My dear sweet Andrew, I just want to rescue him. He is running cross country this year, not because he wants to but because we decided he is. He really wanted to play soccer, but only if his father coached, and then Matthew wanted to run cross country and Abbey is in crew, and Isaac is playing soccer and that makes for busy Saturdays. So we “talked him into” running cross country with Matt just to cut down on one less place to be. He has been such a good sport about it and really tries so hard. 2 years ago he never noticed if he came in towards the end-this year he does darn it, and there is no way to make that feel better-other than to tell him there are millions of kids who are sitting on their duffs watching Saturday cartoons instead of running miles. It doesn’t really bring him solace but it’s my best shot so there you go.
Jeff and Andrew roped me into playing Guess Who Mix and Mash. It is a cute game. I am awful at it. I am 42 and lose at kid’s games constantly. I have no logic/deduction/deceit/stradegy skills.
Here is Jeff telling a story. From dog chasing, to bumper sledding, to pool hopping at night, to braces getting stuck together, the stories go on and on and on.
Patrick only eats the tops. Isn’t he nice to leave the rest for the next person?
Abbey loves making Resurrection Rolls. Do you know what those are? It’s basically a marshmallow dipped in butter and then in cinnamon sugar, with a Pillsbury crescent roll wrapped tightly around it, which is then dipped in butter and cinnamon sugar again and baked. They are delicious I must say. Heavenly, I just can’t resist that word. It is a Easter type of dessert that symbolizes, because the marshmallow is supposed to “disappear”, the resurrection of Jesus. It seems sort of sacrilegious to symbolize Jesus with a marshmallow I think, and pretty far-fetched and weird. Here Abbey is using her religious teacher voice to describe it all to me and we have a bad case of the giggles. Besides I told her, as you can see, her marshmallows didn’t disappear so major fail on that fancy lesson.
By the end of this post you must think all I feed my kids are sugar. We had to make one last run to Mr. Freeze.
Crew! A new sport for us. I am always up for a new sport. 🙂 I thought we tried them all, but apparently not…
That is Abbey second to last. And my niece Hayley, first, the coxswain, and a darn good one (and cute one) I might add. That is a hard job-all the pressure is on you.
Abbey is loving it. I missed her first regatta, but my sister took great pictures for me. I was home with the little boys because they had cross country, and Jeff went to the regatta because it was in a city where Isaac is also looking at a college, and Jeff hadn’t visited yet and really needed to. So they went to the regatta for awhile, went on a college tour, and came back to the regatta. It also happens that this all took place in my hometown, which I was desperately in the mood to visit. Darn! If you don’t live in your hometown, don’t you ever just still get a little homesick for it? I don’t often but during fall and then again at Christmastime I just do.