So, I'll brag a Little...

Ian and Evan at the Skate park

Anything that has wheels in our home goes with us to the skate park. I hold my breath and pray...and I pad. You may not see all the padding, but it is there. I wish I could figure out how to pad all their little bones.

Ian:

Ian is Ian. He is so much like his daddy. Most of the time he is right where he says he is going to be, doing exactly what he said he was going to do. He is also very bright. He thinks like his daddy also. You can see the wheels spinning all the time. I am always amazed at how much he remembers.

A couple of weeks ago, we did his beginning-of-the-year testing so we would have a benchmark for his learning this year.

Here are his scores:

Language Arts: 95%

Math: 99%

In one area of math he tested off the charts.

I have always been amazed at how much a child can learn when they have one-on-one attention or even four-on-one attention. I am so blessed to be able to teach him right now.

I am proud of my little cutie and just wanted to brag...just a little.

Today

I am in a funk.

I feel blaw.

I hate bad news. It steals my joy.

Rude, clueless people bug me. If I am like that, be my friend and tell me.

My ear hurts all the time.

I am afraid of the swine flu.

It hurts my feelings when people complain about what I cook for dinner.

Evan got stung on his head. Steve bought Benadryl. He didn't need it, thankfully.

I bought 150 canning jars. I am not sure if I feel excited or pressured by them.

I love the sun but it isn't helping. I hope it sticks around for me to get my act together.

I think I am anemic. I need a steak or something.

I am reading a very good book. This is my third time.

I need to clean my house.

I hate television and wish it would go away. It steals my family from me.

I really want Ian's curriculum to come so I don't have to think so much.

Evan likes my dark chocolate.

I felt paranoid in the makeup section at Freddies because I took my old lip gloss out of my purse to see what color it was and was afraid someone would think I was shoplifting if I put it back in my purse.

Amanda picked it up and threw it back in my purse. She is healthier than me today.

I am going to watch the second Lord of the Rings with Amanda and Steve....so I can be with them.

I love rice.

I do not like rice cooked in a crock pot.

I can't wait to give my little munchkin a bath and smell his clean little head.

Evan just got his first little-boy birthday invitation that is just for him and is right in my face telling me.

I can smell my chocolate on his breath.

I like that I know how to punctuate compound modifiers.

I don't like when I hear medical terms that I know when they apply to my family members.

I really love ice tea but I wonder if it adds to my feeling uptight.

My stress level is lowering a tad.

Thanks for listening...

Don't run the risk of forgetting today because you are focused on the big events in your life. Today is worth remembering.

I stink...

at Craig's List. I put stuff on Craig's List and then I cave in when they try to get something different out of me than what I posted it for. The truth is, I would give away my right arm if someone needed it. I just like to give, and how can you not give when you have been blessed by so many people in your life, even strangers?

So, I posted really cute preteen stuff from Amanda's room to try and make some money to buy some teen stuff for her room. I ended up with two warn-out boy shirts and another DVD...great, not a fair trade, but she truly looked like she would be blessed and her girls would be blessed by the stuff.

Let it go, Shellie. Truthfully, I wish I would have just given her the stuff. Why is that? Am I stubborn, am I the "fair" queen when it comes to this stuff. This is taking up my valuable brain cells, so I am going to wash one of the shirts, put the other in the goodwill box, and let Evan watch Ice Age, The Meltdown. Then I am going to do laundry with my dryer that my fabulous husband fixed for me, and I am going to try to figure out if posting to CL is worth the time and effort. One of my friends has fabulous results with CL. I think I will give her a call also.

Onward...

Mom, What's This?

It is a scary thing when your little boy walks up to you with a squished look on his face and says, "Mom, what's this." You look and he has something with wings, shriveled, and unidentifiable. Fortunately it is as small as a penny so you don't have to worry about rabies, but why would you pick something up that makes your face squished up? Why, Why, Why? That is the question.

Reminds me of my friends daughter who was doing a scavenger hunt and was suppose to find three feathers. She came back with a dead bird, and she was very proud of herself for finding her treasure. Ug. :-) Kids...Where's the hand sanitizer?

Home Sweet Home

Another soccer story, another Evan story. They seem to go well together these days.

Daddy takes the boys to soccer most of the time...I love that.

This was the conversation in the car after soccer practice tonight between daddy and Evan. They were driving to pick up Amanda at her soccer practice.

"OK, let's go get Mandie."

"I don't want to. I want to go home."

"What are we going to do? Just leave her there?"

"Yes, I want to go home."

"But we'll never see her again."

"OK, we'll get her tomorrow."

You put your right foot in, I mean left foot...

By far the cutest thing I have seen in a long time is five-year-old boys learning how to play soccer. Yesterday Evan dribbled the ball down the field through cones and kicked the ball right into the goal with very little trouble, using his right foot.

Then the coach decided it is never too young to learn to kick with your left foot. Evan dribbled the ball down the field just fine and then he stopped. He looked at his coach and pointed at his left foot. "This leg?" "Yep!" Then came an amazing thing, watching a little boy figure out how to use a part of his brain that he really had never used. I wish I could act it out for you or show you a video but of course I didn't get it. He had the parents laughing. He had the coach laughing. He had Amanda and I by the heartstrings. He turned and twisted his body trying to figure out how to kick the ball with the inside of his left foot. Way too interesting and cute. Go try it on your own kid. It might be an entertaining moment.

Then he became a pro. All it took was once, but very seldom do you actually get to see a part of some one's brain firing for the first time. Pretty cool indeed.