To celebrate Genesee turning 5, we hosted a unicorn-themed birthday party (for the the third year running) and enjoyed a slow-cooked, shredded chicken taco dinner, per the birthday girl’s request.
At five years of age, Genesee is becoming very independent. From buckling her own seatbelt, to getting herself dressed, to sleeping in her own room without me, she’s practically a grown-up!
These days, Genesee has not only inspired me to become a lover of popcorn, but she has also taught me what it looks like to be an upstander. In fact, Genesee is the fiercest defender I know… always standing up for what she believes is right. And since I’m always right, anyone who wants to mess with me will have to answer to my little sister first.
Happy birthday, Gigi Luigi! May all your unicorn dreams come true!
On July 23rd, we loaded up the Chevrolet Suburban and made the 3.5 hour trek to Green Bay to experience Lambeau’s first ever soccer match! We were among 78,128 fellow soccer fanatics, as tickets were purchased from all 50 states and 19 different countries to watch the friendly exhibition match between Bayern Munich and Manchester City. It was electrifying! (Especially, the part when lightning and other severe weather forced fans to take cover in the arena’s concourse.)
For a moment there, it was a little scary. In fact, I’m not quite sure if I peed my pants or if they got soaked by the rain. Either way, our spirits were not dampened. Because, not only did my team, Manchester City, win the match 1-0, but Maddox and I also picked up some tips and tricks to bring back to our Rush Soccer Club and Genesee got some quality Quinn time! It was epic.
Due to the recent Supreme Court decision to overturn Roe v. Wade, after a 50-year precedent that gave women the right to make autonomous decisions about their own bodies and reproductive functions, mom and many women across the country have declared the 4th of July canceled due to a shortage of independence.
With implications that this reversal of law could also threaten additional rights like interracial marriage, gay marriage, access to birth control, and in vitro fertilization (IVF), losing freedom definitely made the 4th of July holiday less happy, so we had to go in search of joy. And since no one does joy better than Yogi Bear, we followed the interstate to Jellystone Park in Warrens, Wisconsin.
To distract us from the reality that Genesee will come of age with fewer rights than her grandmothers had, we jumped out our frustration on the big, bouncy pillow and then we played miniature golf, splashed in the waterpark, learned the game of Gaga Ball, shot some hoops, watched outdoor movies, fished in the mornings, cleaned fish in the afternoons, took a train tour around the premises, had a photo shoot with Boo Boo the statue, and hosted Colin and his family for a day.
We played, and played, and played. Because tomorrow we may need to fight for our rights.
After a three-year hiatus, we made our return to Dairy Breakfasts! We got up so early, I thought we were going fishing, but instead, we were going eating! It’s a hard life.
Mom missed out on the fun because she was in the Grand Cayman Islands, but because the show must go on and the pancakes must get consumed, we forged ahead without her. And even though the breakfast didn’t quite compare to the meals we get to regularly enjoy at Grandma & Grandpa’s house on Sunday mornings, it was still a perfect day!
For some people, spring is for welcoming the animals back from hibernation and witnessing the seedlings turn to bloom. For me and sis, we’re just here for the breakfast in bed with made-to-order bacon, exploring frisbee golf courses, and birthday cake shenanigans!
At eight years old, I got to experience my first basketball camp in Black River Falls, and I. Am. Hooked.
Besides getting to skip 3 days of summer school, and on top of learning the fundamentals of the game alongside my best bud, Danny, I especially liked the part where I earned the much revered title of “Camp MVP,” thanks to those late night games of HORSE with dad! Not only does that designation grant me bragging rights, but it also came with a cool t-shirt. I’m now pumped to continue my basketball career in style, and with a boost in confidence. After all, if I don’t make it to the NBA, at least I’ll have collected a free wardrobe along the way.
We did it! Before Memorial Day arrived, I transformed into a third grader…
…and Genesee became a kindergartener.
Mrs. Miller and Ms Toni taught us well and we LOVED them for it, but the time has come to dazzle our brilliance in front of new teachers and bigger classrooms. We. Are. Ready. For. It. But first, summer!
Spring soccer with my Rush club team was a blast! After our initial poor performance at the Des Moines tournament, we finished our regular season in undefeated fashion, even with one man down or no subs.
Still, even though winning is fun, the best part for me was participating in the victory lap at the conclusion of each game, because there’s just something about receiving high fives from your smiling, gushing parents fan club (especially since last season’s protocol was to wave from a COVID-safe distance). In fact, this lap of love even topped the feeling of scoring a goal in the final game of the season, after spending most of my playing time in a defender position. You might not have assumed this after bearing witness to my over-the-top celebratory run-dance, but truly, the highlight was not the super impressive, career-building goal that I scored; What I loved most about this season was the receiving line of proud supporters.
Thank you, loved ones, for faithfully cheering us on and for always being there to tie the occasional loose shoe string in the middle of the games. We hear you on the sidelines even if we’re too cool to acknowledge as such.