Bingham Silver Gremlins - what a strong line!

Here are a couple of pictures from practice. The boys got to wear just helmets and shoulder pads this day rather than full pads but you can still see what a strong line we have! Go Bingham Silver Gremlins!

(P.S. Parker is the one in the center with the black shorts, black arm guards, and blue jersey. I know it is hard to tell them apart sometimes.)

Football

Parker is LOVING Football. I am so sad that I lost some of the initial posts I had made when he first started tryouts, practice, etc, but I guess we will just go from here. This is the first picture I took, however, the day he got his pads and helmet and tried them on.

"Welcome to Holland"

My awesome Sister gave me this story she had read on one of her friends blogs. (I don't know her friend so I don't want to post her info without permission.) She gave it to me as it really applies to the situation we are going through with the upcoming arrival of our little girl, Bailey. However, I think that it could really apply to many other situations as well so I wanted to pass it along.
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WELCOME TO HOLLAND
By Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987. All rights reserved.

When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around ... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills ... and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy ... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away ... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But ... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.
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We have purchased our new guide books and are starting to learn our new language for our trip to Holland. We realize that, although it wasn't the trip we had planned, we are anxiously awaiting our visit to Holland - with all of our family - no matter how long or short the visit may be.

I love you, Sis!

Starting again ...

Well, as some of you noticed, we had a bit of a problem with our blog - it got deleted !!! I am soooo so sad because I don't remember everything I had on there. Anyway .. I am going to try to slowly but surely add some of the things back on that I remember but, meanwhile, I figure I may as well just go from here.
So - for those of you that have emailed me asking where I went .. I'm back - starting from scratch!