the very distracted soccer mom (a picture marathon)
Okay...so Blogger gives me major headaches with the whole picture marathon thingie. I can't figure out...well more honestly I don't want to waste my day trying to figure out how to put the pictures in my preferred order.
Drives me OCD side absolutely bonkers.
But I mean look at her. Orange is totally her color! Which makes her O's lovin' daddy peacock proud!
And at the end of the day...she's just too darn cute to let OCD me take my pictures and go home!
She was an absolute beast on the field her first game.
In there kickin' shins and zoned into that ball!
So much so that the daddy next to me kept shouting "Who's that little blonde!! Look at her go!!"
I just kept snappin' pics and smiling behind the lens. Cause well...she was MINE!
The next game her true colors shone through! Dashing all visions of soccer scholarships in Bri-bee's future! Fashion design perhaps? As she was SO much more interested in checkin' out the other girls hair styles and cleats!
Jonathan & I both have really strong ideas of what family means for us. And part of that...is being there to support eachother. Of course...we made this committment long before Trevy. Before our family entered the world of special needs...
And sometimes if Trevy's having a really bad seizure day. Or it's close to his bed time...cause I've always been really adament about my children and their sleep needs. Mostly because my life is easier when they're not sleepy-cranky!
Sometimes we have to juggle. One stays behind with Trevy...while the other goes to the game. We rotate so that the same parent never misses back to back games. It's our thing. In no way am I saying it's right or wrong. It's just for us.
All that to say...we ALL OF US made it to Saturday's game! Including Grams & Pop Pop.
Grams helped chase Trevy. When he's not seizing...he's running around like a wild thing!
Which of course...induces seizures. Some of these pictures are really precious (in a slightly morbid way) because the heartbreak of Trevy's seizures is captured so beautifully on Grams' face. She's one of the handful of people that know Trevy...and his seizures...as deeply as I.
I can't explain it adequately. Especially on the fly. With toys being flung at the back of my head! But it is SUCH a huge deal to me that the people closest to Trevor know. That they see his battle too.
It makes the celebrations of the miracles of what he can achieve that much richer.
And the tears and prayers that much deeper.
But 'nuf about Seizure Boy...
I had to jet early as nap time was beckoning...
but Jonathan said the most hilarious event of the day was when the coach rallied all the mini-kids together for a team cheer. And Bristel was NOWHERE to be found. Until Jonathan spotted her some 50 yards away. Bent. And plucking a flower that she HAD to pick that very minute!
How funny is that?! Yes...I'm the mom of the ballerina disguised as a soccer player!
Sorry this post is so shagala bagala (loose Swahili translation = craziness). It's driving me nuts too. But I only have a few minutes between poops & snacks & reading & ducking & here & there to get this post done! And I know at least Bibi & Grams are always anxious for the picture marathons!
Oh and my soccer mom flop of the day?
Guess I've surgery on the brain (pun intended) or something... Cause I totally blew it with Toby's game! I had it in my head that it was an hour later than it actually was! Poor Tobes... But...his sweet forgiving response melted me. We got home and he asked if he & I could go for a walk instead...so he could still spend time with me. We walked and talked AND held hands the whole way...
Somedays my cup runneth over with love of being a mom. Being a family. Even though it includes seizures and surgeries...and flinging of toys!