Well it has been an eventful 24 hours at our house (of course when isn't it?) We all actually ate together on Friday night, the first in a while due to weird flight schedules for Jaesen and soccer practices that usually cause us to eat really early. If you have ever had the pleasure (or fear) of eating at our house you know that 99% of the time Jack is still at the table long into the evening, due mostly to his procrastination to eat. He would rather chat, daydream or fall asleep. We were in the process of cleaning up when Jaesen walked back into the dining room to see Jack with a flaming napkin. In shock he dropped it on the carpet. Jaesen rapidly stomped it out and then the fun started. Jaesen went on the we could lose everything we own, toys, house, dogs, cars, pictures, whereas I went for the you could burn yourself and have to have a million surgeries, be scarred for life, not be able to move right and be scrubbed with a metal brush approach. I think we scared the crap out of him. Then we were on to part 2 of our night. I got voted designated parent of our brood to take our two boys to their first school dance. The big favorite of the night was the Chicken Dance, followed by YMCA and then the hokey pokey. It was really loud and kids were running all over the place, eating nachos and candy. Jack was promptly chased down by a girl in his class and she didn't let up the whole time. It was pretty cute. Tristan got bored, he wanted to try breakdancing but didn't want to be embarrased by his lack of "breakdancing talent". I just told him to talk to Jaesen, heck if that guy can breakdance, anyone can. When we came home from that totally awesome fun, we had company over picking up a fishing rod from Jaesen (his very first money from his new company by the way!!!!). So our kids played with his kids until at 9:30 Jack ran into a doorknob and (I know you are thinking wow that sure happens a lot to that kid----I know!) really swelled up his eye and nose. At that point I basically kicked out our company (sorry if I was way too rude), dropped Savannah off in her bed, made Tristan go to bed and iced the head of Jack down. So flash forward to Saturday morning. I almost dreaded soccer after last years doses of Jack's temper tantrums on and off the field, and the bad attitude. Fortunately this year Jaesen is home to help combat the "attitude". Tristan was up first and he scored two or three goals, none of us is really sure, and he played well but not as great as I have seen him play. He made a great play when he ran 3/4 the length of the field though and saved a goal, that was probably his best play of the day. And then came time for Jack's game. We took over as coaches of his team when the previous coach's son came down with a brain tumor and they were going to disband the team. So in addition to the rest of our lives we are coaching U-6 boys soccer. Anyway, Jack takes the field (and oddly enough we were playing the same team he played on last year) and proceeds to score 5 goals! That's right you read it right, no tantrums, no yucky faces, just 5 goals. And he put power behind them, he wasn't kidding around. Another one of our players scored 6 and almost everyone scored a goal. I bet they wished they had chosen Jack to play for them again this year, although I can't really blame them for not wanting to after last year. He had a great time and it was honestly a joy to watch him having fun and being proud of himself and his team. So now the boys are all off fishing and it's just me and Bean at home. She by the way did really well for being out during her whole entire nap, and only screamed for about 15 minutes of the whole entire day. I just kept feeding her (yes I know she doesn't really need it, but sometimes that's all I can do!) and giving her ice cubes and life was pretty good. Go Strikers and Green Lightning!
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