A sports loss. . .

Why is it so hard when one of our kids looses at a sport?  I don't mean for them, I mean as a parent.  Both of my boys teams lost today and I think I took it harder than they did.  Why is that?  Yes, I am competitive, but why do I get so tied up over their stuff?   I think I felt more sorrow over Thomas and his teams loss than I did over Jacks.  Not sure why.  Tom's little team all had tears in their eyes and I was welling up too.   They just had progressed so much this year and I think all of the parents were sad too.   We watched these little seven and eight year olds learn the game and really start to understand the game.  
I hope they will all continue to play.  Thomas will move up to tackle football next year and that is a whole other animal.   Several of the boys on Tom's team will be old enough to move up and I hope that they all do.  They are all such good athletes.   Well, my time on the football field is done I guess.   I don't think they allow team Moms on the field in tackle football.  HA HA!!  Maybe I should be a coach?    Yeah, I know all the men would give me heck. 

My Dinner with Thomas. . .

Last night was crazy.  Mark went to the High School game and I was everywhere.  Jack had a party to go to and Thomas and I had to take a cake to the Church for our Women's Fellowship Fall event.  I came home after school and made my cake, now this is a homemade pound cake from scratch.   When the cake was done I took it out to cool and took Jack to his party.  Then came home picked up my cake to take to Church.  I will not make the Fall Event because I will be at the football field all day, actually between two fields today.   On the way to the Church I realized Thomas and I had not had dinner, so I asked him what he would like.  He said pizza.  That hit my hunger zone, so I agreed.  I dropped my cake off and bought my sister-in-laws white wine cake.  It is sooooo good.   Thomas had a fit for a red velvet cake that was there and one of the nice ladies at the Church said she would buy it for him.  Jo, I will get even with you for that one.  He loved it though and thank you.   Now, off to eat Pizza, like I need that. 
While we wait on our pizza Thomas and I are having a discussion about school and stuff.   They have been talking about yearbooks at school and he has been at the High School with me and heard them announce superlatives.  You know, "Best Dressed, Class Clown, Most School Spirited"  ect. . .   Well, Thomas said, Mom I want to be the class clown.  Do you think I would get it?  The waitress was cleaning a table near by and heard this conversation, she cracked up.  Thomas then added, Mom I want do it during class I will just do it when it is play time.  Then I cracked up.   I just love my kids they can always make me smile and laugh when my day is sometimes not so great.  I told him yes, he could be the class clown but I would prefer him to try for something else, like most likely to succeed.   After we ate we had to hurry back to pick up Jack from his party.   We got home maybe an hour before Mark got home from the ballgame.  What a night!

If it was not for my kids. . .

If it was not for my kids I probably would have nothing to write about.  They say and do the funniest things and just crack me up.  Yesterday was no exception.  I woke up not feeling like myself and got sick after everyone had gone to school and work.  I got up and cleaned the bathrooms and started the laundry and then got sick.  So I kinda laid around the rest of the morning thinking I would feel better.  The day seemed to fly by because the next thing I knew the kids were bounding through the door.  Yesterday was football practice for both of them so we had to hit the books as soon as they got home.
They worked on the their homework and got a snack and I still did not feel right.  They finished everything up and got dressed for practice.  Mark took them both and I went over later to pick Thomas up.  His practice ends before Jacks.  I always like to get Thomas home and in the shower before Jack gets home.   After Tom's shower he came downstairs to have a snack before bed.  He asked how I was feeling and I told him I still did not feel just right.   He said, "Mommy I wish I could be sick instead of you.  You always take such good care of us when we don't feel well.  I wish I could do that for you and make you feel better."  I just about cried.  I ran over to him and hugged him real big.  I told him that he had just made me feel 100% better.  Just when you think nothing you say or do is sinking in, the least one gives you a glimmer of hope.  That is God letting you know not to give up  and letting you see a glimpse of the fruit of your labor.

From the mouth of my youngest, Thomas. . .

After football practice we rush home to get baths and get ready for bed.  I am usually able to get Thomas home first since Jack's practice is a little longer.  One day last week Thomas was in the shower,  he is at that stage where if I get the water started he can do everything else himself, I hear him yelling Mommy, Mommy I have a hair.   I ran upstairs to see what all the yelling was about and praying I had heard him wrong.   I came in the bathroom and asked what was wrong.  He said, "Mommy I have a hair under my arm."  I said,  really?  I knew he was still too young for that, he barely has hair on his legs.    He said, "yes Mommy and you're not cutting it either.  You can cut any others I get, but I am keeping this one."  Well, you can imagine my response, I just about fell in the floor laughing.  I simply replied, Thomas boys don't shave under their arms only girls do.  He said, "oh, well I am keeping this one and I am going to name him Elmer."   After further inspection he realized it was meerly a fuzzy from his washcloth and not a hair.   He seemed terribly disappointed and deep down I was doing cartwheels.  I am not ready for puberty and certainly not ready for Thomas to hit puberty.  Something tells me the whole neighborhood will know when he hits it.  

The Deer. . .

On our way home one night last week from football practice I realized why I drive an SUV.  I was only 200 yards from our development and a deer ran out in front of us.  It was a big pretty buck, at least a six pointer.  I could see him in the shadows off to my right and I prayed he would not run out.  He did and I could not stop fast enough and we hit.   I hit him full broad side and his back was level with my hood.  It was me and the kids in the car, Mark was out of town.  I have never been in an accident before nor have I ever hit anything so I was a little shaken up.  My air bags did not go off thank goodness and I drove home.   The kids jumped out of the car to see what kind of damage was done and I prayed there would not be any deer pieces stuck to my grill or anything gross like that.   There was a fare amount of damage to my front end.  I did not know what to do so I called my brother-in-law and he said I had to report it to the county.  I called them and they said I had to report it to the Highway patrol.  So I called them and a trooper came to the house that night to right up a report.  I then called my insurance agent.  I highly recommend if you do not do have your insurance with a company where you have an agent that is close by that you change insurance before you have an accident.  I am so thankful that my agent is a hands on kinda guy.  He has walked me through this whole ordeal and taken the pressure off me especially since this all happened while Mark was out of town.  He got me a loner car and my truck is at the shop and  he even came to my house  when I called the insurance company to make an official report.  Not sure what is going to happen to my big red machine but I feel sure the good Lord above is watching out for us or it would have been worse.   I am also thankful that I was in my big red machine and not a little car.  This deer was big and if a car had hit him I really believe it would have come through the windshield.