Well today my son had his most exciting soccer game. It is so fun to watch him. Their standings are 5-1-1. I feel bad because I enjoy him winning but at the same time this is his first team. Shouldn't he be loosing? I think he would probably learn more from loosing. Plus he thinks soccer is so fun right now but what if he was loosing would he think soccer was so much fun? I am very proud of him. He passes when the other kids are all about the glory. I think he is going to make an amazing player. I have dreams of him playing in the olympics. Probably not but I will always be by his side cheering him on.
Ry is my eldest. He was also my smallest baby. He was our only little peanut born at 6 pounds 5 ounces. He was the cutest baby. Really he was. Every day I took him out everyone would stop me, I mean actually turn around come and find me and tell me just how cute he was. I can remember looking at him at the hospital thinking he is the cutest baby I have ever seen. Now I will be honest I didn't feel that about the others although they were cute. Strangers would come to me and want to hold him. He can still make me feel that, but he can also make me feel the opposite. The whining, the hitting his brothers, and the screeching. I have to remind myself that he is loud because I am loud. I should really carry a picture of my little peanut in my back pocket and pull it out at the hard times. I think I would be a much better mother.

This is my first ever blog. Well if you could call Facebook blogging than technically that was my first blog. I have 9 minutes exactly to do this because Survivor is coming on. Does that make me lame? Hey I have four kids I am allowed to be lame. I don't feel lame though. It interests me to no end to see how relationships develop. And why the hell does everyone forget its a game so quickly? They are totally taken aback when someone does something evil. Its a game moron, a game for a million dollars. I was very sad a couple of seasons back when Terry lost. He was like the ultimate Survivor player but sadly he didn't win.
This is my favorite time of day when all the kids are in bed. You can look at their beautiful faces and remember why you love them so much. There is no more yelling or timeouts just peacefulness. I guess I am blessed though because a lot of my friends don't have kids in bed at this time and are still yelling at them. I tell them they need to see the Supernanny.
Most days I do feel like I am playing Survivor with my kids. Are they going to vote me off? Probably one day when they are teenagers but for now I get to stay in the game. I really hope I win the million dollars.