One year ago today

It was a Tuesday. Lucy was a mere smiley babe:

Sam has enjoyed his Thanksgiving Feast at school:

And Ian enjoyed the company at his Feast:
Max was on his way to being toothless.

And Tom and I were coming of of a high from FSU beating Maryland (and an in person viewing in the freeing cold!)

I think my cat IS trying to kill me

This is just too funny not to share. If any of you know my cat Bunsen, he's the most loving, snuggly kitty out there. He's always sitting on my lap, sleeping in my bed, and, oh, wait...

How to Tell Your Cat is Plotting to Kill You

Pink Glove Dance

Take a peek at this - it will make you smile:

Tasting toilet paper

As any good one year old would do, Lucy decided to taste the toilet paper. She's been wandering around with it putting it in her hair, dragging it around the house, and wiping her face off with it for weeks. But until now it hasn't passed her lips. Well, it wasn't quite the taste that she was expecting, and it came right back out. Guess it's a bit grainy...you know...like toilet paper can be.

Just like Sam

Lucy climbed right up on the bed with Sam and slid in right next to him to see what he was doing. She's gotten the idea that the Nintendo's are cool, and occasionally make noise, but she's really starting to figure out that the boys can get them to do all kinds of magical things!

The agony of defeat

Max's indoor soccer recreation team got their butts handed to them on a platter today, and my kid walked away smiling. Amazing what teaching kids the value of playing a good game verses winning the game will do - it actually works.

Max has always has a great attitude whether he wins or loses, and it was nice to see that smile today after their really ugly loss. The team that these kids were playing against were not only an age division up from our team, but they clearly had been playing together for at least a few seasons. They came out swinging and never let up. We barely got going in the first half, and the score looked terrible. But our kids never gave up and they played as hard as they could for the full 50 minutes. It was really impressive to see some of our kids getting beat and then picking right back up and chasing down some of the older (and bigger) players. The image that sticks in my mind is one of our smallest player, a 7 year old, going up against one of their bigger players - our player came up to the shoulders of this big kid. Our player wasn't going to let that phase him, and he kept at it until the popped the ball out and then he took off with it.

So, the kids got their teeth knocked in today by a much older more experienced team, they played their best, and Max was clearly proud of his effort. Oh yeah - he scored a goal on those kids. And yes, two of his teammates did too.

And suddenly it's the middle of the night.

And the worst part is - you only realized that it was the middle of the night because you got cold - really cold. Yeah, it was your body shutting down. The worst part? Your hubby, who normally gets up with the kids, is in another state. Not the state of unconsciousness, but an actual other state, and you are on the hook for the AM routine.