I just became a soccer mommy

I recently commenced a first foray into soccer mom-hood. So far, so good. So far, he loves it. Especially the scoring 2 goals in his first game ever part. So far, I like it. Especially the watching him play with wild abandon and a grin glued to his face part.

Good Old Fashioned Birthday Party

 

 5 children. Party hats. Potato-sack races. Pin the Tail on the Donkey. Chocolate Cake. Lemonade. Goody bags. Party. Done. Despite a decidedly pesky wind storm that forced some improvisation. A success. Happy faces all around.

Happy Campers

Camping. I like it. These little ones, though, they love it, and seem born to a life in the wilderness.  The dirt, the sunshine, the grub, the sleeping bags, the trees, the critters, the sounds.  It's only natural they love it at this point: they need only show up and have a grand time in great outdoors whilst all the prepping and planning duties rest on the shoulders of the grow ups.  Nevertheless, we bid a happy adieu to summertime with a quick family camp out in Swan Valley.

Tin foil dinners, check.

Tent, check.

S'mores, check.

Big stick, check.

Dirty little boys, check.

Midnight visit from a moose, check.

Happiness, check.

In the summertime

...some people like to play in the sand and water. We are no exception. A quick visit to Bear Lake with Mr. J's family = sugary snacks, cousins, late nights and all-around little-boy happiness.

for daddy, from the little guys

for the mommies, from the little guys