Saturday morning was four soccer games. Apparently all of my kids won their games even though Maggie only scrimmages her teammates and they don't keep score!
Thank God John-Paul's game ended about ten minutes after the rain started. Let's just say my shower drain was a little clogged after these conditions.
Sunday morning I awoke to my little princess.
Don't even tell me he's not a princess - he has a wand for pete's sake.
C'mon Mom, it looks like a gorgeous day!!
I'll even try to eat your hand cream if it'll help get you out of bed faster.
It worked, I got up and went for an 8 mile run.
I think I'm going to run the same half-marathon in March that I did last year and two years prior to that. It's going to be on St. Patrick's Day this year which I think will make it extra festive. I only want to do it if I feel really ready to run it under 2 hours again....so we'll see.
In the afternoon, we took the kids on a hike:
I got wildflowers galore:
Eamon always walks like this:
Phil says: "Bridle trail. You'd think it would be hard for them to walk in their white dresses."
Saw tons of these. Or maybe just the same one fluttering by:
Rocks to climb on:
And big brothers to help you get down.
John-Paul says "If you put this on the computer, write how strong I am"
(I think he just wants to impress Lotus)
Babies in sneakers crack me up:
It would have been the perfect weekend if only the Patriots had won. Urgh.