Saturday began without warning. I was sleeping soundly when I when I heard boys attempting to whisper. I thought I yelled shut up but I think I was dreaming. When I did open my eyes, Brent and Brayden were leaving for football. I knew I had at least 30 minutes so I closed my eyes and wished hard I was asleep. Nope, I got Sloan up and we headed to the earliest game known to man.
Statue of liberty play! So we are losing 4th quarter Brent has Brayden in as quarter back. He was doing good! They set up the play, Brayden drops back and the running back comes behind and grabs the ball. It was perfect, until the crash of helmets and pads. Brayden got the ball off but was sacked. And sacked good. In the moment I knew if her didn't get up he would never play again. So I yelled get up. I'm sure I sounded like a psycho parent yelling at their kid to play with a broken limb. (it was not ) I wanted him to understand a hit would not kill him but knock the wind out of him. He got up and didn't run to me. (which was a bit sad but relieved) He just had the wind knocked out of time for the first time....I was so proud. I'm sure child services is following me for that, but damn it was a great play! By the look on his face in this photo he may have been a bit dazed too.....#32 standing facing us.
Sloan went down for a nap and it was clean the closet time. Now here is my question to all women...why do men pile. We still had a few boxes of winter packed up so i dumped them on the floor. Brent sorted and sorted and piled here and piled there. He claimed he was making some progress, but I couldn't see it! He put shirts over here then moved them over there. I watched for a bit and found no rhyme or reason. But i did snap some pictures.
He was sorting here
This pile moved into the bedroom. I think he may have shoved it into a drawer.
Sloan was in good spirits when she woke up. She cooked and danced in the kitchen. Then she took a break to love on baby Emma. Silly girl.
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