Messy cars and morals

Ok, so today I devoted almost my entire day to football and cheerleading. I do this every Saturday for a very long time. Like through November.

The day started out quite wonderful. I went to Target by myself. Wow! Went to yoga, again by myself. Wow! Two places in one day. Then I hurried home to get three kiddos ready for Will's football game. This included getting Hanna's ENTIRE uniform (we struggle at this!), including her hair bow ready in advance, because we wouldn't have time to come home in between games (of course she wouldn't just WEAR the uniform). We go to Will's game and have a leisurely time. Boys score mucho touchdowns and I'm enjoying conversation with women my age. WOW! I definitely should have known there was chaos in the future.

We leave the game, arrive at Mimi and Papa's with 20 minutes to get Hanna ready. Is the uniform in the car? Not that I kind find until....I drive all the way home which is 20 minutes out of our way and realize....in the midst of freaking out about my car being messy I stuck the uniform in the under compartment of the car and...forgot! OMG! Of course I realize it was in the car the whole time after....I lecture Hanna on being selfish and how she was more worried about herself than helping me get everything ready, blah, blah, blah.

Soooooooo, the moral of the story is...when things are going good they will always go bad and don't freak out about your car being messy!

The Hand that Rocks the Cradle

Today's blog is courtesy of Tim Russert's book, Big Russ and Me. This is a book I bought for my husband,   of which he has yet to read one page. I decided too. On the second or third page I found a quote that still fascinates me,

"The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world." (Of course that would be my hand, so you go figure why I like this quote so much!)

Wow!

Bits and pieces

Ok, first things first. You are probably wondering why I'm up this early. Well, I'm actually always up this early, but today I was going to run. I was all dressed and outside when I noticed the lightening. Bummer! Upside...Zac goes to school today for a full day. Wow, just me and Abby. Kind of bittersweet.

Lots going on here yesterday. Kids went to school. Zac and I slowly recovered from his party. Slowly being the key word. At one point I actually drifted off to sleep on the floor of Abby's closet. Does it mean you are getting old when you can spontaneously fall asleep anywhere and I mean anywhere?

Will went to football, Hanna acting and musical theater. Drifted off to sleep with the Chiefs playing. Please tell me they won!

So, Hanna has to try and cry in her next acting class. We are currently thinking of ways she can accomplish this. By thinking of ways, I mean she is talking about it non stop, we are giving her ideas, and she of course is rejecting all of them. KIDS! I will keep you updated on the crying just 6 more days to go!

Tummy Aches for Zac...

Today was Zac's birthday party. As I  am writing this (with 10-month-old in hand because she had too much sugar and WILL NOT SLEEP) I am feeling rather disgusting. Quite odd when you are talking about your 4-year-olds birthday, right? Well, not if you ate a good portion of the cake! Which I did, and will probably do again in another month when Will turns 9!

The Cox family had fun today. The whole family pitched in to get ready for the party, which for me, was more fun than the party itself. Now that I think about it, there wasn't one fight today. Maybe we should throw parties more often. Perhaps I have just discovered a bit of genius!

The real fun began when this was delivered...

This was our Spiderman bounce house. They bounced and they bounced and they bounced. Will came inside at one point and said, "Wow, that really tires you out." Which of course was the plan.

Here's our little Birthday Boy (notice, no paci) as he takes a break to pose for his mom.

and here he is with some of his buddies...

and here he is washing away all the sugar from his second piece of cake right before bed (in case you were wondering, this is a perfectly acceptable time to have cake, because if he doesn't I will and that is not acceptable!) (you might also wonder why is left hand is cupped and not lying flat on the countertop, yep he's hiding the paci)...

So, as I sit here with a tummy ache and maybe even a few extra pounds I marvel at my baby, Zac. He is such a rough and tumble little guy, but his heart is soooo big. (this weekend, he did tell a friend he wouldn't be his friend anymore but we are pretty sure that was just a small glitch in his overall good personality.) He makes me laugh everyday and life would not be complete with out him. I will eat until my tummy hurts any day to celebrate this little guy!

Paci's and football

No new fabulous pictures, but still some stuff to share. I've had lots of paci questions. Well, he still has it, loves it, covets it. Just not as much. I remember Chris telling me one time, "It's not how you start, it is how you finish." That is my mantra. I'm not sure I see the finish line quite yet.

On the same note, Abby now is in love with the paci. Somehow we went from her having it only in her bed, to it being her favorite toy. Yesterday she was crawling around with one in her mouth, and one in each hand. She was in total bliss. Our future is dim.

We are completely submerged in football. Seriously. Do I like this? For about 10 minutes, and they were up a long time ago!!! I guess I should clarify. I loooove watching Will play. I loooooove watching Hanna cheer. Past that I don't need much more football.

By the way, in case you didn't know. Hanna informed us that cheerleading is just as important as football. So there!