Pools Open!

Memorial Day.....the weather was beautiful, we had good food, and best of all...
laughs with family.

In one day...

In one day, Coop had 2 baseball games...
In one day, Chase had 2 baseball games...
In one day, Blake had 3 basketball games...
In one day, we made it to ALL of them...
How you ask? Good question. All I know is, we've got this down! I have been asking myself lately, "at what point does it do more damage than good?" I'm confident that having the boys in sports, apart of a team, active, and involved is very worth it...but there has got to be a happy place. I LOVE watching them so much. I have seen Blake grow and learn so many valuable things through this. And, I see it happening with Coop and Chase too. Just as in life, we have to keep things in perspective and know when the cost is greater than the benefited outcome. I honestly can't remember the last time I sat and watched my boys play a basketball or baseball game with Curt. We are either split up taking a child (or two), or Curt is coaching. He coaches both Chases baseball and Blakes basketball teams. We text plays, hits, baskets, crappy calls, parent convo's, crowd crazies, coach decisions, etc to each other. We make it work. But, my desire would be to head out to a game together, grab a coke, find our spot to sit, and watch at least one of them play. I imagine what it would be like to have a real conversation about our boys with him. After all, he is the only other person on this earth who cares, knows, and adores the boys as much as I do. It would be nice to share... is all Im say'in.

A few shots of the day...

Chase batting righty (he usually bats left)...not bad:)

Gym Rats...watching blake play...a typical sitch

Baseball

UVU vs UofU!!!

We COULD have witnessed history here! UVU was tied with a 32 winning streak. If they beat the Utes they would have been the only college baseball team to have won 33 games in a row. Chases baseball (Tigers) team and the Journey all went. Another thing happened that Coop (nor we) will ever forget. As a mom, it is both heartbreaking, and as a girl with a twisted sense of humor, hilarious at the same time. I have a nervous, maybe "cope in time of stress", laugh...But this killed me. It probably won't you, so Im doing this for journaling purposes:)

Here's Coop...just enjoying is $1 hotdog...happy as a bird with a frech fry.

Since we came with two groups, we went early because we were told is was hard to get seating and if you didn't get your hotdogs/snacks/drinks etc. early you would be in line FOREVER! And, we were not about to let Coop go without his ballpark hotdog(S)! Enter the need for a snow cone...Exit the window of opportunity with the short line. You know Coop...really really just had.to.have.a.snow.cone! So he goes to stand in line. It was the bottom of the 2nd inning and there was a good play to end it, so there was a lot of cheering. A minute later, Cooper comes to the seats sobbing....i mean uncontrollably crying...cant talk! He NEVER does this so Im thinking the worst and I became instantly sick. You know the feeling when you just wanna hold em, let em know you'll fix it, wish whatever happened away! Finally when he could get any words out at all, he said he was waiting in line forever (which he WAS) and when he heard the cheering, he thought he missed the whole game and changed his mind about the snow cone but was already waiting for so long! Later, he said he "felt stupid" because he wasted all that time for a snow cone when he wanted to see the game. The worst part, picture a cute, no teeth, sweaty, playful boy waiting patiently and anxiously in line, hearing the crowd, realizing what happened....and he was now 2nd in line!!! Seriously, he was next and he bailed. The funny part about this is 1)he didn't have enough money anyway so that would have sucked rocks and 2)he was also in the wrong line...sucked boulders! I felt sooooo bad! I totally should have went with him and checked out the sitch before I sent adorable Cooper to fend for himself (NOT like he was suffering, he ate like 3 hotdogs). I thought it was time to be a mom so I went up myself to get him one....and quickly came back because the line was easy 100 people. Bbbbut the good new is, it was only 2nd inning, still a lot of game left:)

Finally! Tigers Blood and Red Raspberry snow cone. Hope it was worth it buddy!

Date with the boys

I LOVE that Blake enjoys music with me...GOOD music:) On Sundays we'll sit, listen, and find new tunes. I also LOVE that we live in a place where we can go to concerts with our fave groups....quaint venues....cheap tix.....so fun! Between he and Jordan, I was laughing all night. We had yummy sushi and I got to see AUGUSTANA....one of my top bands. They were SO good!

Haha....hipsters! Pegged pants, so mainstream

playing drums with chopsticks? Whatevs....over it

I think he's my fave:)

Pecker...makes me laugh...such a dork!

Blake Prom 2012

Blake, Pecker and their dates Whitney and Rachel

Rachel and Blake...I love this pic!

Peck, Collin, Blake, and Ryan

The boyzzz

What a group!

I LOVE these boys!

Whit standing in with the guys.

Such a handsome dude with his mamma:)

MS Walk...for my mamma:)

Wow....what a great day! Couldn't be more perfect for a walk downtown SLC. Good times with my Journey family. Thinking about the most dynamic woman I have ever known...my mamma.

The Crew

Steph

Michelle

Bucks!

Geoff and....what are you doing Jared?

Jared, me, Michelle

Moochies for lunch! #meatballsandwich#phillycheese#jalepenosauce

My baby is 8! NOOOooo!

This boy...whoooaaaa, this boy! Cooper is such a joy. I can't love him enough. He is my baby boy! Nine months ago I was so sure I couldn't and didn't want to do it again....but when you have 3 amazing boys and your baby turns eight...It makes you ponder. Crazy life.

I remember my mom would write us letters. Sometimes on our birthday and sometimes just because. I LOVED these, they matched so perfectly to who I was/am. No one can pin us like our moms do. It's what we all want....someone who "gets us" and sees us as our best. I want you to know, Coop, that this mamma knows who you are and all you will become. You are a beast, son! I love that all it takes is a scratch of your back to make your night. I love that we can make anything for dinner and it's "your favorite" and we are "the best cooks ever!" I love that you don't play games and you call it like it is. I love that you can take a beating from your older brothers yet be the first to stand up for them. I love that you love your family. I love that you have the most inappropriate sense of humor. I love that you are game for anything. I love that you have an imagination. I love that you make things happen. I love that you are strong willed. I love that you are real. I love that you say/do the funniest things. Coopster, you are the raddest 8 yr. old I know! I will love you forever, I'll like you for always, as long as Im living, my baby you'll be:) Happy Birthday boy!