Soccer Mom

I am becoming a "Soccer Mom"! All I really need is the bumper sticker of Jaxon's chosen sport with his number and name to put on my back window.

We are all excited over here in the Pearson household with Jaxon's new Sports Camp. He goes once a week for 4 weeks and each week they focus on a different sport. So stinkin' cute!

The first week was basketball. Umm, yeah. Basketball isn't his sport.

I have to brag. Jaxon was by far the BEST listener! He did everything Coach Nicole asked him to do. She'd say, "Ok. Everyone back on their star." and Jax would be the first one on his circle. She'd say, "Hold your ball." Jaxon was the first and only one to stop dribbling and hold his ball. I was impressed.

He is going to rock preschool!

First there was a warm-up and some stretching

Then inside the gym we went to practice some essential basketball skills... chest pass, bounce pass, overhead pass, dribbling and of course shooting!











Last week they played soccer. Oh I think Jaxon will be the next David Beckham for sure! Even the coach commented on how good he was. He smoked the other kids while dribbling the ball! He was able to run and kick the ball no problem. We're so proud.

Unfortunately, I forgot my nice camera and video camera. So all I have are cell phone pictures.

There goes Jaxon, dribbling to the other goal. He's the on in between the 2 coaches.

This week he'll do baseball.

Blue! 44! Hike!

Jaxon LOVES sports! Baseball, football, soccer, golf, you name it he wants to play it. This makes Brian happy to no end. He wants his boy to be athletic. Anytime Jax notices Brian with free time, he jumps on the chance to play something outside. Thank goodness that our new house has a big grassy area for the 2 of them to play. The other night was football... without pants. But c'mon, pants are overrated!

Tackled!

Going for the touchdown!

Who Knew?

I am a girly girl! I love everything that comes with being a girl. I love manicures & pedicures. I love pink! I would wear dresses & skirts everyday of the year if I could. I love wearing high heels, HATE tennis shoes! I can't leave the house without make up on, even if I go to the gym I have to wear foundation & mascara. I know absolutely nothing about sports and have no desire to learn. I would die before I skipped a hair appointment. I spend way too much on getting my hair done. My favorite part of the day is the hour I spend getting ready. I love shopping, I love shoes, purses, jewlery & clothes. You get the picture!

When I was young and pictured myself as a mom, I always pictured myself with a little girl. Of course the little girl would always be dressed in the cutest outfits with matching shoes & hair accessories. She would love to play with dolls and I would take her to get a pedicure as soon as her little feet would reach the water basin. I had a ton of girl names picked out. Not one boy name. When I was pregnant from weeks 5 to 19 I had a sneaking suspicion I was having a boy. As much I dreaded it, what would I do with a boy? I fiercely held out hope that it would be a girl, I mean I had a fifty-fifty chance right?

Well, when we went in for the, much anticipated, 20 week ultrasound I couldn't stand it! The tech said, "I see a penis! You're having a boy!" My heart sank. Really? A boy? I didn't know anything about "boy things". A teeny tiny part of me was sad. You mean I couldn't paint the nursery pink or buy all of those adorable pink polka-dotted dresses at Target?

But of course, I did my motherly duty and painted the nursery blue, bought blue outfits, blue bottles, blue blue blue! All except the pacifier holder! I chose pink! The cashier even said, "Umm. Your having a boy. Why is this pink? Go exchange it real quick" "No. I will be carrying the pacifier holder. I want something pink. It will stay pink."

Of course, now and even at twenty-something weeks pregnant, I wouldn't trade my boy in for the world. Actually, now I am grateful I have a boy. We all know the attitudes girls bring and the worrying about boys I would have to do.

Jaxon is a boy through and through! He loves all sports, he makes sound effects, he can't sit still, he plays with dirt! Each day this week I have had to wrestle him to get the dirt out of his fingernails! He loves to play rough, loves to be outside & loves dinosaurs. He always had a dirty face & screams bloody murder when I try to wash it or wipe it clean.

All boy. And I LOVE IT!

This is a glimpse into what I expect my summer to look like:

Jaxon isn't much of a fan of keeping the sand in the sandbox! He prefers to throw it in the air or empty it.

Who knew I would love being the mama to a boy so much??

Half way done with NaBloPoMo!