It’s takes an old person quite a while

Well, this post is about what I did last weekend. But since Monday was my birthday, in my old age, it is taking me quite a while to post. Anyhow, here we go…

Friday night I spent the evening with two of my besties. We had dinner and a ton of laughs.

It was lots of fun and just nice to be out with girls. No kids. That’s always fun right?

Thanks girls!

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Saturday Mr. Dunbar and I went to a wedding.

Question:And this is how you know you’re getting old?

Answer: You’re friends with the parents of the bride. 

When we met Lauren, she was in junior high wearing braces and friendship bracelets. She has grown up into a lovely young lady and we were very happy to share in her special day.         

Why I didn’t wear a pink pashmina to match Mr. Dunbar I do not know. Those are the details that bug me. Getting old, I’m telling you.

Okay, moving on.

Some of our friends that have moved out of state flew in for the wedding. It was really nice to see them. They are the friends that when you see them again things just pick right back up as if no time has passed.

And just so you can see what my husband is really like.  My mom caught it on film.  And I just realized there is not one photo of my parents, who were at the wedding also. I think some old-peopleness is starting to set  in.

The toast of the night was given by the mother-in-law when she ended her speech with “And may you give us lots of grandbabies!”  This is what the mother-of –the-bride’s face looked like.

Or maybe these boys just never grow up.

~mrs. dunbar

The Pee Wee’s

These little guys do everything their big brothers do, including Pee Wee Soccer. Bogie had been counting down for five weeks until it was his turn to “go to soccer practice.”

The advantage of being a second brother is that you already know what’s going to happen and you’ve got all of the cool gear. (Monkey wore Vans to his first soccer practice.) Bogie was outfitted in his soccer socks, cleats, and he even took his own soccer bag packed with his choice of Gatorade.

    

I think I’ve got a true soccer star on my hands here. Dribbling the ball up and down the field.

Taking the shot.

He’s even got the follow'-thru watch. 

Kai Kai’s cousin is also playing. But trying to get three 3 year olds to cooperate for a picture is like asking an elephant to smile, (it just doesn’t happen.)

To see Monkey’s 1st time playing soccer here.

~mrs. dunbar

Soccer Family

Monkey had his first game of the season on Saturday. Only catch, the opponents didn’t show up. No joke. We had two fields and the only ones warming up and putting on their game faces were these little Warrior Sharks. Nobody else. But since there were eight of them and about 45 parents and grandparents who came out to watch, they played four on four with turned in jerseys.

    

GOAL!

 

My favorite shot of the day.

G-Man came to the game decked out in his own little soccer warm-up jersey. 

Bogie was out there pretending to be a Landon Donovan soccer superstar.  

Then he came in to hug his baby brother. 

But, are you ready for this? It gets even better, Mr. Dunbar is coaching and I am the Team Mom. We are now the all-american soccer family. Now all I need is a mini-van and the some bumper stickers. I

feel like there should be a theme song playing here. Can you hear it? 

Kudos to us.

And just because I like this shot so much

and I’m hoping you’re having a goal-scoring kind of day.

Here you go one more time.

(I wish I felt this way about cleaning the bathroom.) 

~mrs. dunbar

playing, playing, playing

Mr. Dunbar’s boss gave us their playset. Her kids have outgrown it, and well, as it was free, we just couldn’t pass it up. It’s been weathered, but its solid and with the beating that my three boys will give it, it’ll do. A few days ago he and my dad set it up in my MIL’s backyard.

      

On Labor Day the boys went surfing. Well, pool surfing, that is.  

These guys were lovin’ their Hebrew National hotdogs.

  Ben-Ben was there. Hi Ben!Popeye couldn’t figure out how Ben had grown so quickly.  

Popeye, that isn’t Ben, that’s his big brother. That’s what he’s going to look like in 6 years.

See the similarity?

 

 

Well, its Friday. Hallelujah!!

We’re going to try and beat the heat with an early soccer game and then some family time perhaps watching some movies in our jammies on the couch.

~mrs. dunbar