"Game On!"

Yes, spring time is here, and the sounds of summer are usually not far behind. Zach, after taking a year off from T-ball to play some soccer, has triumphantly returned back to the T to try his skills once again. From what I've seen so far, he hasn't missed a step. A few pix from Saturday's game:


Poetry in motion eh? Not to be biased or anything, but Zach really does have one of the best swings of any kid I've seen play.


He's still learning just what that glove is for. Catching the ball, I say. Weighing him down with no real purpose, he says ha ha.
After the game we loaded up the car and went to the YMCA to have Emmy's end of year soccer party! I say loaded up because we catered this thing proper! Hot dogs, nachos, fruit and vegetable trays, and Sam's cupcakes! of course everyone went swimming:


This one is kind of a neat one. It's almost as if Zach is being beamed back onto the Enterprise in mid jump! I love action shots that make people say "How'd he do that?"


Me: "Hey Emily, it looks like you have a giant beard of water!" Emily: "Well maybe that was my intention DAD!" Me: "Was it?" Emily: "No...just a coincidence..." Me: "Hey, we all wish we could have beards that full!"
And yes, Emily got a cool trophy:


As usual, Emmy's smiles are hit and miss. This one seems to fall in-between. At least she doesn't look annoyed lol.
After the party we went and drove around some of the neighborhoods that got damaged by some of the SIXTEEN tornadoes that managed to touch down between Texas and Oklahoma! Yeah, sixteen! Somehow our neighborhood managed to avoid them, but some of these houses weren't so lucky:




Something else, isn't it? Mother Nature is truly a large angry woman with too much free time.

Sunday morning we went to the Girl Scout office in Fort Worth to pick up Emily from her Diva camping trip! She got to go since she sold 1,000 boxes of cookies. Afterwards, we went to Rosa's for lunch. While we were there a certain little boy named Zachary wanted to play with his kid's meal toy...on the ground...instead of eating. So I asked him repeatedly to get off the floor and sit down, which he refused to do. So I took him to the bathroom and gave him a swat on his bottom. Well he cried, sure, but he was okay for the rest of the day. That night we sat on the couch together, man to little man, and I wanted to make sure he understood everything that went down. He looked down for the most part and nodded when I asked him if he understood. Why is it when we're kids we always think the parent enjoys spanking us...then when we are the ones doing it, it dawns on us that this isn't what it is at all. It's pretty agonizing knowing you were the reason they cried in their rooms for what seems like forever. I always make sure Zach and Emmy know that I love them and always think about them when they're not around. Time just zips by and kids never stay kids for long. Always getting older, bigger, more independent, until finally they're big people. So glad I live in the digital camera age where I can preserve these things and visit them anytime I want.