Something to celebrate

It seems like I've been writing a lot about Kendle lately on my blog. We have been pretty busy with her birthday, school, and other activities, but I promise Morgan is still alive and as mischievous as ever. I've got some good material to share about him later this week.

Kendle started soccer this week and Riley once again got roped into coaching their team. Really, are there no other parents that want the supreme joy and privilege of coaching U-6 soccer? They had their first game on Saturday and can I just say what a turn around it was from last year. Riley was "concerned" because he had 4 girls and only 2 boys (one of which we are fairly certain does not speak english), but the girls totally dominated. Kendle scored 5 goals! That's more than all of last year combined. She tore it up, and by that I mean she was literally tearing her way through the other players and knocking them down to the ground. I had to reprimand her a bit, tell her not to be too rough, to which of course Riley told her not to listen to me. Hmmm...., sometimes it's not so good to have your dad as the coach.

It was a really fun game and all of the kids did well. My mother came up to cheer Kendle on, and she even commented on how much she enjoyed it. I think almost all of our players scored at least one goal so everyone felt good about the game. I of course did not have my camera, but I so wish I could go back in time to get the perfect shot of Kendle jumping in the air after she made her first goal. Classic. Last year she did not even want to touch the ball and would just meander around after everyone. I think this should be a much better experience (for her and her dad). We decided to celebrate and went out for some lunch and ice cream afterwards. It was a really fantastic day.


Later that evening this is what I saw:

































Oh, it's amazing what a small fleeting moment of your children getting along can do to your heart. They were laying there and laughing together for quite a while and so I had to quietly sneak and go get the camera because these moments don't come along very often. I'm glad I did. This was also a moment to celebrate.

My little example

photo via flickr

The other night Kendle was coloring at the kitchen counter and singing a variety of songs like she tends to do. She sang "I am a Child of God" and then stopped and said:

(Kendle) "I really like that song mom."

(Me) "Me too. What is it that you like the most about it?"

(Kendle) "When I sing it, it makes me feel reborn. I just feel so good."

She went back to singing and coloring and I just sat there for a minute and said a little thank you in my heart to my Heavenly Father for sending this little soul to our family. I don't know if she even really knows what being "reborn" means, but she has a shiny little spirit that is a constant example to me.

Kendle is one of those individuals that are totally black and white with no gray area. It is totally one way or the other for her, and she won't just take a one line answer for something, she wants to KNOW. Our children are meant to teach us, as much as we are here to teach them. That is a major mom lesson that I am learning.

Grade School Flashback

Today while I was on the treadmill I was watching "The View" and their special musical guest was..........


get ready.........


oh no they didn't...........





New Kids On The Block

They have gotten back together and are attempting to make a comeback. They performed their song "Single" off their new album "The Block" and I have to say that I was bopping along with it as I ran. Not only that, but they brought back some of their sweet dance moves for the performance. At the end of the show they performed "Step By Step" from the old school and I'm not ashamed to admit that I remembered all the words.


Them back in the day:
















Now:

















While interviewing them, Elizabeth Hasselback was totally flustered, because like me she had been a huge fan back in the day. I always had the biggest crush on Joey McIntyre and I used to have a large poster of the NKOTB on the outside of my bedroom door that I think one of my brothers ripped off in some disagreement we had. (anyone want to fess up to that one?) I probably had it coming after making my family endure endless hours of "Hanging Tough" and "The Right Stuff".

As I was watching the grown women in the audience singing along to the songs, I thought back to an Oprah show where she had David Cassidy on and all of the middle aged women were going wild. I couldn't believe they were still ga-ga over some guy that was popular in the 70's. Now, admittedly, I am one of those people enthralled by the possibility that my favorite boy band from grade school could be making a come back.

I remember in the third grade I literally thought my life was coming to an end because I wasn't able to go to the Tiffany/NKOTB concert. I had to listen to my friends talk about it for weeks while I seethed in silence.

Yeah, I know there is a certain amount of cheesiness that is associated with boy bands, but sometimes I like a big slice of cheese. It's that inner-suppressed-teeny-bopper that's just dying to get out.

Easy Monday

We're still at the 'rents for the weekend.

Kendle enjoyed camping out with grandma last night, the wind blew against the tent all night but grandma says she slept soundly.

Riley got up at 4:30 to do some hunting.

Morgan has had his fill of licorice, suckers, cookies, and other treats grandma has spoiled him with.

The wind is blowing here in Eastern Oregon and it is chillly. Did I bring a jacket? NO.

It feels like fall.

Making our way back home this evening, and will spend my night preparing for the school week ahead.

Hope you've all enjoyed a nice, relaxing weekend!