Michael’s first flag football game was Saturday morning. Brent was not home so in an attempt to get M pumped up I gave him a little pre-game speech, shook him around a bit, and slapped his butt a few times. This conversation followed.
ME: Do you feel ready for the game?
M: Yep…I have happy dreams in my head.
ME: (Confused) Dreams about the game?
M: No, dreams about living in a candy machine fort and having an army of robots that do everything I tell them to.
Obviously, my speech lacked a little of the gusto needed to motivate a six year old boy at eight o’clock on a Saturday morning! Even so, he did well in the game. He even pulled a flag…not the flag of the boy who had the ball, but still a flag. That counts to a momma.
Here are some game shots of our number 12.
|He did alot of excited jumping up and down.|
This little girl needed no speech to get her prepared. She woke up, heard we were going to a football game, and put her game face on. She grabbed her bat and a wiffle ball on the way out the door.
The littlest tater was just along for the ride.
Last night an old friend of Brent’s had a celebration of marriage in Fayetteville. These are the only pics I got. The venue was so beautiful, and Brent had a nice time getting to visit with an old friend.
|Brent and Jason|
|Pratt Place Barn - Soooo pretty!|
Talk to ya soon,