the cat's out of the bag

I've gotten really tired of trying to remember to only use my siblings' first initial.  And plus, almost everyone who reads this blog (does anyone even read it?) knows my siblings' names.  So cat's out of the bag, folks. My siblings were not named E, C and Baby A.

No, these are my little mermaids:

I like to call her E, Em, Emalicious, and Emmy. You can call her Emily.

I like to call him Bubba, and sometimes Coop, but mostly just Bubba. You can call him Cooper. 

We call her our Baby Abby, sometimes even just Baby. But you can call her Abby.

My confession: [Only sometimes] when things get tiring, I get lazy and give up.  Hence, you now know my sibling's names. 

pretty athletic bunch

Today is my second to last day of break, so E, C and I decided to play a little game of basketball on our hoop (Baby A is sick with the flu, sadly).  

So basketball.  We played around the world.  And it took forever for someone (C!) to finally win.  I guess we will be leaving the sport of basketball to Baby A.  But we sure did have some fun playing! 

this is basketball, E, not soccer

she wasn't feeling the whole "Air Bud" thing

And then I tackled E and she finally gave me the hug I have been awaiting since getting home for break (Unlike me, she isn't a big hugger). 

AND THEN! We relived our childhood with our tetherball pole! Oh the champion of tetherball did I used to be.  Let me toot my own horn and say that I could beat anyone in that game (about the only athletic game I could beat anyone at).  That was some more fun! 

My confession: I may not be super athletic, but I'll never pass up an opportunity to play some fun games with my siblings.