When I was growing up, we were never involved in any sports. I think it was a combination of finding the time when both parents are so busy, finding the money when raising kids costs so much and having the motivation to do it. But for whatever reason, I never did much with sports.

Ok, I played basketball in fifth grade because my best friend made me. Pssst….my best friends  have always made me do the best things 😉

I remember really wanting to play violin too, but the school didn’t have rental instruments at that time and my parents couldn’t afford to buy me one. So sad.

Now-a-days, because you know I’m sooo old, it seems like it is a complete necessity for kids to play sports. I agree too. I think that involving kids in sports has so many benefits:

It teaches them good sportsmanship
It teaches teamwork
It teaches delegation
It teaches them how to lose with grace
It teaches them how to fail and then try, try again
It builds their muscles and agility
It provides an outlet for

But something that has been hard for my husband and I is figuring out the whole world of kids sports. The leagues and the fees, where the parks are and what kind of time committment each sport necessitates.

We are sticklers about our kids getting the right amount of sleep, especially during the school year. So anything that happens on a school night is not just an energy sucker for us as parents (as we race home, race to eat, race to get wherever it is we need to go and then race to get home and get cleaned up so we can race the kids to bed) it’s an energy sucker for the kids. Energy we think they need for school.

Then there’s the whole missing things like church. Oh my nellie do I have a soap box about THAT. Bottom line, we don’t want to teach our kids to put anything before God. God should come first SO THAT everything else falls into place. It isn’t a big deal to miss church Sunday morning. But it IS a big deal to communicate to your kids that something else in life gets put before your priority to Him.

Stepping down now.

Big C at T-ball late last was glorious fun!

Anyway, with CeCe on the way right as T-ball would be starting, we decided to pass on enrolling Coop in it until the fall/late summer t-ball starts. But I can’t help feeling this nagging thing that I’m putting Cooper at a disadvantage by not enrolling him in some sort of extracurricular activity. Even though I’m not super eager to run around like MORE of a chicken with my headcutoff.

I want to have a balanced approach to the world of sports with our kids. I want them to do it IF they want to, and I want them to get everything they can out of it. But does that mean I have to start when they’re 2? Is waiting until their 8 or even 10 so bad?

Big C's team lining up to say "good game" to the opposing team was one of my favorite parts!

There is sooo much out there for Cooper to do. But what I really desire is for him to revel in being a kid. I want him to soak up every inch of it. I want him to roll around in it like a pig in the mud. I don’t want him to have to think about anything else until he needs to. I want him to rest and I want him to play. So far, he seems to be achieving that!

If Cooper ever told us he really wanted to do a certain sport, we’d be all over it. But for now, as a 6-year-old kid, I figure there is plenty of time for all that. The balance is leaning towards the Less is More side right now. I am sure that this next year will change that as he hits 7 in full swing.

P.S. This is my disclaimer statement: if you have a bunch of kids and they are all in sports, don’t let this hurt your feelings. I’m talking about what works/is right for our family and our personalities. I may not have it all right, (in fact, I probably don’t) but for now it works!


Potty Chronicles of an Almost Three-Year Old

I hope you aren’t too sick of all my potty talk lately. This has been such an insane week, but I have to document it.  I was so intimidated to potty train Chase that the success of it all feels A-mazing!

Our big kid Chase, enjoying some honey comb and his favorite shirt.

It all started Monday morning. Cooper had the day off school and we were relaxing at home, enjoying our day. I didn’t have to work and we all had absolutely no where to be. It was glorious! Both the kids slept in quite late…9 am, probably due to our insane weekend. It was weird waking up and knowing they were both still asleep.

Side note: Sunday night, Cooper was up from 1 am-4 am in a disastrous night of bad thoughts, night mares/bad dreams. I don’t think they were night terrors…the symptoms weren’t like that.  But it was not fun and we were all exhausted the next morning.

We finally got moving for the day and Chase decided he wanted to take a bath. This is a normal thing to take morning baths in our house. It occupies the kids for 30 minutes or so and lets me clean the kitchen, make beds, etc. I ran the bath for him and I was doing some things in my room when I heard him calling me. He was telling me he had to go POTTY! What? Yeah, he told me he had to go “pee-pee SUPER bad”. I pulled him out of the tub thinking, “yeah right” and placed him on the potty….and…he WENT!

Whoa. How could I ignore that? We have been telling him that soon his diapers would go away and he would wear big-kid under pants like brother. We’ve let him play in his under pants. We’ve let him put them in his dresser drawer. We’ve practiced on the potty for months with little to no success. But this, this was undeniable. He was ready.

DANG IT! I usually start this process on a Friday or Saturday…that way both parents are home to tag team and we can just stay home bound before the week gets started. This threw a wrench in my P.T. (potty training) strategy!

I knew I couldn’t go back though. I had to seize the opportunity no matter how much it interfered with MY schedule for the week. So we began PT Bootcamp, Nevil style.

The underpants went on, the diapers went up in the closet (on the top shelf), we pulled out the potty chart and the stickers, we showed him all the candy and we began. Read more