it's my girls' world

And just like that it turned into Monday! Here's a few snapshots from our weekend. 

 

On Friday, the girls and I were solo so we did swim lessons, ate leftovers, had a blind-folded taste test and watched The Princess Diaries.

 

My kids are officially obsessed with gum. We don't let the kids have gum too often. Well, A isn't allowed at all  since she's two(she gets another treat to tide her over) but C was introduced to gum when her dad took her skating on Saturdays. She thinks it is the best thing in the entire WORLD. She chews and ches and chews for hours. I don't get it. Even as a kid, I got sick of all the chewing especially when the gum lost its flavour. She is always asking for gum as a treat when we go to the store. 

Now, I don't let her get it ordinarily-- the regular gum is sugar free so I don't want her to get all that aspartame into her 6 year old body. And the gum with sugar has corn syrup in it so that's no bueno either. However, last Friday I did get her one as a treat. 

Then Dad grabbed a piece. Bubble blowing ensued. And then the giggles began.

Sheer joy!!

Pure captivation!

Can I touch it?

I'll pop it.

Bubble blowing is a skill that my six year old could not fully master despite her most valiant efforts. 

And more bubbles.

And popping and giggles!! The shrieks of laughter from popping these bubbles were INSANE!

So very much fun for less than $1.

(and guess who's officially the more fun parent now?!)

Linking up with Jess  for It's The Little Things.

So we have a little soccer star here. And though you might think it's this one....

She spends quite a bit of the game doing this

I don't blame here. It's her first time, the sun  is hot, there's lots to talk about with her five year old friends, this isn't her favourite (dance is). I might have been the same. 

However, this is the one I'm talking about. 

Our coach, Darin. 

When I was signing C up for summer soccer, I noticed there was a $50 discount for the players if  a parent signed up to help with coaching. I asked D if he wanted to as he loves soccer and he agreed. Bear in mind,  we thought it was to help. When he went to the first training, it was then he realised that he was the soccer coach. Yikes!

He had never done anything like this before but as D usually does, he faced it head on! There was some training but not lots. He did research on youth drills online, watched youtube videos, studied the instructional brochures and was ready to go. Of course, I somehow got roped in involved, having to email the team, develop snack sign up sheets and become the assistant coach when someone cancelled last minute. Each week, in true D form, he does a debrief at home when he's done each week of what went well, what didn't and what he as a coach could do better next week. It's sort of sweet, sort of weird, sort of impressive. 

I won't lie, it's hard work. It's dealing with five year old personalities, trying to engage the parents and motivating the kids without pushing them too hard. 

Well these days, I am what I'd like to call a World Cup Widow.... at least for the next month. Soccer is always on, we bought lots of beer and taught the kids to shout 'gooooaaaalllllll' when our team of choice scores. This weekend Darin wanted to do absolutely nothing for Father's Day except watch soccer.... bahaha!

On Friday night, we invited some of our neighbours over. Raspberry mojitos anyone? PS. I finally was able to use some of that mint that's been growing like a weed in my herb garden

My sweeties and I on Saturday morning. D was of course watching the World Cup.