a problem. Genius.

Now he's out for a week. The doctor's note says "head injury". Yeah, that's a concussion.

So thanks Gage for proving why I had a very good reason for not wanting you to play in the first place. Could you please knock that "proving me right" shit off?

Milestones

So my baby, my former shy to the point of tears baby, is now the student leader for her class. In order for her to be voted in she had to get up in front of her class and give a little speech about why she would be a good leader for them. No biggie? YES BIGGIE!

This is the same girl that, just a few years ago, would cry if a stranger tried to talk to her. The same girl that wouldn't leave my side. The same girl that would only play at her best friend's house but would rather have her come here. The same girl that would still cry on the way to her best friend's house because she thought she might just miss me too much.

This is what she used to look like all the time. Notice you can't see her face...that's because she would always look at the floor. (First day of preschool)



She's not so shy anymore. She's a leader :)

Role Reversal

So if you know me and have spoken to me in the last week you're probably sick of hearing how awesome I think my son is. If that's the case you should stop reading now.

Because he's pretty freaking awesome.

It's like he's a new person...the kind that doesn't fight with his parents and remembers his stuff. All of his stuff. Last year he would forget the most simple things...he'd leave his books at school or get things signed by us and forget to turn them in. This year already he has about 52000 things he has to remember and he's having no trouble at all. It's like his brain tripled in size or something. I like it.

On the other hand...

When Layla got home from school today I saw that her completed homework was still in her folder and asked her why.

She forgot to turn it in. Along with her planner. And she forgot to take her glue sticks out of her bag.

Oh shit!

How is it Monday already?

So the first week of school seemed to last forever and the first weekend lasted all of five seconds. Now we're back to it and I'm exhausted already. Gage is busy...always busy.

His schedule makes me tired just thinking about it. The poor kid has to catch his bus by 7. He gets out of school at 2:15 and has to go to the locker room and change for football practice at 3. We pick him up at 5 on Mon, Tues, Fri. On Wednesday he has a football game at 4 and on Thursday he goes straight from football practice to baseball practice until 8. There's homework every night until 10ish. Sundays are baseball double headers. That leaves his Saturdays to catch up on any homework he was too busy to finish during the week.

Are you tired yet?

6:30am and I are not friends

So years ago I used to watch this kid, Sam. Layla was nine months old at the time, Sam had just turned one. We were broke and really needed money and there was no way I was going to put Layla in daycare so I asked around and Sam's mom was just about to lose her daycare. Seemed like it was meant to be.

It was not meant to be.

I never could really figure out why it sucked so bad. Sam was a sweet baby. He was an only child so he was pretty independent already, not too demanding. So why couldn't I get my shit together and keep watching him?

This past week (first week of school) I figured it out. Watching two babies, even chill babies, when you're dead tired is just plain hard. Almost impossible. If only Sam hadn't come at 6:30 in the morning things might have worked out. I've been getting up at 6:30 this week and I can barely function. I don't know how I ever took care of two babies that early in the morning. I know, I know, other people do it every day. Well bully for them. I like sleep...a lot. Sleep is my friend, 6:30am is not.

Excuse me while I go get more coffee.

Bears win 40-8!

The official first day of school pics

So I made Layla copy Gage's picture because it's funny that's why. Notice it's dark out when Gage leaves at 6:45 to catch the bus by 7:00. Layla hasn't actually left yet because for some stupid reason her school doesn't start until 9:15...so dumb. Anyway, I've only cried for like a minute so far so that's good. Oh and at this very minute Gage is sitting in his AP Macroeconomics class. That makes my stomach hurt.

Holding back the tears

So here are my 9th and 3rd grader. sigh.

All About Nick

So I told Nick that my next post would be about him and the reasons I love him.

I love him because he rocks and all that mushy stuff...obviously. But there are the little things that I love about him too. Like...

I love that he knows the foods that I don't like but still gets me to try them every couple of months in case I change my mind. Hi plain M&M's...where have YOU been all my life.

I love that he can fold the most awkward shape into the perfect square. Give that man a fitted sheet, tent, swimming pool...he'll fold it.

I love that after he burps he loudly announces "That was me!"

I love that he can pack an ungodly amount of shit into a car. If you think it won't fit you're wrong! He'll make it fit.

I love that he's a nerd. He's a hot nerd but still a nerd.

I love that he makes the bed. It's always perfect and nice and tight with no wrinkles...love it a lot!

I love that he lets me pay the bills because he knows it would drive me crazy not to know exactly what is gong on with the check book.

I love that his hobbies are fairly cheap. This does not mean I won't bitch about them when it comes time to lay down the cash but in the grand scheme of things it could be worse.

I love that he lets me control the DVR.

I love that he sits with me at Layla's dance classes. Not many dads are there but if I ask him, he'll go.

I love that he drives whenever we have to go somewhere we've never been. I think he probably loves that too.

I love listening to him laugh when he's watching football, it carries through the entire house and whether I want to or not, I laugh too.

I love that he never questions what I spend at Target. Even though I feel like I have to explain, half the time he's not even listening.

That man is a keeper.

September

So every year at this time I start to get sad. Sad that my kids are getting so old and sad that I can't see them all day every day and sad that they don't need me nearly as much as they used to...except that Gage needs me for my car.

Every year at this time I also get happy. Happy that my kids are getting so old and happy that they won't be in the house all day every day and happy that they don't need me nearly as much as they used to.

My son is starting high school people...and I can think of a million reasons why that fact sucks and a million more why it rules.

While my friends are watching Noggin with their kids I am watching my kid tackle giants and smash baseballs and be generally hilarious. I am shocked at how fast time has gone by but I love where we are.

My daughter is starting third grade...again, I can think of a million reasons etc...

While my friends are carting their kids to preschool and kindergarten my daughter is becoming the "buddy" to kindergartners at school...a role model for them.

It's a good time. I am a lucky lady.