I'm not greedy!

Ok so Oleesia plays soccer and she L-O-V-E-S it. She gets this really intense look on her face and she moves around the field almost like she's dancing sometimes. It can be really funny to watch because she's seven-years-old and is still in the learning phases of soccer. She only has eight games in the fall league and this season she's playing for the Red Dragons. It's an all girls' team and I think everyone is in the 2nd grade. Did I mention she LOVES to play soccer?

So last week, September 25th, she was playing and managed a hat trick. That's THREE goals in the game. Remember we're talking about seven-year-olds here so they don't play with a goalie right now. Goals abound during the course of the game. This week, October 2nd, Oleesia had her next soccer game and they didn't have any subs. Four girls were missing for the game. She was getting really tired by half-time having played the whole time and it was a really fast paced game. Oleesia had a scored one goal in the first half and really was tuckered out. Fortunately, snack time equals half time and she got a break for bit. During half time I just told her to do her best because she was doing so well, but she wanted to get another hat trick like last week. Maybe even one better.... Not greedy at all!

Oleesia came back to the 2nd half of the game with a vengeance and scored her 2nd goal of the game. WooHoo! She was doing well. I told her one more for her hat trick, but no, she holds up two fingers. She wanted the four goals! A few minutes later, Oleesia had her hat trick chance. The ball was inches from the goal.... AND SHE SCORES! GOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLL for the Olee Poe!!! And is she satisfied?

No!!! I want one more she tells me. I let her know to just stay focused and do her best. Time ran out and Oleesia had to settle for 2nd hat trick, but left the game wanting.

Not greedy at all!

Great game Oleesia!!

It's what's for dinner!

As I'm laying in my bed this morning, the first morning of a three day weekend, Olee and Shae come piling into my bed with me. They're being silly as usual and it's first thing in the morning so they're in great moods. Lucky me! I'm not quite awake yet, but I'm getting there and they want to discuss dinner tonight.

Olee asks, "Mom, what are we having for dinner tonight?" I'm not really prepared with an answer so I'm thinking when Shae decides to answer for me. Matter-of-factly she states, "Groundhog, probably." I'm wondering where this came from when she starts listing off the sides for the groundhog. "Fans, lightbulbs, lamps with lights all tossed in a salad." Of course, Olee starts giggling like crazy and they both go nuts about other things they would be having for dinner tonight. Bears' feet, bears' legs and a whole bunch of other nutty things. Silliness reigns supreme!

All I really have to say is: All you groundhogs out there better watch out. You're what's for dinner. Forget beef! And if it means you don't see your shadow on February 2nd then I'm all for it. Who needs six more weeks of winter anyway?

"In Between" is NOT a place!

So this may seem like a really dumb argument, especially when you consider the two sides of the argument are not children. Yes folks, we're talking about grown adults in their 30s. Ain't life grand?

My supervisor and I were talking about when I would have my coaching session for the week. I asked him if I should plan on it when I returned from my lunch. His response was, "Yes. Unless I'm not here because then I'm there, but if I'm not there then I'm in between." My answer: "In between in not a place!" Thus the argument began. Sigh. Really, two grown adults. One man. One woman.

The woman states, "In between in NOT a place, because you're not here or there. You could be anywhere or somewhere."
The man says, "Yes it is, because I'm not here or there, I'm in between."

We even pulled another "neutral" 3rd party into it. It was another man. We wanted a decision on who was right. His remarks were that he could see both perspectives. Really folks. Someone has to be right and I vote for the woman! Me, of course.

You can be here, there, anywhere, somewhere, everywhere, and nowhere, but clearly "in between" is not a place. Notice the similarities in the above list of words. All of them have "ere" at the end. "In between" doesn't have the letter 'r' to make the "ere".

So we put it to you fine people.... Is "in between" a place? Let me know!

Injuries are for the girls!

So this is my first blog post really. My 15-year-old son, Chris, thought I should write one about my daughters, but I felt it would be more fun and interesting to write about all the crazy things that happen to our family. I'm going to start with some recent events.

I wasn't feeling well on Tuesday so I stayed home from school, only to hear from Derek, my daughters' father and my ex-husband, that he was taking my baby girl to the doctor because her arm was sore. This was all via text message so I just asked that he let me know what was up. As it turns out, my 4-1/2-year-old daughter, Shaenin, had cracked her collar bone. It's a break, but not all the way through the bone. It made her arm sore and she didn't want to use it a whole lot and the doctor said she needed to keep it in a sling for at least a week to rest it and let the bone start to mend. Apparently this is a common occurance and it's not unusual for kids to break their collar bone and on top of all that, it'll mend on its own as long as she rests.

I'm just wondering why I have FOUR boys and TWO girls and my girls have managed to break, split and bruise more than the boys. Shaenin has cut her eye requiring stitches and split the back of her head requiring staples. Then there's the collar bone. Oleesia, my 7-year-old daughter, has been to the hospital for a gash in her head, also requiring stitches.

All four of the boys play lacrosse, two play football and one plays basketball and I think just my 14-year-old stepson, Blake is the only one who's been injured, breaking his collarbone, his foot and his finger all on separate occasions. I just don't understand it!

So back to the broken collar bone... Shaenin apparently dove onto her dad's bed and did a very quick log roll from the middle of the bed and went FLYING off the bed. After she landed on the floor, she smacked into her baby brother's crib with her collar bone and that's when it cracked or broke or whatever.

So my little Shaenin isn't exactly a petite little girl, but she's not this big bruiser either. The one thing she is is a rambuncious little monkey that doesn't realize that she can really hurt herself. She's a ton of fun and full of energy, but whew! she doesn't stop unless she's asleep. Then she's just a big cuddler.

I have no idea how to contain her energy, but I'd love to bottle it and use it for myself, just to keep up with her. I love the monkey!