A Frat Boy in the Making

Noah had quite a busy weekend. On Saturday he had his first soccer practice. We have the new ball, new shinguards, new cleats. He had the confidence of the world. I was so proud as he wanted to be the first in line to do what Coach Chad asked. That lasted for the first half hour. The second half hour was a different story. He came off the field for water and decided he was scarred and didn't want to go back on the field. He cried and clung to Jeff as if it would kill him. Great. Here we go again. We're that family. You know, the one that just asks for attention. Normal would be so nice.

Well, I guess that's asking too much. On Saturday night Jeff and I got the boys to bed at a decent hour. These days, that is becoming a chore. Anyway, around 10:30 as I was sitting in our room folding laundry, Noah walks in. Sometimes he wakes up and comes in our room to get into bed with us. Since we weren't in bed, he just stood there. I asked "Noah, do you have to go potty?" He said yes and walked into our bathroom. But instead of walking all the way in and to the right to the toilet, he stopped just inside the door, turned left and started to pee in our bathtub. Yeah, don't think we're getting that normal award quite yet!

And on the Joshua front, we're headed back to Hotel Hopkins today. We aren't sure how long we'll be in since we have to wait until Joshua is fully hydrated to start the chemo and he must clear it from his system before he can come home. But we'll be there till at least Thursday.