My Little Goalie

Mitchell is playing soccer for the first time this fall. Just like on his T-ball team, he's the chattiest and silliest one of the bunch. He's still getting the hang of the game, so I'm really happy to have caught this on tape!

Mitchie, M.D.

Mitchell rushed home from school the other day to tell me about what he learned in science. Before I knew it, he had grabbed a bunch of ziplocs from the kitchen drawer, ran around outside to collect some stuff, and then proceeded to give me a lesson about "non-living things" in the "ecosystem". What fun to see such enthusiasm!

Mitchell Reading "Ten Apples Up On Top"

As goofy/silly/kooky as he is, Mitchell (5 1/2 years old) is reading even earlier than his sisters did at his age. Who'dathunk?!

Wait...when did that happen?!

From the time my kids were born, I constantly heard, "Enjoy it - they grow up too fast!" I guess I was too busy keeping up with kid after kid to stop and ponder that statement. I was just anxious to have them all potty-trained, in preschool, and able to dress themselves, hoping for some bit of relief Mommy duties.

Well, while sorting through laundry this morning, it finally hit me. I had to do a double-take on a pair of jeans. Mine or Lindsey's? Yup - in 11 short years, she has slowly but surely become more of an teenager than a kid. There were subtle changes in the last couple of years:


"Ew - I don't wear pink."


"Yea, go ahead and clear out most of the stuffed animals in my room."


"I can't think of anything I want for my birthday. Can I have cash?"


"The 'kids' are too noisy. Would you shut my door?"


"I can't find mine - can I borrow your zoris?"


"No, I don't want you to read me a bedtime story. I'll just read on my own."


"May I have more salad?" (When did she start liking salad?!)


"Look, Baachan! I'm taller than you!"



Ugh. I guess I have to accept it. Instead of missing my little girl, I have to enjoy the brief moments of childish behavior she occasionally displays:


"Where's MY kiss and hug?" (when I say good-night)


"Can you cut the crust off my sandwich?"


"Mooooommy! We made up a song for you!" (but if I videotape it, she says, "Don't put that on Facebook!")


Lucky for her, I had technical difficulties, so I oouldn't post the crazy song and dance she made up for me. I will, however, add a goofy photo to document her silliness...


I love you, Lindsey girl!