This week was John-Paul's CYO Basketball Awards Banquet. He was so excited to get a plaque AND a trophy for the season. He's such a cute little baller.
His coach said something encouraging about every boy on the team, and said when he thinks about JP (as he likes to be called on his sports teams) he thinks "Effort, effort, effort!"
For being one of the youngest (and sometimes basketball-challenged) members on the team, it was really nice to hear.
The other kids enjoyed the "banquet" part of the night!
I'm back on the WW bandwagon. I love WW philosophy that you can basically eat what you want but not all day long and not in huge portions. My health insurance pays for my WW membership up to $150 so I am going to use it until I reach that point. And just so you know how weak I am when it comes to food, I already have gone over my points every day.
Swimming lessons ended last night. No more views from the nosebleed section, chasing Xander up and down the bleachers. How else will we spend our Thursday nights?
|JP and Andrew|
So I've somehow started this new tradition where I take a walk after dinner (or whenever, really) with one or two kids. Usually whoever is my favorite that day (don't even tell me you don't have a daily favorite!) After Eamon's speech appointment on Wednesday, we went for a quick chilly stroll around the block and he picked me dandelions. Every mother's favorite, amiright?
I really wish I had started doing this earlier. First because then I might not need #2 above, and secondly because kids really love one-on-one (or two-on-one) time. Which leads me to ask - how do you give your kids that individual attention?
Today is my husband's Feast Day! He is my real life Saint Philip, if it's possible to hold that title without actually dying, then yup, that's him.
Xander has a major celebrity crush. Her name is Dora. He talks about her all day long, sings her songs, and references Boots and Map like they are his buddies. It's hysterical!
|Dora, my love.|
|Xander's slice of Heaven. Chocolate milk, thumb in mouth, and Dora on the tube.|
Oh, I thought of something! Last night I was leaving the gym after a kickboxing class with all the kids (Phil babysits twice a week for my brother's kids). I had Xander on my hip and two others near me and two more up ahead. This lady who is probably 50 and does a lot of the same classes I do stopped me and said "Woah. Three kids?" I laughed and said "Nope. Five." and pointed ahead to the other two. She says soooo loudly "Five kids? What are you, like 17?" I smiled back sheepishly and said "34" and we continued walking out. Now I know I was dressed in a Franciscan shirt and shorts with my hair in a ponytail and acne on my face (at what age does that stop?) but come on. If she had only looked at my tired eyes and wrinkles galore she could have seen I was not 17 and not announced it to everyone around. Phil and I get these comments every.single.time we go anywhere (and we go a lot of places). I don't know if it's because we have so many young kids, or that we had them while we were young, or that we are one of the few families that have more than 4 kids around here. Anyway, I guess I should look at it as a constant call to be a pro-life example in this world. But maybe people could stop being rude about it, just a little? I can take shocked, but not rude.
Have a wonderful weekend full of only nice comments about your family size!