Though soccer ruled over our lives for many Saturdays this fall, other things actually did happen off the pitch. (I like saying "pitch" when referring to a soccer field. I'm refined, says I.)
** My parents came and visited one weekend! (Isaac's birthday.)
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| Grammie consoling Titus after his tantrum gave him a black eye. |
** Matt came down almost every weekend, and we great family times!
Including a cash washing at dusk that resulted in Matt getting 3 ant bites which became infected, in turn instilling fear in his sons towards all insect bites and redness.
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| Isaac, I'm sure your insect bite is just fine, but we'll take a photo of it anyway :) |
**Since Matt was home most weekends I could get in some running (aka ALONE time). The result of heat and high humidity on my short hair would get me to imagine if my parents did have a boy, if this is what he'd look like:
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| I think we also went to the beach that weekend, and ate at 5 Guys. Because 5 Guys is the best.--OKAY?! |
**But one of the most memorable weekends (like the ones above, aren't?!) is when me and the boys went over to Bama for a long holiday weekend.
I was able to run with my dad in his first 5k!
It was an honor, Father, truly. He's been working really hard to get his old man knees and old man back into "running shape." It's been a lot of fun talking to him over this past summer about training and jogging/running, and this 5k was the icing on the cake! (Well, let's say the "hummus on whole wheat bagel" instead... but man, I love cake.)
Dad did great. And though it was a hilly-er route than what he was mentally prepared for, he pushed through. And didn't talk, like the whole way. Don't worry, I kept us both company :)
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| And my didn't feel well that day. Poop. |
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| Dad (on the right) and his boss man (on the left) that had really motivated Dad to try and run! |
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| "Be good for Grammie," I say to the crew. |
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| Goofy photo, but my legs look so tan! |
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| He did it! Ran the whole thing! |
Then a week later he and my mom ran in the Susan G. Komen Race for the Cure. Super cute, aren't they? And the tutu was Dad's idea! He ran in his mother's honor, who died in '95 from breast and brain cancer.
(And thanks Grandma Judy for making the tutus!)
Good weekends, good weekends.
I now feel all updated! Don't you?



























































