Monday, August 27, 2007

I've been tagged in the Middle Name Game

I've been tagged by my friend, Kell. So, here it goes:

The rules:

You have to post these rules before you give the facts.
Players, you must list one fact that is somehow relevant to your life for each letter of your middle name.
If you don’t have a middle name, use the middle name you would have liked to have had.
When you are tagged you need to write your own blog-post containing your own middle name game facts.
At the end of your blog-post, you need to choose one person for each letter of your middle name to tag.
Don’t forget to leave them a comment telling them they’re tagged, and to read your blog.
My middle name is Marie.

M is for Mom. She chose the name. She is a great Mom and I hope that I am as good of a mother to my children.

A is for Artistic. There is an artsy side of me.

R is for relax, which is something I need to do.

I is for intelligence, a quality I greatly admire and am drawn to.

E is for empathy, which I am feeling right now for many people in my life.

Now I'm supposed to list the people I've tagged. Thanks goodness I don't have a longer name!

Let's see now....
Miriam Pauline
and Caitlin!

Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Football Dude

I have no idea how I gave birth to someone who wants to play football. It's not that I don't like sports, it's just the idea of spending 16 hours at a camp where they MAKE you run and sweat and take some hits, rain or shine, that I'm not particularly inclined toward. Noah spent exactly that, 16 hours over 4 days, learning some football skills. He's been after us to let him play for a year and a half. So many people have told us that this boy is built for football and that, if he wants to play, he should learn how to do so properly. I was skeptical, I'll admit, until picking him up at the field after the first two-hour session.

Me: How was football, buddy?
Noah: Best thing in the WORLD!
Me: Did you get tackled?
Noah: Oh yeah! But I took a couple of guys down too.
Me: Did it hurt?
Noah: Yeah, but everyone was cheering for me.

The idea of anyone hurting my baby isn't a pleasant one. I don't get guy sports. I like to watch football, I just can't imagine willingly putting myself on the field. This is where the gender difference between mother and son really stands out. I'm a better soccer mom. I'd better suck it up. Regular season is underway.