You guys, time is going TOO fast. I feel like I'm hanging on for dear life.
I shall not bore you with details on why I am currently feeling like we are driving around the Atlanta Perimeter at 80 miles an hour, while changing a tire, and eating dinner, and somehow trying to engage with all 4 little (and very distinct) personalities strapped into seats behind us. You all have already suffered through too many email updates filled with exhausting descriptions of our weekly schedule commitments. Add to that my previous over-sharing about my new job's impact on my mental state, and you are all probably ready to chuck this message into the "delete" pile.
We are really, really busy right now. I'll leave it at that. (For any grandparents or others contemplating a visit to see us, do NOT under any circumstances use this whiny message as an excuse not to come to our chaotic house!!! I really mean that!!! Just don't expect a Better Homes and Gardens experience - and sleep before you get here.)
The bright side of being really busy is that ALL the stuff going on (well except maybe the daily struggle to get all the inclement weather day assignments done) causing the schedule strain is good stuff. Work is good. It's hard, but it's good. The boys are all healthy and awesome. They are funny and pleasant and relatively easy. More of our efforts are going toward hanging out with them and less toward just merely taking care of them. That's cool, right!
One of the biggest schedule strains right now is lacrosse. It would be a drag, if we didn't enjoy it so much. With 3 boys playing, we have 5 nights of practice and games pretty much every Saturday AND Sunday all spring. (This week our only free night is tonight and Bob has a conference call scheduled from 5-8 because his client is on the west coast... good times!) No idea why the schedule-makers feel the need to double-book so many weekends. Also no idea when these schedule-makers grocery shop and do laundry... but that's another question for another day.
Last Sunday we were at the park, on a beautifully warm and sunny spring day, from 12 until after 6. I can't even pretend that I didn't have an enjoyable afternoon. It was pretty awesome to get sunburned while watching the boys play. The big guys had games while the little guys played in the dirt with Transformers and TMNTs while eating every snack and drinking every drink we had packed into the cooler. Spencer was a beast as goalie and his team won their game to remain undefeated and Quinn was on the losing side of a double-header, but did manage to score a goal while playing attack.
And then it was Zane's turn for his practice. I was the mom sitting on the bleachers with her chest all puffed up with pride when both the big boys wanted to go help the brand new boys and girls trying to learn the game. They really are such good kids. And little Beckett would NOT be left as the only Bovy boy outside the fence, so he insisted on putting on HIS helmet and taking HIS stick out to the field too. If you have never seen a 3 year old in a helmet walking around a lacrosse field littered with bigger players, you simply have not lived.
Here's a picture of all 4 of my boys in a clump of other kids during the Little Shooters practice. S and Q were helping manage the little guys. Zane is wearing #80 toward the left hand side and Beck is in the front, right beside Quinn, who made it his mission to make sure his littlest brother was safe and happy the whole time they were out there. (My heart burst right about then!)
And here's another picture of my 3 big lacrosse players. So very proud of these boys! (And no, Quinn isn't shrinking, the other 2 just won't stop growing!)