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.