A Soccer Weekend

Taylor had a soccer game on Friday evening. It rained almost the entire time! It was miserable.

Joe fashioned a slicker for Spenser out of a garbage bag he found in the car. She did not like it. Can you blame her? It's not exactly a fashion statement! (Joe just said that it's better than some of the stuff he's seen on Project Runway. Yes, I make him watch it with me ... when I remember to watch it. We usually watch the re-runs on Sunday afternoons.)

And Jack and Mason under their "tent" to keep dry.

Joe came home from work "early," so I took the 4 younger ones home and Joe and Taylor stayed. We were drenched.

And Carter had a soccer game on Saturday morning. He was the goalie for the first quarter. He has only been goalie in practice before. I was so proud of him. He had 3-4 saves, but the other team did manage to score against him a few times.

I cheer a lot from the sidelines for my children. But, on Saturday with the pulled muscle in my chest, my cheering was limited. I tried to cheer and clap, but the pain quickly reminded me to knock it off!

My chest is now feeling a little better. Things get worse before they get better, and Saturday was definitely the worst. I could barely sit or stand without assistance. I could not bend over. I could not cough (or would not cough). Joe said I was "fake coughing," so it wouldn't hurt. And Joe had to help me into bed and roll over! At least now I can do most of those things alone. I'm still in a lot of pain, but comparatively, I'm better.

And on Saturday afternoon, I finished my boy bunting / flag / banner for the front porch. Now, here's my concern. There was a newborn recently kidnapped in Missouri and the news is warning new mothers not to put birth announcements in the paper and on signs in your front yard.

I believe I live in a safe little town. The population is 1,000 (which I thought sounded high when I read it in the newspaper). We live on a dead end street. I have a security alarm (we brought it from our other house because Joe travels a lot for the Army and I'm a scaredy cat alone). Most neighbors don't lock their doors (I do ... all day long ... but that's just me!). We've rarely had any problems, other than someone trying to break into our barn in the back (before we moved in) 6 years ago. And there is a man on a moped who has been doing yardwork for a neighbor who creeps me out. But besides the creepy moped man, I feel safe and happy here.

So ... now I'm not sure if I should have Joe hang up my boy flag. Any opinions?

(Oh, and I'm supposed to go to the OB this morning ... Doesn't today seem like a nice day to have a baby???)