The Schmidt House

I had two days vacation this week now am in the middle of a basketball free weekend and I don't know what to do with myself. It's crazy, if we aren't mach 10 with our hair on fire I don't think that we are doing enough. Oh well, I managed to get all of the laundry done, going to mark some clothes for a friend's garage sale, and am finally taking AE in for a very long overdue haircut. The kid has more hair than anyone I know it is crazy how much hair she has. She can no longer go to Kids' Hair because she looks like she is 15 and has more hair than 5 kids combined. I realize how much she is growing up and am thinking she and I need to go and hang out. JG is going to a hockey game and then having a sleep over with his best buds. AE is growing up and I want to stop the clock, make it go backwards a bit like Benjamin Button.

Sibling love as I walked with one arm on each of my children's shoulders having a nice stroll on a beautiful Spring day. JG: I am gonna buy a shirt that says, "AE is a dork." AE: Oh yeah. Well, I am gonna get a shirt that says, "I'm with stupid."

JG's back in rare form. The other night after AE's game one of AE's teammates mom congratulated JG on his game winning goal. "Thanks," said JG. "I shot it right in the five-hole ." AJ's mom (who has three girls) looked puzzled. "Five-hole?", she asked. "What's that?" JG with a completely straight face said, "That's when you shoot the puck right at his nuts." I wanted to crawl in a hole, but not a five-hole.

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**Warning - (kinda) bragging parent post - also update for Auntie Shirley** Yesterday was Schmidt sport day - the kids were able to play most of the day and then we had three different games, two sports, two locations in three hours. Whew. The mini-van was moving yesterday folks like a pinball in a machine. Stop1 - Cooper HS - MN Stars Martin 10U vs. Rochester Shock 11U The girls moved up for this weekend to play 6 th graders basically because there isn't a 5 th grade team in the state that wants to play us. Don't know if that is good or bad, probably good. AE and team played awesome, poor baby girl had a few errors throwing the ball in during the press. I wonder sometimes what is going through her mind and then have to remind myself - SHE IS ONLY 11!!! Her coach told her if she kept doing that she would run 10 killers every time she does that again. Think that got her attention. The girls won 46-23. Stop 2 - Plymouth Ice Arena - Renegades vs. Buffalo Little man skated like

I need to share this with my blogging friends, and others of course. Last weekend I picked up People and went right to the book pick section (always go there first) and there was the Critics Pick of the week for "The Girls from Ames " by Jeffrey Zaslow . It chronicles the friendship of 11 women who grew up in Ames in the 60s and 70s. To this day they are friends who get together every year for a reunion and are one another sisters. I made a mental note to request it from HCLIB , however never got around to it until it was too late - 209 requests and 6 copies in the whole stinkin ' library system. So...was at Costco the other night and took a break because my work shoes were killing me and lo and behold there it was in front of me: "The Girls from Ames ". I bit the bullet and bought it (even though my resolution was to NOT purchase anymore books since I have a library of unread books in the basement). Last night after a very trying couple of days at work - can

That is a record. I haven't posted a bit in 32 days. Can't say that I haven't thought about it but just am in a writing funk and can't think of anything to say. My little muse is growing up and saying very serious and not so many silly things these days. My baby is growing up and I can honestly tell you I am not liking it. Well, I am liking it a little bit (I can relax a little bit when he walks out the front door), however I want my snuggly little guy back who would give me kisses whenever I wanted them and wouldn't be embarassed to hug mom when she was leaving. I am also no longer "mommy" but now just mom. Short and to the point - MOM.