Tomorrow we’re taking Miss Lauren to register for soccer. I’m so excited for her and at the same time I’m so sad to see her growing up so fast. I mean really, she just started walking yesterday, right?

She’s thrilled at the prospect and can’t wait to “get a number” on her shirt. I’m also going to look in to some sort of martial arts for her and dance or gymnastics for Katelyn the monkey child. Ryan will just have to deal with the park and squealing at the squirrels. And if his squealing causes said squirrels to keel over and die, so much the better*.
Cute story, we bought some new sofas yesterday and when Kate got up this morning and went in to the livingroom she said, “I don’t like the new chairs. I want my other ones back”. Keep in mind the old ones had been destroyed by the dog. But she persisted until I explained to her that the old ones went to a big trash can. So far she won’t sit on the new ones.
* I’ve had a hate/hate relationship with squirrels since my days of living on campus at OU and they would throw acorns at me while I was walking to class. Or jump out in front of me while I was driving. Or just sit there and mock me. Squirrels are eeeeevil.