One of the great joys of childhood has go to be being the King and Queen of Poo Mountain.
Besides the garden we had Peter and Juliet both in soccer. Juliet is okay but wasn't interested in playing next fall until she scored a goal and now that she's felt the thrill of victory I think she will give it another try and see how it goes. Peter...sigh of pride and frustration...he is good, really good and he knows it. There isn't a round object in the house that he won't kick and so that is what he does all day long. Luckily we have had a few days where he could just go outside and kick the balls against the house.
We are busy but who isn't. I just need to keep reminding myself that I am raising people not perfection and that trying to get to perfection will only leave me feeling depressed.