Ever heard Kenny Chesney's song "Boys of Fall"? Listening to it right now and every time I hear it I think about my own beloved boy of fall. His first football game is this Saturday. I love football, but I love it even more when my baby gets up out of the heap in one piece. Stay healthy, boy howdy. Your old mom can't take another scare like the one I had last year.
My sweet Chelsea has her first ever volleyball game this Saturday. I can hardly wait to see if she's going to be like me and fall deeply in love with the sport. I've heard she's strong as an ox and has a killer serve. Saturday, hurry and get here already!
Cam, I think, is having withdrawals because big bro and sis are so busy now. Since school started, and Dan Lloyd's been working late at his mom's, it's just been the two of us chicks chillaxing in the evening doing whatever we feel like. Cam has been working really hard on her temper. She blew her top at me this morning, got really snotty, and ten minutes later, of her own volition, apologized and really meant it. I am so proud of her acknowledging the need to rein that Lloyd temper in. What an amazing girl.
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