Soccer Season

After spending a couple hours at J & M's soccer games this morning, we came home ready to tackle some gardening & sewing projects. Talking on the phone to try and locate some raspberry starts, I heard my still-for-another-6-weeks-baby's voice: "Mommy, you dwop me off at socca pwactice?" I quickly finished up the call, walked around the corner and found this cuteness:

My heart nearly broke that there was no practice for him. So I hugged him, took some pictures, then offered him lunch instead. He took it like a champ.

Where the boys see if I can fit a little humble pie into my ever-expanding waistline

Tomorrow is Clint's birthday, which is always exciting because it marks the beginning of 4 full months where I am not older than my husband. (Happy birthday, hon!!) Today, the older boys went shopping with me. On the way back to the car, I told them I felt like I had a basketball stuffed inside my shirt. They laughed. Then I asked if that's what it looks like. They both disagreed. One charmer said my stomach is WAY bigger than a basketball; it would have to be the biggest basketball in the world to fit in my stomach. The other sweet-talker said my stomach isn't shaped like a basketball at all, as a basketball would take up MUCH LESS space.

I felt like an idiot for asking their opinion. And like a goofball for thinking my pregnant belly is even close to the size of a petite little basketball. Thanks for clearing it up though, boys!