Momma: "David, I LOVE YOU!"
David: "Momma, you are in my heart."
David: "...and Daddy's in my heart, and Jonnie's in my heart, and Thomas is in my heart. I am in my heart!"
Monday, February 26, 2007
Thursday, February 15, 2007
This is Dad hacking into the site to leave a post.
Tonight as Mom is packing to go to Nashville for a long weekend I made a comment that APPARENTLY she found funny. Granted, this is the first time I have been left with my three boys for longer than one night, but it wasn't all THAT funny. I mean, not tears in the eyes funny. Oh, and I should mention that it is important to know that two of the three are sick with the flu right now. Ok- so here is what happened: my jeep died a few weeks ago which necessitated me buying a truck. The jeep has sat in front of the house without moving for three weeks now (bringing a little bit of Tennessee to Washington!) Anyway- I merely commented that I thought I would fix the jeep while she is gone. Apparently she underestimates my abilities to a) fix stuff or b) completely ignore my seriously ill children as I cover myself in grease and oil.
Maybe after I fix the jeep, do all the laundry, and the week's grocery shopping, I will teach David how to pee sanding up and potty train Thomas. That should fill up Friday- what will I do on Saturday? I'll teach the dogs how to do algebra.
Jonathan and David have started playing soccer. They are both thrilled. Jonathan has moved up a league, which makes him feel very big. He is in the 5-6 year old league. David is in the 3-4 year old "Bumble Bee" league. They both have practice on Tuesdays and Thursdays starting at 5 o'clock. David's practice is 30 minutes while Jonathan's is an hour. This past Tuesday was the first practice. Today's practice will most likely be called off because of pouring rain.
David is so proud to be playing soccer! He has been waiting for this moment for 2 years ever since Jonathan began playing at the age of 3. It has been a long wait for him and he is so happy to be big enough to play. He is very enthusiatic about all of it.
[Coach]: "Okay, guys, I want you to kick the ball one at a time with baby kicks down to the goal."
[Coach]: "David, it's your turn. Baby Kicks!"
[David]: " IIIIII am NOT a baby!!"
[Coach]: (laughs) "Yes, David, you are not a baby. I need you to take baby kicks- little kicks, okay?"