if only...

If only I had enough time in my day to complete all the things I would like to. Of course, what parent doesn't think the same thing. I know that I am not in a unique situation, I am fully aware that it has everything to do with priorities. I had a friend/coworker tell me the other day, "I don't think you are happy unless you are busy." I don't know, maybe she is right. I would much rather find something to do with a few "free" hours than sit at home. It makes me appreciate the days like I had today even more. Between church and picking up the house, I actually got a nap!! Now, did I clean every nook and cranny that needed it? Um...never. But, I did wipe out the windowsills and even took my fan apart to get the dust off of it. That seemed like enough for one day, and definitely worth a nap, right?!? I needed the nap, I was out past my bedtime last night. I scrapped at Robyn's and her cat scared me half to death so I had a difficult time settling down to sleep. I had taken one load of supplies to the car, left the back end open and went in for the second load. When I came back out, I had one of those moments of what I realize is irrational fear, where I thought to myself, "I should not have left that open, what if someone crawled into the backseat while I was in the house". Just as I was pushing the thought out of my mind, an object comes flying through the air at me from inside my car. Apparently I had startled her cat who decided to explore the inside of my car. With the scream that left my mouth, I made sure I went in to tell Robyn that if anyone came knocking on her door asking if everyone was OK, that it was just me, and that I would eventually be OK. Tomorrow I will try to take a couple of pics of the layouts I finished yesterday...



Here is a pic of Maya at her very first outdoor soccer game. It was so fun to watch her. Her first experience was with indoor soccer at Chapel Hill, two years ago. Back then, if someone asked me if they could come watch Maya play soccer, my response would be, "Well, you can come see her, BUT it is questionable if you will see her actually play. Her idea, then, was to run around the gym, holding hands with her friend and running just fast...or slow... enough to not get to the ball first.





So, when she decided to play this time, with friends again(Gracie and Kendall), we made sure to tell her we would like to see her touch the ball on occasion. Well unfortunately Chris can't make it to her games because of coaching Keagan, because he would love to see her. It is so fun to see her. You know, either she picked up some skill by osmosis from being near a field so much of her life, with Daddy and Keagan always playing, or she was actually watching some of those practices. The girl has some moves! She got a goal this weekend, and after we drove to Keagans two games out of town. She HAD to leave her shin gards and cleats on for those(5hours with all that gear on! ugh). I think she thought it made her look cool in front of Keagan and his teammates. She looks up to him so much...



This picture is obviously of Keagan. In the picture it appears as though the ball is standing still. I am 90% sure, though, that it was actually kicked hard and went straight into the goal. I know I did get a pic of his goal last week, and this is the only one I came across when reviewing all the pics that looks like he was taking a shot on goal. He is such a good boy. I just wish he wasn't so hard on himself. I think he gets that trait pretty honestly, but in combination with the fact that he wears his heart on his sleeve makes for an over emotional mess at times. How do you teach your child... especially male gender... to be less sensitive? When so often that is an important trait that grown men lack. When it is so often a trait that will serve him so well. I guess what I hope is to teach him how to control it, not how to break it...as if its truly a bad habit. Ugh...parenting... not an easy job...and one that has been weighing heavily on my heart. I get so caught up in being frustrated with him, when really it is more that I am frustrated with myself for not knowing how to help him.



Alright, I have a feeling I'm rambling. Could have something to do with the fact that I should have gone to bed a while ago. Again, will try to post scrapbook pages, soon.