Summing Up

Good Morning, Blogland! (How are ya?) We had a fast fun weekend here. I started out Friday with a baking frenzy - I made 24 cupcakes, a pan of bars, de-stemmed, washed, and bagged 16 cups of grapes, and made a double batch of pumpkin muffins (24 regulars, 12 minis, and 6 xtralarge). I took the bars and some of the muffins to our church's boutique, which was really fun, and then took the grapes and the cupcakes to Sally's last soccer game. Stu's mom, Tina, came for the weekend, and she was able to watch Sally in action. Have I bragged enough about Sally? She is THE defensive player on the team, hanging back and guarding the goal. She also makes a "eeeyyaaa" noise when she kicks the ball, which just kills me. Stu's Auntie Cyn and Uncle Jeff also came to the game, and our friend Jaymarie (former blogger) and her two girls also came to check out those Pink Panthers. Sally had a great cheering section (thanks, everyone!) for her last game of the season. Grandma Tina took the kids to Chuck E Cheese while Stu and I went to a dinner party (thanks, M&K!) and I should host a guest writer, because she has lots of funny stories to tell about the kids. I'll tell you just one: Before they got into the car, Sally says, "Grandma Tina, do you know how to drive Mommy's car?" (If you know Tina, you know how funny this is. She can do anything!) Then, while in the car, my back-seat driver says, "Grandma, are we on a free street?" "You mean freeway?" "Yes, are we on a freeway?" "No; why?" "Because it seems like we are going very fast." People, she's six. Can you imagine how much worse this will get in the next ten years? Thanks for watching the kids, Mom. They love you so much. Thanks for flying out to see Sally play soccer - you know she'll never forget that.

And, before I go, a funny Samuel story. He's talking really well, and wants to make conversation, but he really doesn't have much to talk about. He's been waking up in the middle of the night crying, so we think he may be starting to dream. So the other night, he'd woken himself up and came into our room, reciting the magic words, "Mommy, me scared!" So he climbs up to our bed and lies there, wide awake. It's 4:00 am. It's dark. And he comes up with this conversation opener: "Mommy, what movie this?" Huh? "Baby, there is no movie on. It's the middle of the night. Go to sleep." After a pause, he says, "Oh." If I wasn't so tired, it would have been very very cute.