My brother called last week and informed us that one of us Marine buddies would be flying over our house. The kids were all excited as we waited to hear the chopper blades.
And someone else was too. The kids are used to this sort of behavior and hardly bat an eye at their weird Dad who tries to embarrass them constantly-or just to make them laugh.
His "coach" is from England and is so cute, and is also just great with this age group. After listening to him talk in his awesome accent, my Matthew said, "I'm going to go live in England one day." I said, "Sounds good to me, I'll visit you often."
I needed some new recipes and love, love, love this this book I bought. Really family friendly. I am hoping to work through the whole thing this summer. I am sure my family is hoping so also since we've had my grilled chicken or spaghetti or calzones again and again and again. I'm burning them out.
The weather has been gorgeous lately but one day a storm rolled through...I thought the sky was beautiful.
Matt won the 2 mile race for his class-his 6th grade class started training for the race that the 7th and 8th graders have to participate in next spring. The two top 7th graders were very interested in Matt's time anticipating some fierce competition.
There is always someone laying on my kitchen floor. Why is this? There are more comfortable places in the house. (Notice the soccer uniform-sans socks and shinguards, which I made him take off since it was close to 90 degrees all day.)
I never did a Mother's Day post, but mine was perfect this year. Super low key just the way I love it. I sat and watched this soccer game as the day came to an end.
This week's agenda: Exams for Abbey-super stressful, glad it's not me, trying to be supportive, graduation for Isaac!!!-party on Saturday, Patrick's last week of preschool-can't believe it, Matt and Andrew hanging in there for one more week till summer vacation.