It has been some time since I posted last...don't really know where to begin. The boys are all playing basketball games every weekend. Honestly, I haven't really gotten into basketball. It's kinda boring. Sam's games are pretty hilarious. Most of the kids are picking their noses and pulling each other's hair braids. Yes, girls play too! Conner talked us into playing on two teams this year. He's playing select and Upward(church league). I haven't encountered parents quite like the ones on Conner's select team. I swear, some of these parents really think their kid is going to play in the NBA one day...or has a slim chance. Ummm??? They scream, swear, jump up and down, and pound their fists when something goes wrong with a referee call or a kid missing a shot. Oh yes, they really do yell at their kid...and mine. Which is a little irritating considering the fact that I am sitting right next to them. I have considered saying certain tactful words to these parents, obviously reminding them of their immaturity:-), but I married a guy who pretty much lets everything go, including some "not so nice" words from ranting parents. He controls the scene in the gym for me, thankfully. However I have to admit victory is sweet and these boys work really hard. In their preseason, they won every game and it was awesome to see.
I am in the midst of nursing school. My face is in a book at all times of the day, and yes, if you need assistance wiping your butt one day when you cannot, please call. I have trained to do these necessary activities of daily living and do them well. I know, it's gross. But somebody's gotta do it. I have learned so much in the amount of time I have started my clinicals and I love working with sick people. I'm not sure if it's a gene or an environmental factor, but helping people that can't help themselves is a true passion of mine. I've also been able to teach my kids a lot about me. I am not around as much which means they don't get everything at a moment's notice. Life doesn't revolve around them and that's good for them to know. But I appreciate my time with them so much more than I ever have. They have become big boys. My time has become shorter with them and it makes me ever so grateful for the time that I do have. The picture above of all 3 of them is just a sweet reminder of how blessed we truly are. I couldn't ask for anything more...well, maybe my own chef at home or a million bucks, but I'm not complaining!!
