Soccer, Minnesota and HOMEWORK

The boys ended their soccer season a week and a half ago, and it was a great season - only 2 losses. They had fantastic coaches - really professional, invested guys - who we've had for 4 seasons and we are really going to miss. In the spring the boys need to either "move up" in soccer or drop that sport. Time will tell . . .

They had an end-of-the-season pizza party in which the coaches awarded trophies and gave a nice little talk about each of the boys. It was a proud moment for Mark and I. The head coach couldn't say enough about Noah and Jack - I wish we would have taped it. He said Noah was the best listener, most obedient, soft-hearted guy on the team and that every other kid could take a lesson from his behavior. :) And he said Jack was by far the most determined. Big shocker. He said Jack was "never say die," never, ever gave up and didn't EVER want to quit playing. Yep, that's my babies!
This is Jack, winding up to kick the ball (or do you only wind up to throw?? whatever.)

And Noah

A week ago, we headed to Minnesota to spend some time with Mark's family, since the kids had a long holiday weekend. It was good to get AWAY from our crazy routine. We mainly relaxed, the kids jumped on the trampoline, and of course . . . . some cards were played.

One day we made a quick trip into Minneapolis to Dave and Buster's (think Chuck E. Cheese on steroids with gourmet, grown-up food). Spent 3.5 hours there stuffing our faces and playing all manner of games. Totally fun.

Three generations playing skee-ball. Doesn't get any better than that.

Anyway. Flag football finished today - the boys ended the season with a great win. We are now sport-free. I may or may not be totally over the moon about that. (I'm not mean - it just helps with the schedule).

Somewhat.

What does NOT help our schedule is 3rd grade homework. Oh my word. I distinctly remember a bunch of us girls asking our 3rd grade teacher, Mrs. Darnell, if she wouldn't PLEASE give us some homework (we were unenlightened at the time and really thought homework was a sign of being grown-up and cool. Oh the innocence of childhood). Anyway, she assured us we would NOT be recieving any homework until 6th grade.

Well.

Times have changed.

Both the kids came home with HOURS of homework this weekend. Over the WEEKEND. Is nothing sacred anymore?!? It's unreal. I'm just trusting all of this homework at the age of 9 will result in two Rhodes Scholarships.

In other sporting news, it's a rough time to be a Vikings fan. Although today they got a little pick-me-up with a win over the Cowboys.

As for me. . . . . I'm drowning in the book of Isaiah. DROWNING. But there are certainly worse places to be. :)