Eamon (7th grade) and Maggie (6th grade) are in the middle of CYO basketball playoffs. Maggie's team is very good, as they have played together for three years and she's quite certain they will take home the trophy. Maggie is so tall, strong, smart, and fears nobody on the court. She's a beast and I love to watch her play. Eamon hasn't hit his growth spurt yet (late bloomer!) but that doesn't stop him from dominating on the court. He is an incredibly smart, generous point guard with a nice shot. He scored three three's in the game last night and his coach told him after the game, "That's why I always tell you to shoot more!!" Gosh, I love watching him play too. Total basketball mom over here, I admit it, and I'll continue screaming from the stands to prove it.
We've been watching old home videos of the oldest three boys (back when we had a gigantic video camera) and it has been a good reminder of how we need to be raising our youngest set of boys. The older boys were so innocent and easy to please! We didn't have much, they didn't expect much, and they were so sheltered from the world. I've been having lots of conversations with the older kids about being good examples for the younger ones, and trying to dial back what we allow them to watch on tv. It's a weird transition to go from raising only littles who watch VeggieTales, to raising all ages, because suddenly our 3 year old can use an ipad and watches the Avengers. Our eldest wasn't allowed to touch screens, or watch anything slightly questionable until he was so much older. Anyway, it's been a good reminder to try and keep the littles little as much as possible. We've been praying the family rosary and watching old episodes of Dora the Explorer :) Brendan has been telling me how much he wants to marry me when he's a man, and even though I explain that I'm married to Dad and he will find his own lady to marry, he insists it will be me. My little motherboy.
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