It started with dinner on Friday night with a bunch of dear friends. We came from all corners of the state and one even arrived from Minnesota! Yeah, the food was fantastic (pork chop with decadent risotto laden with apples, bacon and cheese), but even better was looking around the table at some of my favorite faces in the whole wide world. I've known these women for almost half of my life and that we can still gather together and pick up when we left off--whether it's been a week, a month or a year--it's a real blessing in my life. And they're all doing well professionally and personally--one's a grandma, one's embarking on a new career, one's making over a house, several of us are navigating the course of puberty in our children. We drank wine, discussed Important Things, but mostly we smiled at each other and laughed.
While that went down, Happyland High won their football game and TB had a great touchdown moment (I got to hear about it from his coach).
That's Mr. B at flag football on Saturday morning. He caught a touchdown pass. It was without a doubt The Play of the Game. Mr. G was on the adjacent field tearing flags off his opponent--he had 4 tackles.
Then my babies had black belt candidate training--Extreme Day. It started out very well--Mr. G ran a respectable time and came in 4th. He kind of figured out after that first amazing run that he has to pace himself, so he ran a 24:30-ish time.
I was very proud that Mr. B came in 5th, about 30 seconds behind his brother. Even though Mr. G's the superstar, you need to know Mr. B has knocked 30 seconds or more off his time every single week. He's such a mentally tough kid, it amazes me.
The low moment of my weekend came on Sunday while I subbed in preschool at church. A little boy sucked on everything in sight, stuck his fingers in his nose and mouth and wiped his slick fingers all over me. I choked back my gag reflex for almost 45 minutes. After the kids were picked up by their parents, I practically ran to the bathroom to scrub my hands down. Oh, Jesus, suffer the little children indeed. Talk about showing love in all circumstances--every time I reached over to this child, I kept thinking "show God's love, don't show your disgust." Thankfully, I am washable and so are my clothes. Incidentally, so are my sins.
We tailgated at home before the Packer game by cooking brats on the grill. The first half was glorious--all sunshine, great smells and victory. Let's not speak of the second half.
And then we split up--some watched TV, some worked outside, one shot stuff on the TV screen while wearing a coonskin cap. There's a chance, a slight chance, my youngest might be a redneck.
Good times here at Chez Green Girl.