It's the little things...

Hopefully I don't bore you today, but when I woke up this morning I kept thinking of a few things I wanted to write down.Little thing #1) C had his second soccer practice/scrimmage yesterday. It was the first time they played another team. The kids were having a heck of a time getting the ball into the goal and kept overkicking. C had control of the ball and made the first and only goal of the game. It was a priceless moment when he realized what he did. He had a huge smile on his face and wave his hands up and down in victory. He had to come tell his cousin that he made a "score". That was awesome. Go Mr. C.

Little thing #2) I was laying in bed yesterday morning, trying to the energy mustered up to get out of bed. Capri was being very active. I mentioned to Tristan that I wish the boys would be patient enough to feel her move. Especially if this is the last baby. Every time I get them to try, they get bored very quickly. We heard the kids get up and made them one by one come lay by me and they each got to feel her move a lot. (Well T wasn't still quite patient enough. He is still convinced the baby is outside and not in my tummy). It was a sweet moment. Even though they think she is practicing to be a Kung Fu master when she comes out.

Little Thing #3) Last Saturday we were getting ready to go to zoo, and were asking the kids what their favorite animals were. T said "monkey" as clear as can be. You might be thinking that this a very small thing. But not for T and his speech therapist. She worked for months to get him to say "monkey" instead of "onkey". Apparently he would say it when he was good and ready. She is a client of Tristan's and she was very happy when Tristan told her what he had done. We thought we would never see the day.

Little thing #4) My Grandpa is in the hospital this weekend. He went for a walk and somehow got dizzy and fell down. Some neighbors helped him and he fractured his neck, bruised his face and broke an eye bone. He is lucky to be alive and I'm lucky to have him for a grandpa. Being prego you develop a new appreciation for getting older. Your body just doesn't feel the same or do all the things you think your body should do.

Little thing #5) B bore his testimony in church a couple of months ago and this is the gist of what he said, " The other morning I woke up singing church sings and it made me feel good and I knew the church was true."