Fall Fun

My kids look forward to this pumpkin patch every year. My husband almost squashed their dreams and decided since we had already carved pumpkins that we didn't need any more. I had to explain to him that it isn't about the pumpkins. It is about creating memories. It is about being together as a family. It is about time. It is about getting so muddy that we had to take our shoes off before getting in the car, and still having them sit in the garage to be cleaned. It is about being able to go through the corn maze. It is about being able to push a wheelbarrow to put the ideal pumpkin in. It is about being able to play on tractor after tractor. It is about being so cold, you think you might actually lose your hands, and your nose. It is about picking up a pumpkin, knowing it is the perfect one, then looking around to find THE perfect one, time and time again. After all, would it really be so bad if it was just about the pumpkins?

Beauty and The Beast

I took my daughters to Ramona and Beezus today. It was quite the heartwarming little story. I swear I read these books as a kid, but couldn't remember much of it. It gave me the gentle reminder to love my kids despite the challenges they bring. No matter how many times they really do squeeze the toothpaste all over the counter, or decide to help themselves pour a glass of milk, or make a pb and j sandwich, only to turn the kitchen into WWIII. Or the times it gets a little too quite for my liking and I have to go find my middle child getting into a little too much make-up, making her look like she is ready for the streets. These little moments too treasure!

But really, it is moments like the conversation with my middle child that really are worth treasuring. Also, that make me a little scared to see what she will be like when she is a teen!

While watching the end of Beauty and the Beast today:

P to Mom: I wish I was Belle.

Mom: She is really pretty, huh?

P: Yeah, but I just want to have TWO boys fight over me!

The Killer Bees

Last spring, while Brett was away at school and we were talking about the difficulties of him missing family things he very casually mentioned something to the effect of how he could even coach soccer if he were around.

He doesn't remember this conversation at all.

But that doesn't matter, because I did.

And of course, being the responsible and loving mother and wife that I am, I decided he should coach. Without even knowing if we would be here, I signed him up to be the coach of the U-6 league our daughter would be in.

Fast forward 6 months: the Killer Bees go on to have a 3-5 season. Not the season the coach was hoping for! He was patient and great with them although talking to him you wouldn't get the sense he felt that way.

He was so excited last week for the last soccer game....until I asked him what he was talking about. I had to inform him that it was the same league, the same players, the same team and the SAME coach for the spring season. If looks could kill, I wouldn't be typing this today.

I must say the kids really improved their soccer skills. Their listening skills can still use some work.

Way to go Killer Bees! Until the spring, wink wink.