G is for Glow in the Dark

G is for Glow in the Dark.  We have had an extremely wet Spring around here and thus, one of the boys' soccer games got rained out.   In order to make it up, the park decided to do a glow-in-the-dark game at night to provide something fun for the kids.  In true ballpark fashion, it was utter chaos!  Nothing out of the ordinary, but again, the coach didn't bother to show up and only two of our kids came to the game.  So they joined another team and all 4 teams played a big scrimmage game with all the kids playing at once.  Somehow these kids, who normally whine after 15 minutes, played 35 minutes straight before taking a break.  Of course, when they DID take a break, the kids lost all interest in the game and just wanted to chase each other all over the football field where they play.  Nothing else new.  What WAS new?  Apollo paid attention to the coach, played as a team with the other kids AND scored one of the two goals that won the game for his "team."  Yes, my baby scored a GOAL.   G is for GOAL! And he did it with purpose, not on accident.  He kicked the ball 3/4 of the way down the field, dribbled it and kicked it into the goal, past the goalie!  It was a proud mama moment, even though I only heard it - it was dark and hard to see the kids aside from their glow sticks.

G is for Graduation Party.  As in Orion's, since Apollo is not yet in school.  In Mobile County, they don't celebrate anything aside from high school graduation, which I have always disliked.  It was that way when I went to school too, but I didn't know any different then.  I do now.  My Facebook feed this week has been blowing up with pictures of sweet little 6 years old in graduation gowns and I admit, I stomped my foot and decided to do my own thing for Orion.  So we got balloons, we decorated the house and we went to Chuck E Cheese for pizza and games.  The kids LOVE Chuck E Cheese and we generally make it there about four times a year, for various reasons.  Usually, it's because that's how long it takes for me to save up spare dollars to pay for it.  Apollo had a blast - he danced at the show, scarfed down pizza and Pepsi, played in the tubs (with both brothers and very few arguments) and ran around like a maniac playing games.  He even sat somewhat still to get his picture "taken" at the sketch book machine and got himself an "access card."  He gave both machines the "stink eye" but it was an improvement over the last dozen times he's been.  He even ran up to Chuck E, gave him a high five and took a pretty awesome picture with him.  All without a single moment of meltdown.  Progress! 

G is for Grandmama.  Those of you who have been reading for a while know that Grandmama is Apollo's best friend and we have recently begun his weekly trips to visit again.  I dropped him off today as normal and returned to get him two and a half hours later.  Grandmama swears he behaved, but I have my doubts.  He and Orion fought before AND after his detour to Grandmama's house, but maybe he did behave himself for his best friend.  I know he ate like his normal self - peanut butter and jelly and who knows what else.  Kid eats from the moment he walks in the door to the moment he walks out.  I love that he gets the time to visit with her though.  It does generally help him, especially in regaining his footing in this crazy world of emotions.