She's FINALLY walking

There are a few things that I would like to blog about, but first and most important Ali is WALKING.  I thought the day may never come.  Every outfit she wore all summer is totally destroyed.  She did her first "long walk" the day before she turned 18 months so she narrowly escaped being officially delayed.  Today, at 18 months and one week she began walking as her main form of transportation.  For the past few weeks she has been doing a lot of walking pushing doll strollers. It seems that all of a sudden she was interested.  I am so excited and ready to throw out her cloths that look filthy right after they are washed because they are so wore out.  She has also turned into an echo.  It is adorable!  I think she is going to escape the speech delay as well!  Her ears drain on a regular basis so I am thankful for the tubes.  She has generally become a much happier baby over the past few months.

In other news, Cara took her first trip to the ER for stitches this week. She decided that she would cut herself an apple with a very sharp knife.  That knife did a fine job of cutting right between her thumb and pointer.  She got five stitches and they probably could have fit five more.  She is very proud of her "broken arm" and her "cast".  She has been telling people that Josh cut her.  I think she is embarrassed she did it to herself.  Ironically he wasn't even home.  He got home right after and ended up taking her to the ER because I was gone to a class.  Oh the adventures of childhood.

Caleb and Cara are both playing fall soccer.  I really enjoy getting out to games and at this stage practices aren't overwhelming so it is quite pleasant for me.  Andy, Ali and Josh all really enjoy it too.  We are in a good place with only two kids playing recreational (as apposed to competitive) soccer.

Cara is playing on the team with Korinne (her BFF), and Korinne's dad Adam is the coach.  He is so kind and patient.  Cara and Korinne are the only two girls.  They like to hold Adam's hand.

Cara is fast and strong, but she still plays like a girl.  At the first game she collided with my sister Connie's nephew, Brenton from the other team.  She jumped up and started playing again after the crash, but Brenton was hurt and went off the field crying.  After the game Cara said with a little attitude, "That boy tackled me!  Then he cried but I didn't."

Once again Caleb is surprising me with his skill.  Soccer isn't really his thing except that it involves a ball so it is.  He really likes to play goalie, but this year he is proving to be a decent offense player as well.  His coach is really into ball control and passing so it will be good for him.  I was so proud of him at the first game (after he had scored twice) he did a perfect pass and allowed another teammate to score.

Andy is a little board with Caleb and Cara gone to school.  My friend, Erica, said that I need to play with him.  Torture!  I love my kids.  I love to teach them, be with them, go on outings with them, and read to them, but creative play kills me.  I am SO GLAD Andy is in Joy School (our neighborhood coop preschool) five hours a week so that I am guilt free about him watching (or wanting to watch) Cars or Mickey Mouse Clubhouse for those five hours.

I took these pictures so that someday I could trick myself into thinking that my kids were obedient and sweet and always willing to pitch in to help.  I would like to remember that I never had to yell, threaten, and all together freak out to get them to do things or even just to be obedient.  Wouldn't it be wonderful to live in such a fantasy land!