…is real over here! Q believes in indoctrinating the girls with soccer early on in their rearing. And, as you can tell, Q already has his game face on… This is the face I imagine when I envision our girls bringing home potential mates… Good luck boys because this man loves to lift weights, but he LOVES his girls MORE!
I think she’s pretty. And she’s SO intent on the game. And with that hair, she fits right in!
I love her. If she could have, she would have been biting her nails when the Chile and Brazil game came to PK’s!!!
I started an account on MyFitnessPal. Holey Moley! Um, surprise, I’m eating too much! Gaining control of portions will definitely lead to successful weight loss. Pregnancy is not my friend and I was sick every day, after every meal, so I got used to eating whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. (This happened with Sooner as well.) Bad news – once you stop throwing up all the calories you consume suddenly count. The good news is that I stopped getting sick.
Now that the dust has settled on this tiny person joining our family, it is time to find my new normal.
So, we don’t know the gender of this baby. We have our suspicions since we make girls. If it is a girl we will be thrilled. If it is a girl we have all the clothing already. If it is a girl we already have a name and SISTERS, and a continuation of my girls. Other people ask if we will keep trying for a boy, as if THAT is why we decided to have this baby in the first place. As if you have to have both to be happy or complete or…be a real mother. GASP. Yup, I’ve had this said to me.
Stereotype based on Mommy’s I’ve met at the park, play dates, church and LIFE… If you only have boys you are a Mom of boys. If you only have girls you are a Mom waiting to have a boy. This is how I feel and I feel annoyed.
Stranger at Target yesterday. “You don’t know the gender? I hope it is a boy. If it is a girl, at least healthy!”
Old Lady. “It is probably a girl. That is probably for the best since girls are easier than boys.”
Friend. “I hope you have a boy so that you understand parenting.”
I could do a whole post devoted to ridiculous quotes by well meaning people. But, rest assured I am a good Mom to two beautiful tutu wearing,
Team Pink or Team Blue this baby will fit into OUR lives. If YOU disagree on the gender God has given us, you should probably save yourself and stop talking.
This family loves you so much and can’t wait to meet you.
Mommy, Daddy and Your Big Sisters!
Life is about
Pulling your big sisters hair while she’s sleeping…
And laughing about it.
Eating mango by the creek after a long hike…
And playing soccer with Dad.
Riding in your first parade.
And sidewalk chalk.
Just in time for Duck Dynasty.
Did you miss us? I missed it/you!
It’s been awhile! We’ve been up to many an adventure!
*Explaining to those that don’t even crawl yet that this is a SOCCER family. That we kick balls and don’t throw them.
*We took the doors off the Jeep er -Arsenal Mobile- and went off roading.
*Hiked up to a beautiful lake for Labor Day, North of Estes Park.
*Took a road trip to Nebraska for a wedding. We had LOADS of fun with friends and family. Gooner realized a wig with multi-colored curls is better than her own…
* Gooner grew up….again.
*Sooner learned that this is a running family: she has to either endure or love it if you want to go to the park afterwards.
* More hiking…surprised?
* Q started traveling more with his job so time together is SUPER special…
*And I tried my hand at door swag.
*This post is not about pumpkin spice OR politics. Shocker.
So time for SOCCER!
Is your family the more a football or soccer family? Oh, and Gooner stepped in dog poop while playing soccer. Dog poop. Ew. And she thought so too. And then she accused the next woman walking her dog that it was HER dog’s poop that she stepped in. It wasn’t. The poop was old and crusty. She informed the woman that she should pick up her dogs poop. The woman started discussing poop etiquette with three year old Gooner. Hilarious. Gooner…confrontational? Um, the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Sweet child of mine.
Sister came to help out.
Please note the pursed lips.
Thanks for helping Gooner! Check out Sooner’s hair!
The hair on top is making up for the baldness in the back…
Her First Arsenal Game.
At some point I will blog about something than my children and handsome husband. But not for awhile. Life is too short to spend time telling you about my workouts and eats! For reals! At least right now. I’m spending my days reassuring my eldest that she is loved and cherished and THE BIG SISTER! She has a big twin bed ALL for herself. This makes bedtimes interesting.
I spend the other part of my days holding, loving, and kissing the littlest. And cleaning up after she poops on herself and ON me.
CLEARLY I’m NOT THAT BIG! (Oh wait, maybe just a little…) It’s the coat guys! ;)
Seriously? Anyway, this is a pic from our last soccer game of the season. Don’t let the sunlight deceive you…it was FREEZING. The game was IN the mountains as Q got to play at the Air Force Academy. Gooner is drinking my “foffee” as quickly as she could…NOT for the caffiene or sugar….but for the warmth. Of course! I’m smiling because we all know that once I try to stand up I will be a one act comedy show. Also notice the lady sitting by me in the picture: S. She is my favorite soccer watching partner and both Q and her future hubby play well together. It also helps that Gooner and her get along very well…
We took pictures by a HUGE bomber.
We bombed a LOT of the Pacific with this plane.
There were a LOT of Asian tourists who did NOT speak English rushing around smoking and taking pictures. I found this interesting because if I had to guess I would bet that this plane, or one very similar, bombed their home countries. Hmm…moment of irony perhaps? Always an interesting thought….
Have you ever visited a museum in France? They look at Normandy QUITE differently than we do and it was hard to see pictures of our history in that light. I was NOT laughing when I saw pictures and read signs displaying the superiority of the French over the Americans SO it surprised me to see others acting differently…like HAPPY to see a plane that single handedly caused MASS DESTRUCTION. I don’t know. Have you ever thought about it or experienced it?
On a happier note, we are experiencing a LOT of snow. It is FABULOUS. We LOVE LOVE LOVE it!
First off, making anyone SNIFF your shin guards is wrong, gross, and digusting. Do you need a reminder?
Before we were dating, Q asked me to sniff his shin guards. Um no.
THEN, he said that since we were getting married I needed to sniff his shin guards. Um no. We are married and I have never sniffed his shin guards. Sadly, I chose to snap a photo instead of protecting my daughter from the nasty smell that are shin guards.
Oh blech! We gave her a lolly pop for her pain and suffering.
Her response to the nasty smell: wwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee, STINKY!
Oh, and Q’s team won 18-0.