nifty fifty.

On Friday Robs got her first little taste of football. 

She loved it right up until the opposition found her

and then she pitched a fit.

A mostly silent fit- 

with folded arms, 

stomping off, 

and a crusty look.

She does those so well!

We convinced her to come back, and after a couple tries, she figured it out. 

The whole concept of sometimes you win, sometimes you don't 

takes some getting used to.

I almost have it figured out myself.

Enriqueboy had been in a horrible mood. 

When he's in a bad mood- he cancels things. 

For example, on Christmas Eve he cancelled Christmas, 

and then right before bed he took the cancel back. 

It was a close call. 

Friday was full of cancellations-

until some older cousins showed up to play. 

And then he was in heaven.

Did I mention Friday was fifty degrees? 

And did I mention I was on my way to do grocery shopping, 

but played football instead? 

I cancelled the grocery shopping.