Organized Sports at 2 years old…

Well, organized might be a stretch…

Carter started Mikro soccer today. He is supposed to be 3 years old but he is 2.5 and when I called to ask if he could play they said he just needed to be able to follow directions. I figured, on a good day that is possible so let’s give it a shot.

Size 3 ball in hand we showed up. I had dinners packed to keep his sister at bay.

It was chaos! Right from the get go there were kids falling apart, crying everywhere! I prayed he was not one of them…and he was not. My little 2.5 year old was a champ. Then two kids fell while dribbling the ball, and they cried. Then you see a parent scoop up his kid…another kid won’t get out of the net the whole time…he’s like a dolphin caught in a tuna net.

Then the parents…oh where do I start with them. HELICOPTER!!!! And the complete opposite, talking on the phone, blah blah blah…soccer dad muttering beneath his breath…”They KNOW how to RUN! Why is she making them run? This is soccer, teach them SOCCER!”

Then there is the kid who just took off and played in the stream the whole time.

My boy had a few moments of distraction…like when the landscaping tractor for the city drove by THREE times…come on, that is like crack for my boy…any type of heavy machinery transportation. We diverted him pretty well, but I did get it on tape.

All in all, I was really PROUD!


This is my sons favorite “ride”

He’s funny. No, I mean, he’s really funny…he may be two and a half, but I swear this kid has a sense of humor.

But in all seriousness, he calls this a “ride” and if you put a quarter in…he will smile and laugh for a full minute!

What Would You Do?

Here’s a little game I like to play from time to time called, “What Would You Do?”
All completely hypothetical (wink wink)…

Todays, WWYD…

What would you do if your foster daughter came home from a visit with her birth mom (first visit in over a month).

And your daughter is 18 months old…

And it is 36 degrees out and snowing…

That's right size 4! Reminder daughter is 18 months old

Reminder today in Wisconsin it is 36 degrees and snowing

Worlds Shortest Non Fiction Story

Hemingway is said to have penned the worlds shortest story – just six words: “For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.”

Today, all on his own Carter narrated what I believe to be his first non-fiction story, one that may rival Hemingway…he said,

“Carter likes Pizza Pizza. The end”

Genius this one…GENIUS!

Watch Out Hemingway

Happy Spring



Look at that face!

Carter calls this the Butterfly

It’s an unseasonal 79 degrees here in Wisconsin and everyone is itching to be out and about. Last night I took Zoe for a long walk pushing her little car thing and she was right out of “Driving Ms Daisy” she waved and said “Hi” to every dog out for a stroll all while clutching her pine cone she found. The kids ate pizza dinner on the front porch and played outside until 7:00 pm. That’s usually when Zoe goes to bed. But, it was too beautiful out.

Over the weekend we had two egg hunts. One was at the park across the street from us. It was great, the kids got to see their friend Isa and their bio sister who is three, Alia. They are all so cute together, holding hands…priceless!

Carter did just as suspected for the first egg hunt…the Easter Bunny motioned the start and he ran….and ran…and ran…that’s right, while all the other kids ran until they reached a pile of hay with eggs hidden in them….my son just ran. It was hilarious! I had to guard a pile for him and motion for him to come back. Our kids really don’t eat candy anyway, but the hunt is fun.

Then on Sunday our friend had an egg hunt in her massive backyard. This time he got the hang of it. He really wasn’t himself and eventually ended up tossing his cookies all over the back patio. After that he felt great. But him barfing is usually the first sign that his asthma is going to flare…and sure enough, he had to skip school monday because he could hardly breathe. I diverted the ER visit by getting an appointment with the Dr. and after he got some oral steroids we were on our way to breathing better. I am starting to get a better idea of when he is going to be in trouble and what it will take to turn him around. But all the seasonal crap in the air triggers his asthma.

Tonight we are picking the kids up early from school and heading to the lake to have a picnic dinner, ride bikes and maybe fly kites. FUN! Tomorrow I took a sick day and we are going to spend it at the zoo. We figure all the sinners will be in church so we are cleared for the zoo 😉 And then who knows what on Saturday and then Sunday to grandmas for Easter BBQ chicken on the grill!