Today was a drizzly day, one meant for hot tea and an old novel. But, alas, down time and serenity are not a part of our lives. Instead, Colby was out in the yard tilling up weeds and preparing the space for next week's sod. Ah, how I miss real grass in the backyard. It took Colby awhile to get the hang of the tiller, but once he did the weeds were no match for the tiller's blades. Dade used the hoe to dig up huge weeds, which was actually extremely scary. Boy with ADHD + sharp garden equipment = mom with 47 gray hairs now.
Despite the drizzle, Brody had a soccer game. The Ice won again, and Colby said everyone on the team scored a goal. Next week Colby is going to coach because the regular guy will be gone. After the game we let Brody pick where we went out to eat. These stupid soccer games are so late in the day that they almost force an away from home meal. He chose Valentino's then immediately followed the meal with, "I need to go to the bathroom and throw up." I guess he ate too much. He didn't throw up for real, but I understand the feeling.
Tomorrow we're expecting a little visit from Sara and Travis. I hope they can make it over.
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