The Three Amigos

How Do You Spell What?

"Mommy, how do you spell please?"

"Let's sound it out..."

(A few moments later...)

"Mommy, how do you spell middle?"

"What are you writing, Molly?"

"Grandpa left his shoes in the middle of the floor and I tripped on them, so I'm writing Please don't leave your shoes in the middle of the floor."

And that's exactly what you wrote.

Meet You At The What???

So Molly plays soccer at one of the local Catholic parishes.  To answer your question, no - we are not Catholic.  However, we live in this parish and a lot of Molly's friends play there and it's MUCH better than the Y so we're really enjoying it.

After Molly's first game, she wanted to run up the big hill towards the parking lot.  (Because she's five and still thinks running UP hills is fun.)  She called out to Ellie, "I'll meet you at the Jesus!"

What?

I wonder what Molly would do if I took her to see Touchdown Jesus at Notre Dame?

The Ladybugs' First Game

Since they have red shirts, Coach John and the parents have nicknamed Molly's team The Ladybugs.  (Although Aaron suggested Red October and Ellie's mom suggested The Red Menace.... both of which got a big laugh from the parents.)

Um, Molly... you're looking the wrong way...

The first game was very exciting -- all of you looked so cute in your pink soccer socks!  We played your friend Isabella's team (The Blueberries), so it was great to see her.  I have to say, soccer is MUCH more exciting to watch than t-ball.  We cheered for everyone and it was amazing to see how some of your teammates really got their game on!  Paige was throwing elbows and Hailey was kickin' it like Brandi Chastain. 

Right before kick off. 

Coach John and Molly

Best of all, you really seem to be enjoying soccer.  No complaints about practice or having to go (which is FANTASTIC).  You're getting a ton of exercise.  And the weather has been so freakishly, unseasonably nice, that's it's wonderful to sit outside and watch you run and run and run.

My favorite part:  "Good game... good game... good game... good game...."

Headin' home...

Ballet Debut

Last Saturday, Molly and her two best friends -- Ellie and Abby -- started ballet with their new teacher.  (Or, as Molly would correct me, "We're going to ballet at my new studio.)

It's a nice little new studio less than a mile from our house.  Miss Rosemary moved her studio here from a more rural area.  The good news is there are only four ballerinas in your class!  The bad news is... there are only four ballerinas in your class.  We hope -- in this economy -- that Miss Rosemary's other classes are a little more full.

You and Ellie posed for me before you started class.  I took one look at this photo and immediately knew that it is one I will cherish forever.

Love you, ballerina.

MPF: Soccer!

Another Molly Paige First:  Soccer!  You started practice a couple weeks ago. 

Luckily, you're on the same team as your two best friends.  Of course, that means you have a tendency to talk and goof around with them sometimes when you should be paying attention to the coach...

You have a FANTASTIC coach who is EXTREMELY patient with 11 five year-olds.  And so far, you really love it!  I think it's much more engaging than t-ball -- and a lot less standing around.  You kick really straight and have fun running... but after about 30 minutes, you're pretty worn out.  (Which makes for an early bedtime!)

You got your team shirts last week -- they are red.  So you're probably going to be the Ladybugs :) 

First game tomorrow night.  Go Ladybugs!

Kindergarten is Kicking My... Bottom

Molly,

It's Day 12 of Kindergarten...

The weather has been so unseasonally beautiful here that you're playing outside twice a day... plus PE three times a week.

When I called you to dinner and you didn't answer, I figured you changed your dinner protest from whinning to silent.

Instead, I found you like this at 6:08 p.m...

Daddy and I tried to wake you up, to no avail. I carried you upstairs, but as soon as I laid you down, you woke up claiming to want dinner. (You always did that as a baby too -- you could go from a dead sleep to wide awake and hungry as soon as I would let go of you...)

We came back downstairs. You ate EVERYTHING on your plate, plus seconds. (Funny how an hour earlier you didn't like ANYTHING I was fixing for dinner. But I let that go...) As soon as you were done eating, we returned to your room, read a chapter of Charlie and The Great Glass Elevator, then tucked you in.

We haven't heard from you since.

Who knew that Kindergarten was such hard work???