What does this say about us?

When we got in the Race Car Cart at the grocery store today, Evelyn
and Willa spent the first ten minutes of our shopping trip playing
"jump start the car" as they pretended to attach invisible jumper
cables to each other's car batteries and rev their engines. Nice.

Unimportant Things

The longer I wait to write another blog entry, the more I feel like I
have to write something big. But I figure if I go ahead and post
some nonsense, then I won't feel so much pressure and I can go ahead
and post silly, meaningless stuff and not feel bad. As if, with all
the things I leave undone each day, I need one more thing to feel bad
about not doing. How is it that I turn so many things I enjoy into
things I feel bad about not doing? Ugh.

Soccer Fever

We went to our first soccer game of the season today. Mary Grace,
as it turns out, is one heck of a defensive player! She blocked at
least three goals, one with her stomach. She's all about the big
stop. When I was little, I played soccer for a short period of
time. I quit, though, because number one they served oranges during
half time, and I hated oranges. (I was such a weird kid. Who hates
oranges?) The second reason I quit was because the coach wouldn't
ever let me play goalie. Unlike Mary Grace, who seems to have a
natural defensive instinct, I just wanted to play goalie so I
wouldn't have to run around quite so much. The fact that I weighed
about 40 pounds as a third grader didn't help my case. I'm glad to
see my inner goalie spirit lives on.

Is that rain, or is the sky crying, too?

The emotional roller coaster continues this week. Pretty much every
morning, Willa refuses to go to class, crying for her sister, her
Daddy, and everyone else under the sun...including at one point
screaming for the front desk administrative assistant at the school.
I responded by immediately going to get said assistant and Willa
happily walked to class with her. Whatever. By Friday, she had
Evelyn crying, and even Mary Grace was upset. Emotionally drained as
of Tuesday, I asked Mary Grace, "Why are YOU crying now???" to which
she responded with a pitiful "I don't know!!!" Good grief. My fear
of the teenage years increases by the minute.

It rained today, which was a nice distraction this afternoon. The
girls got their boots and umbrellas out and played around in the
driveway. I didn't even make them come in when it thundered. It
could be years before it rains again here, so I figured they should
enjoy it. Of course, since it rained more than one sixteenth of an
inch, dry creek beds all through central Texas were suddenly turned
into fast-flowing rivers and people were being carried away in their
pickup trucks by the raging flood waters. I'm not sure people were
meant to live in this part of the world.

Uh...Just Kidding

Yeah, so all that stuff I wrote about how Evelyn and Willa are doing
great about their transitions into separate classrooms...I was way
off there. I had to carry Willa crying to her classroom today as she
held out her hands toward her sister and screamed "Evelyn!!!!!!
Evelyn!!!!" Pretty awful. I didn't cry about it until after I got
out of sight of Willa, though, so good for me.