"Dad, I don't know how to tie a tie."
You made your middle school basketball team. To say your Dad & I are proud is putting it mildly.
You made first cuts. Then second cuts. We were dying; I can't imagine how you were feeling, but you handled it well. You actually seemed pretty confident.
Final cuts were the night we were scheduled to leave for Michigan. We were picking you up from tryouts and getting right on the road. I worried that if you didn't make it, it would take some of the air out of our trip. But you came out with a big smile on your face and a sheet of paper in your hand.
You have to wear a tie on game days. Dad was happy to show you how to fix your tie and even picked out a new shirt for you.
Last night was your first game. We lost, but you had quite a fan club.
When your not doing this...
...you're usually doing this...
You're pretty attached to your phone. I'm hoping it's a phase. Mostly playing games. But there's been a lot of texting. And girls. Ugh.
You've got such a good head on your shoulders, and you've surprised me with your maturity lately. You spend a lot of time in the evenings on the Xbox (playing basketball, of course) with school friends. But I don't stress about that because you are still bringing home straight A's and enjoying school.
You are very confident in your own skin and don't really seem to care what others think.
The only time you ever get in trouble is when you forget to do something (which happens more often that not) - like when I ask you to bring your laundry downstairs and an hour later, you still haven't done it. And when I ask again, you're like "oh! I forgot!" And when you mumble; it drives your Dad & I crazy.
Your teenage years are quickly approaching. I'm as ready as I'm going to get. I hope you stay focused on your grades, basketball, and your friends for a few more years, at least. You say you want to be an engineer, and I think you could be anything you want to be. When you really want something, you put your all into it. You've proven that with basketball.
And just maybe, you'll even get your wish.
Need more pictures like this. Because this is why he does it. And this is what it's all about, win or lose. It's nice when we win though.
Jack often begs Jack to play basketball. I think Cam's intimidated and doesn't want to lose to his big brother. Tonight was different. Cameron lost. But he had fun. And Bella, well, she played a little baseball, and took a bike ride with her baby.
My name is Kaci. I am a working mom of 3. Wife to Josh. Mom to Jackson, Cameron & Isabella. My life is dinner, homework, baseball, basketball, grocery lists, laundry, wine, video games, and bath time. I started this blog because I am passionate about photography and journaling, and because I wanted a place to write it all down, to rememeber little details so easily forgotten in the mad rush that is the life of a family of 5. Through my photos and words, I endeavor to capture our story.