We had one of our last basketball tournaments.
During which, Andy and I decided we needed to have more children so we could watch more basketball.
We changed our minds a couple hours later when we realized we could not afford to buy any more Valentines.
Then last night, I dropped Dawson off at his first baseball practice of the season.
I felt so light after walking away.
Because I realized it was the first time he was not the new kid.
He was greeted by name. All familiar faces.
Man, that makes a huge difference.
We are getting there, folks.
My bleacher buddy….
He’s such a good sport. So much basketball…..
Busy week here.
Lots of extra appointments as we try and sort things out educationally for one of our boys.
Oh…and Andy and I are trying to figure out how to not end up living in Dawson’s garage when we get old.
We need a better plan for that.
That’s going to be interesting as well…