Soccer, dudes

Emma is playing soccer this summer through a community center program. She enthusiastically dons her soccer "gear" (athletic shorts, sneakers, and, holy mother of God, a COMPRESSION SHIRT. They make compression shirts for preschoolers? Emma wears a 4 or 5 in a kids shirt. What business does a 4 year old have in a compression shirt? I digress) before each lesson. She happily does the little dribbling drills. She is quite pleased with her chance to attempt a goal. When the kids split up for a scrimmage, she quits. Don't get me wrong- for a kid who totally eschews (SAT word alert) social contact, I am impressed with her willingness to try. But what is different about doing the drills and playing a scrimmage? I don't get it. Somehow, in her little brain, drills are fine, but scrimmages are terrifying.

Unrelated, but yesterday, Josh gave himself a mohawk.

He went to take a shower, then came out and sat on the couch. Nonchalantly turned on the TV. Slowly turned to face the gaping hole my bottom jaw left when it dropped to the floor. "What?", he calmly asked.

Then started cackling. This is what passes for humor in our house. Pictures to come.

(I know I always promise pictures of a particular event and fail to follow through, but on this one I SWEAR. You have GOT to see this...)

In which I ramble pointlessly for your satisfaction

For lack of anything better to post, but in an attempt to post more frequently....

1. Cousin Laurie got us these fabulous robes in Japan. We are compelled to perform martial arts when wearing them. (Seester, wtf is the bottom half of your body doing?? Hovering? You are GOOD.)

2. Old pictures from the fourth of July that I should have posted sooner:

Jacob is the pied piper of all things explosive

Josh has mastered Wizard level 14

Jacob is working on Wizard level 1

Dex is the cutest junior wizard ever.

Emma is working on her calendar model poses.

3. Emma has named her newest favorite toy (a tiny plastic bear) Stiffy. Do I intervene?

I posted two days in a row. I need to go lay down....

My new car

My new car is... expensive.



A week or so ago, I noticed a big flap (for lack of a better word) cut into the wall of a tire. It didn't look good, so Josh took the car to a tire shop. Indeed, it was bad. And apparently, there is some rule about replacing tires in even numbers, so he bought two. They are "low profile" tires (I have no idea what this means, just parroting the information as I have received it), which means they were pricey. Ouch.



It didn't really bother me about the tires until this last weekend, when Josh managed to spray paint my car. With spray paint. With all of the spraying of paint that involves. Onto my car. To put it simply, HE SPRAY PAINTED MY EFFIN CAR. It was an accident of course, he tells me. He took it to a car person of some kind (spray paint-scraper-offer?) where he was given an approximately $200 estimate.



Between the two of us, with running over things and reckless painting, we have racked up over $550 in car repairs.



Lordy.











Megan and I are once again hitting the road. This time it is the bustling metropolis of Stillwater, OK (pop. 20,000-ish), where Karin will be taking up residence. (If you are thinking to yourself, my, I don't know who this Karin person is, but she sure moves alot, I understand. Megan and I are nodding our heads in agreement.) Again, we are dragging a baby along (hers) and riding in the same car (mine). We don't typically have good luck on vacations, so start crossing your fingers for us now. As long as no one dies, almost-dies, or throws up, I will consider it a success.




I have been putting some serious thought into updating my blog more frequently, but that is as far as I have gotten.

Ideas:
1. Post daily
2. Post on a schedule
3. Post infrequently and apologize alot

So far, idea 3 has the most momentum. Why try to stop a train that is already rolling, ya know?

Hello out there

Okay, I know, jeez. Get off my back already. (OK, actually, no one has bugged me about this, I was just feeling guilty.)

Recent stuff:

Emma turned 6 on June 26th. The following weekend we had a party, which was, in my utterly biased opinion, a smashing success. Again, Megan was responsible for photography. At this rate, she may as well just start blogging for me on her site....

It was a "gardening" party. Each kid got to pot a plant to take home. The girls were delighted.

They worked hard at this fun and not-surprisingly messy task.

Dex brought over a spoon. He thought it was an intriguing snack. (That is his "I think I just ate a non-food item" face. We see that one alot.)

Winner of the favorite gift award went to my mom, who got her this snorkeling set she had asked for, complete with creepy plastic face in the package. (I know- we live in a landlocked area. Let her have her little dreams. The bathtub is full of water, anyway...)

Hooray for the genius at walmart who turned the cake upside down before enscribing it. That soccer ball is now floating in a lovely green grass sky.

We also recently went to Dallas to visit Michelle and Jacob, but I only have a couple of pictures. Most were taken on mom's camera. (Would like to have pictures of that anytime now, mom. Pleasethankyou.) It was as fun as a trip with small children can be. More pictures when I have some.