Can't wait for Spring Break

Ok, so everyone else just tell stories, so I can too. There's no law that says that the blog has to have pictures, so stop judging me.

So, tonight I went to the meeting for volunteer coachs for Bailey's soccer team we signed her up for (coach's kid gets to play for free, I know, we're cheap). She is just beyond excited to play "real soccer." I've been sneaking her into the sports class I teach at the Community Center and she has just loved it (and been dominating, she's not afraid to push anyone out of her way to get to that ball!) Sometimes I get a little embarrassed that she's so aggressive. Well, it's funny to see all the "Joe Softballs" out there that think that the "non-competitive" rec league will be their ticket to the NBA, MLS, MLB, or some other league. I actually had a coach for some 8 year olds yelling in the kid's face to "play some D" while the parents were heckling and booing the referee. I thought, "great, here's my chance to get on CNN!" I ask the crowd to calm down and be good role models for the kids and demonstrate some good sportsmanship. Well, you can imagine how this was received! Some grandpa starts yelling at me how "my ref is cheating" etc. etc. Well, had to kick his scooter-riding-bum right out of that game. Sorry grandpa, but little Timmy's gonna have to play without his "PaPa." He wanted to start a fight with me, but I just stepped on his oxygen hose until he passed out. I'm sure someone will find him in the closet I stuffed him in. Well, he's got to learn sometime, right?

It's a boy!

That other ultrasound was from Oct. These are 2 of the more recent ones. If you have a brain, you can see his profile in one, and the other one why I call it a "he."

Why do pregnancies take so long?

Shouldn't they be like a pizza? You decide you want one, order it, it comes in like an hour....9 more weeks. Here's the little guy in black and white. Scott, if you look closely, you can see the gesture he's giving you.

12

Yesterday, the Spurs won for the 12th straight time. Life is good. Parker had 19, Tim with 17 and 13. I like the name Timothy Parker Poston.....and peanut butter cups.

Ok, so I think we're figuring out this whole blog thing. Now that basketball season is over, I actually have time to do stuff like this. Here's some (kind of) recent picture from our snowdays.