The girl was goalie a lot. Her team was really good, which meant she stood around a lot and tried to find ways to entertain herself, like picking at the net!
Little Man liked to entertain himself with my Nook playing “Ang-y Boods” or pleading for anyone to play basketball with him. 
The boys playing hoops with Papa during The Girl’s game.
End of the Season trophy! Way to go Peanut!
“With the weather so beautiful now, we’ve been taking advantage of it and going to the lake. Boating is a fun activity for the kids and mom too. We love when grandma and cousins can join us.”
We are so lucky to live in the community of Daybreak. Oquirrh Lake serves as great free entertainment for us. We love that we can check out kayaks or canoes when they’re open and just row around the lake. Little Man’s old enough to enjoy it this year so it makes it even easier for us to go now! So much fun!
Here’s some photos from a recent excursion: 
Try not to notice the porta potty in that one above. I haven’t photo-shopped it out yet!
I came across this picture of my boys while looking for something else. 
It made me smile. They are so cute. We had gone to see Emma participate in the school talent show last June. Look at that little round face..those pink, full cheeks. After it made me smile, it then made me sad because I then looked at this:
Same cute kid, but almost exactly one year older. He doesn’t look that much older to me. He’s still stinking cute. But the pink full cheeks are gone and so is the round face and NOT because he’s just aged a year. But because he just looks so little and unhealthy to me. I think he might actually weigh close to the same because he’s lost so much weight. He looks so pale in the picture, but even more pale in real life. He got sunburned and I said to my husband, “I actually like him sunburned, because he looks a little healthier now.” Too bad it was just temporary.
This breaks me. This tugs at me. This saddens me. And this truly exhausts me. I don’t like to talk about it too much because no one really understands. You have a child who won’t eat? People judge. I must be doing something wrong. I’m too lenient. They could certainly do better. I don’t need to hear it. We’ve tried everything. Therapy is great, but it is slow.
In the meantime, I am exhausted. A child who does not eat is a child who does not sleep well. Waking up due to hunger is almost a nightly occurrence, one that just makes me so sad. I can’t send my child back to bed with his stomach growling. I can’t. I can’t make him understand that if he eats when he is hungry, it would make him feel better. I can’t do that either. What I can do is give him drinks heavily supplemented and just hold his skinny little body until he falls back asleep. That is something I can do.
I’m exhausted. When my baby goes back to sleep, that’s not always possible for mommy. Mommy has to get up to get the other kids ready for school and then work. Little guy can nap, mom doesn’t have that luxury. Therapy, supplements, vitamins, and, don’t forget, Cheetos, oh the Cheetos, all cost money. Mommy’s got to work.
I’m exhausted. Maybe more than the physical exhaustion is the mental exhaustion. It’s so much. I was talking to my sister and had mailed her birthday card late. I told her that I just gave up apologizing for things I was late with, little things I had forgotten, all the things I’ve had to say no to. It’s the sad state of my life right now, but hopefully just a temporary one.
I don’t want or need sympathy. Just maybe less judgment, more understanding, more support, more love.
Text: “Tyson’s derby car this year was the “Sea Dog.” While he didn’t win any speed medals, he did win an aware for coolest design. We had fun!”
Austin built a spaceship out of Legos. He had carried it around with him all day.
A: “Mom. Is Wocket from Wittle Eintines” (Translation: “It’s Rocket from Little Einsteins”
Me: “Rocket? Oh, cool.”
A: “You sing it song?”
Me: “We’re going on a trip in our favorite rocketship, sailing through the skies, Little Einsteins…”
A: “I sing you now.” “Mmm…mmmmm…mmmmmm.mm…rocketship…..mmmmmm…Eintines.”
Me: “Good job. Look at Rocket fly! He can go to the moon. He can go to the clouds. He can go to Saturn. Where else can he go?”
A: “He’s going to Target.”
Me: “Target? That’s where he wants to fly to?”
A: “Yeah. Rocket want to go Target!”
Living the Dream!
Emma’s spring dance recital was last night. Her dance was to “Single Ladies” performed by the Chipettes. It’s going to be tough to top this dance. It’s my favorite so far. At the beginning, Em’s in the front row, second from the left.
Our community had a ladybug release day on Friday at one of the community gardens. We were able to get a container of 1200 (or so they said) ladybugs for only $1.00. Awesome. For the mere cost of $1.00, we got to be cool parents for a night!
Here’s some photos of the event, some awesome photos hubby took of the flowers in our backyard, and a short video clip.
