It’s official. I’m a soccer mom.

And I’m loving every minute of it.  Okay, not every minute, not the minutes where I have to battle with my three year old to behave and stay with us and not wander off to the nearest playground and not whine or pick on his siblings.  I love every minute that I can actually watch little "D"play soccer.  He absolutely adores it. 
The “husbird” and I are sort of in awe at how good he is at it and how much he loves it, because “T” didn't enjoy playing team sports when he was "D's"age. We tried them all and nothing stuck until he found tennis when he was twelve.   

Sometimes I make the mistake of putting all my children in a box and think that because one of them isn't good at something the others won't be either.

Well, "D" is going to be our sports playing son for sure.  It just seems to come natural to him.  I'm excited for the years of cheering him on!

Alien Invasion

Help! Help!

Two of the "nesltings" have turned into aliens.

New Bike Rider

For the second time "D" learned to ride a bike.  He learned how awhile back, but then he fell and lost his nerve and wanted his training wheels put back on.  He officially knows how now.  It's so great to have four kids that know how to ride their own bike.  We've only got Baby "G" left  to teach in a couple of years. 
This summer one of my main "to-do's" was to get everyone workings bikes with helmets.  First we bought miss "A" a cruiser.  Then I found a company that sells solid tires, with no inner tubes in them.  The "husbird" was so sick of fixing flats.  Now three of the four kids bikes have solid tires, so happy about that.  That means NO MORE FLAT REPAIRS.  We needed to buy a couple of helmets.  "T"s was done for and I finally gave in and bought miss "C" a smaller helmet.  Hers never really fit her head, flopped all over.  She has the smallest head ever.   You would never know what an endeavor or work it is to outfit seven people with helmets that fit and bikes that work.  
DONE and DONE.  Feels so good.  Until next year. 
If the "nestlings" would just quit growing.

Lemon Heads

Did you know that in Mexico they call limes lemons?  They do.
The "husbird" often makes limeade, which in Mexico would be called lemonade.  Confused yet? Me too.
Anyways, it is so refreshing on a hot summer day.

When he made it today the "nestlings" thought it was quite fun playing with the empty lemon/lime shells.  
If you want to make some:

Squeeze six limes into a large pitcher
Add 1 1/2 cups sugar and stir until dissolved
Then add four quarts of cold water
Put in refrigerator to chill

(can half the recipe to 3 limes, 2/3 cup sugar, 2 quarts water for smaller portion)


Best enjoyed with some lemon heads:)

The First and Last Tooth Saga

The tooth fairy is having a hard time keepin' up round these parts.  I mean, why do children have so many little teeth to begin with?  Why can't they just be born with the teeth they'll have all their life? Do you know what it's like to have four kids with teeth falling out at the same time?  Let's just say the tooth fairy has a full time job at our nest. 
When little "D" lost his first baby tooth this week I wanted to cry.  Baby teeth are so little and cute.  Adult teeth, not so much.  He doesn't even know what happened to his tooth.  He was eating a peach outside with "C" and they came in the house to tell me he lost his tooth.  I think he swallowed it.  

Miss "C' got right to work writing a letter to the tooth fairy on his behalf explaining what happened, so he would have something to put under his pillow that night.  I'm not even going to mention that he has another lose tooth. Sniff. Sniff.  I'm not ready. Not ready for those cute baby teeth to be gone.

Then, if that's not enough, mister "T" lost his last baby tooth. Why? I mean, I know he's not a baby anymore.  He turns thirteen in August, but this just makes it official.  We've got our first teen.  Heaven help us.

Oh, I almost forgot, miss "A" is about to lose a tooth as well.  See what I mean? Three teeth in one week. Busy, busy, exhausted tooth fairy!

Tom Boy

When I picked up miss "C" from the kids club at the gym today she told me that most of her friends there are boys and then she said, "But that's okay because I'm a tom boy." 

Then little "D"chimed in and said, "And I'm a tom girl." 
C says,"No you're not, you're just an ordinary boy."  Ha Ha.

Yee haw and Yo Ho

It was cowboy and pirate day at preschool this week. 
I whipped together outfits from the halloween box and stuff around the house with the help of a borrowed cowboy hat from Grandpa.  Thanks Dad! 
Rocking our best pirate faces, at least "D" is.  He really likes to get into character.
Moco's tail adds the perfect flair to this shot.

My Superheroes

Another one of miss "C's" creations. 

 
 She is always making something,

with anything she can get her hands on. 

This time it happened to be batman and robin masks for her 

two little brothers.