Could you send Coach some love.

Coach could use a little bit of your love and well wishes, this week.
He has had some pretty heavy issues to deal with.
First and foremost, he began playing two (yes, TWO as in ONE and then another ONE) basketball leagues. There is always a little nervous moment, each year, where he wonders if he still has the ability to dribble....I am told, he most definitely does.
I have yoga, during league #1 night, so I miss all the fun. Shucks.
This was the first introduction, for Coco, into Daddy's basketball season. Poor Grandpa, now has the job of kinda, sorta watching THREE kids while he mostly watches his son, be awesome.

To prepare, Coco put on her first pair of Adidas Superstars for the occasion. (purchased by her father, 3 months after finding out I was pregnant, before we knew she was a girl).
She also wore the T-shirt, Daddy purchased for her....slash...for himself.
Welcome, to living in Daddy's World, Coco. The rest of us are pukingly aware of how great it is.

Second: Coach is called Coach, because he is one. Tonight, his boys have a BIG Game. Unfortunately, thanks to the bleepin weather, he missed two important practices this week. Road Conditions be darned, Coach really needed this time with "his kids". Direct quote.
I tried to remind him, thanks to the cancellations, he did spend more time at home, with "his kids".
Hard eye roll, directed towards me.




Last, if we all close our eyes, cross our fingers and just wish hard enough.
It may snow, a few more inches, buying Coach another day or two, on avoiding picking up the garbage cans from the curb.
His most dreaded chore.
It's just so darn hard, to walk all the way, down the drive.
Much harder and draining than say...I don't know....playing three hours of basketball.
So please send my husband some love, the poor dear really needs it.