after gracie's triumphant return, the next game was against the team she played the first time. & that team was why she didn't want to play anymore.
i think the girl standing next to her was one of the shorter ones on that team. they were good. really good. and aggressive. really aggressive for a 4-6 year old league. they never let up & bit much i thought, but that's momma bear here. i was proud of our girls for not giving up though.
that game caused her breathing issues to flare up in a major way. friday, the day the kids had out from school we were planning on something super special while ben was at a birthday party. it ended up being a doctor visit. not too special. by the time we getting the prescription, reality set in that we weren't going to the fall festival or to chuck e cheese (the special things we were thinking about doing). she was mighty upset about this fact & started crying in the drugstore that turned into a cry you just can't stop. i was holding her while in line & talking to her, trying to make her feel better. a lady in her 60's got in front of us in line & told gracie to be quiet, she was being bad & nobody wanted to hear her. really?? i told my gracie girl it was ok, she is a good girl & i was sorry she was sick. & i did then tell the lady that my daughter was sick & upset. quite the drama scene in walgreen's. another lady about the same age then offered gracie a piece of candy from pocket (that kind that my grandma always carried). god bless her.
we've put up a soccer goal in our yard & ben wants to play all the time. he's getting pretty radical (one of his new favorite words), i must say. he just kept scoring & scoring on saturday.
at one point, coach daddio told him to pass it to another teammate or wait for them at the goal to let them score. & he did. he had taken that ball down the field & kinda stood in front of the goal, dribbling, waiting on a teammate. he wasn't showing off, he was really trying to do what coach said. the other team eventually kicked it away, but that was ok. he was trying to share. daddio said he gave him a big smile after that. i love that boy.
miss gracie was sporting the tie dye dress we made for ben's soccer games & my sunglasses. too cute if i do say so myself.
we've started some "chores" around here (help with bed, clothes, teeth, dishes in sink or dishwasher, help with picking up). the kiddos will get either a quarter or a treat if they do what they are supposed to all week. of course, benj was immediately trying to negotiate a better deal of a daily payment.
here was the list ben created of his to do's:
what they are.. i'm not quite sure.. those first words no clue... but make my bed was the end of the first one.
gracie's list she helped make included 5. have fun 6.feed froggy 7. patience 9. pray 10. bed
they did get a "treat" for completing their first week of helping more around the house. the game Guess Who? from the basement stash of toys. & they love it! (they love every game - especially ben)
today, we went for a scooter/trike ride in the neighborhood.
check out their new shirts.
it's a picture ben made in art class & they sent home paperwork to have it made into a shirt. we scanned his artwork & ironed it onto shirts we had.
this yard decoration is at a home in our subdivision. it just doesn't seem safe to me...
it's right by the road. i'm all for shabby (a bit too much daddio would say), but rusty spikes just don't seem like a good idea to me.
1/2 way through, gracie just left her trike to the wayside & then ben did.
pretty typical for our walks.
gracie had a wipeout too. she said she wished the roads "were made of pillows to soften her landing."
someone got a head start!
worn out time.
she just plopped right down on the road. silly goose. she got carried / pushed most of the way back, as she was wiped out & couldn't breath. at least now we have an inhaler for her. get strong lungs, grow strong!
& i have to add another going on... toots. i guess it's a boy thing. i asked ben if he had to go to the bathroom yesterday. he replied,"no, i just like to toot a lot." what a stinker.