I was up early, too early for a Saturday, with an appointment at Honda for Peggy Pilot to have an oil change. When I arrived, I was talked into a front end alignment (which I knew needed) and within 10 minutes, I was out the door to start my day with a rental. Let's just say Peggy is running as smooth as a new car and I invested in a nice healthy check-up.
The story of Saturday was soccer and family.
I love Liv. She is finally coming around to talk to me. She reminds me so much of her mama, who I adore. She was fweezing at the soccer field this morning, so was I Livy.
The story of Saturday includes these two girls. Cousins by LOVE.
The story of Saturday was another car trip for me and JH for soccer. We spend a lot of time in the car on Saturdays, but hanging with JH solo for a few hours is always fun. We are silly, we dance, we laugh. We noticed we both have double chins, we laughed some more (which is better than crying).
The story of Saturday was weekend soccer game #1 for JH. Coach Sean yells, he yells a lot, a.lot. It was an intense game. His team lost 3-1, but he played awesome with some amazing saves. His team and their parents just love Joseph.
The story of Saturday was family. After Lilia's game and after picking up my car at the Honda dealer and before heading to JH's game, I started some soup in the crockpot. When I got home, I made some cornbread and we packed up for papa and Lita's house. But we first had an kitchen sing along to Mama Mia.
Saturday night's story was food -- chicken chili soup, cornbread, tortillas, beans, fried papas and fideo. Meets the needs of all our eaters. I love my nieces.
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