I AM the Newest Soccer Mom

It's official! Reid has started soccer, and we have now learned that even for 4 year olds, soccer is BIG here. With practices twice a week and games on Saturdays, combined with Church Choir/Mission Friends on Wednesdays, Reid's calendar just became full. I am still questioning just why 4 year olds need to practice that much, but at least Reid absolutely LOVES soccer! He even told me that he loves it more than T-ball. So, I am now a card carrying member of the "Soccer Mom" club.

As if this week couldn't get any more exciting, my big baby starts Pre-K on Friday. I know that I will probably shed many tears that day, but really I am so excited for Reid and can't wait to see his mind grow this year! He loves his teacher already and cannot wait to go to school on Friday. (Mommy sob)

Seeing as how our lives are beginning to get busier, I decided to have a last week filled with fun things. Yesterday, after running errands (fun ones for me--maybe not for the boys, except for going to Toys-R-Us), I took the boys to McDonald's all by myself. They did wonderfully, so afterwards, I even let them play on the germ infested playground. All 4 had a blast! The only meltdown came when we had to leave. Chase decided he wasn't going to leave, so he sat down in that kid jelly leg form, only to be joined by Logan. I carried them out, with Reid to man Parker. I was quite a stress ball as we made it to the car. I began to question my intelligence at that point. What kind of crazy person takes 4 kids to lunch by themselves?

Today, we met Reid's friend Emily at the Splash Pad for some good water fun. Reid, Logan, and Chase were all soaking wet and had a wonderful time. Parker, on the other hand, had lots of fun too, but only his arms and legs got wet. He would not put his whole body in the fountains. After, we ended our fun day with shaved ice, which Parker proved that he loved, by eating everyone's treat.

As for the triplets, they turned 20 months on Tuesday. I can not believe that they are getting so big. I really noticed it when we got back from Jamaica. They are talking so much more now, using their words to ask for things that they want, and Chase and Parker are starting to form two-word sentences. One of my favorite things to see is when they give each other hugs. It is absolutely the sweetest thing.

Finally, here are some pictures from this past Saturday. I really need to get better at bringing the camera with me, because the splash pad would have made for some cute pictures (or maybe Jason will get a new camera, so that I can always have what is now the shared family/Jason's work camera with me).

Jason played Daddy on Saturday, while I went with my mother, sister, and sweet niece to the American Girl store for her birthday--which is another blog in itself, because it was so much fun getting to do girlie things for a day. Jason took the boys to the park all by himself, so at least I married someone who is just as crazy as I am!

(The quality isn't the best because he took these with his phone.)

Back to Reality

We are back to life and reality after a wonderful 8 year anniversary spent in Jamaica. Jason and I had a wonderful time relaxing and getting burnt to the crisp. Just a little FYI...SPF 30 doesn't work in the Caribbean for extremely white people like me. The boys did wonderfully for my parents. They seemed excited when we got back, but then cried horribly when my parents left (more than they did for us). It only got me thinking that maybe we should go back for another week?



So, today, I decided to finally give into the fact that I had to go back to my day job (which is also my night job, weekend job, etc.). The boys were out of every last snack in the house (they snacked good while we were gone-he he!), thus forcing us to trek it to the grocery store. The most important item on our list (in Reid's mind)...more Spiderman bandaids. We grab them first thing. Reid decides that the only one fit enough to touch them was himself, so he began carrying them. Once everyone was handed a snack to tide them through the store, he decided that he couldn't hold them and his snack, so he allowed me to place them in the basket, so long as they were hidden in a spot that Parker (who was riding inside the cart) couldn't get to. Reid finished his snack and then moves everything on top of Parker so that he can get to his much loved bandaids. We get to the produce section, with an overflowing cart that Parker can't fit into anymore, so he gets out to walk, holding onto Reid (this seemed to be the best option since Logan and Chase were riding in the front seats of the cart). Of course Reid can't hold Parker and his bandaids (read--Parker could possibly touch them) so he puts them on the bottom rack of the cart.

We finally make it to the check-out line, after a Reid/cheerio bomb throwing incident in the cold section (yes--and my wonderful husband had the nerve to ask if his arm was good enough that he hit his target), and with 8 extra hands helping me unload, I spot the one precious item--the bandaids--make it to the scanner. I was equally proud because I actually had a coupon for those loved boo-boo fixers. We get home, unload, eat lunch and go down for a nap, and then it is that I begin to rethink and remember that I never put the bandaids away. After all the hoopla, we didn't make it home with those dern things.

So now I am wondering, how bad is it that I am already contemplating the when and where of our next vacation.