Brotherly Love

I can't help it. Having a brother is just too fun! Preston is such a good sport for putting up with all of us cheering for him during his games. Here he is turning around to see what all the screaming was about (Mark, Ashleigh, Noah, Ricky, Mom, Brianna, Michael, Sarah, Bill, Lissa and me all cheering for him.):

Realizing it's just us. (and that Noah came!!)
Taking a quick breather and lessons from Dad
Being cool:
Being really cool:
And once again Osbourn wins the game! We love Preston.

I'm in love

Nathan Scott Butterfield born September 21st 10lbs 1 oz. Mommy Rebekah and Daddy Jon are amazing. Our California trip can't come fast enough! I love you sweet Nathan!

Pretty Table

Couldn't have dressed all these tables this past weekend without my hubby! Thank you Michael, you are such a good assistant!

Funny Mommy

My youngest sister, Brianna, started taking piano lessons from my bff Ashleigh. Brianna has a workbook to practice from each week and a section for parent-teacher correspondence involving the child's piano progress. Ashleigh sent me this in a text message during the beginning of her lesson today. Thanks Mom.

A little off-topic don't you think?

This is what Fridays look like

Preston is #88 and is a wide receiver. We love watching him play football. He's so cute! Here he is running to the line of scrimmage. He's all the way on the right in the navy blue.
And you can see him take off!
Former OHS cheerleader and little wannabe cheerleader
If you can spot Preston, you must be related to us.
Cheering on our brother, sans cowbell.
Good Game. Good Game. OHS wins...AGAIN!

I thought I grew out of the embarrassment stage

In all seriousness, my mom purchased a cowbell in order to cheer on my brother (a starter on the varsity football team). Read that again. A cowbell. Cheering on your son is completely understandable and in a crowd of nearly 1000 people you want your voice to be heard. But maybe it has something to do with the fact that it's the same high school I used to attend and I'm indeed not as far removed from it as I thought I've been....I am embarrassed by the cowbell. I'm a grown, married woman venturing back to my old stomping grounds to cheer on my baby brother yet when the cowbell dongs I get sudden flash backs of being a fragile sophomore sitting on the bleachers. Or perhaps it's when the marching band plays a quick beat to pick up the crowd and my mom bangs on her cowbell in a rhythmic pattern that gives away the fact that she used to be in the marching band. I'm not sure. But I know it's just me because everyone around her, including Michael, sees nothing wrong with it. Why doesn't anyone else want to shout, "I've got a fever and the only prescription is more cowbell!"? Last home game she stood up to leave and asked if I wouldn't mind carrying the cowbell home. I recoiled and shouted, "NO!" I don't like it but that cowbell brings out some insecurities and embarrassment that I was not aware I had.

I've got to get going, we are driving back for the next home game tonight.

Sharks

I feel strongly about this and feel the need to warn fellow fresh water lovers:

Two 8ft Bull Sharks were found in the Potomac River this past week. No lie. Be careful and watch for those dorsal fins.

Godspeed.