Victory Lap

When Hayes brought home his artwork for the week, it was obvious what the highlight of his week was:

When I looked at his artwork, it brought tears to my eyes.  Daddy has been very busy at work.  It is just that season where we do not get to see him much.  In fact, Daddy almost missed the Boosterthon race.  It was obvious what Hayes did not express in words, he put in a picture.

Boosterthon 2011

The kids' school has been running a fundraiser that promotes health and leadership, while raising money for the school.  The concept is pretty simple.  The kids ask for pledges, whether a flat donation or a price per lap, and then run laps on Boosterthon day.  Each day for the last week, Boosterthon has excited the children with videos and pep rallies, enticing them with impossible-to-attain-prizes that probably only cost a dollar.  But at the rallies, they also teach them important concepts such as don't be a bully, how to be a leader, the importance of wellness, etc.

My two children had different ways of preparing for the big race day.  Hayes begged me every day for a week to not send him to school on Friday (race day).  Houston, on the other hand, wanted to practice running every day when he got home from school.  Of course, he didn't run very far or very long before he was ready to move on to something else.

The night before pledges were due, I had Houston call my dad to ask him for a donation.  The conversation went something like this:

Huey:  Hey Papaw!  How much money are you going to give me?
Papaw:  Hey Houston.  I'm going to pledge you 50 cents per lap.
Huey:  Nah.  How about $2?
Papaw:  No, 50 cents per lap.
Huey:  Okay, how about $1?

The he proceeds to ask Papaw how much money Grammy was going to pledge.  My dad told him that he did not know.  When we saw Papaw later that night, Houston immediately got excited.  "Hey Papaw, how much money is Grammy gonna owe me?"

All the grandparents showed up to cheer for the boys.  Daddy even made it.  The boys did great!  Together, they raised nearly $100 for the school and had a great time doing it.

Happy Easter!!

It is quite obvious that Carters does not make

hats for my children...

Not sure what gave me that impression...

That's what you call rockin' the 97th percentile head circumference!

Notes to Self...

1.  Chocolate chip cookies are better after Easter pictures.

2.  Baskin Robbins bubble gum ice cream is best

served with a wet wipe.

3.  A bottle of slime should not be left unsupervised.

And finally, the most important note...

4. When asked for gum, the answer should be "no!"



Red Guy vs Blue Guy

There is an epic battle that continues on a near daily basis in our house (besides the mom vs laundry, that one is a given and mom loses every time.)  It's the red guy versus blue guy.  Aka Hawkins' way of wrestling with his dad.

In his utmost high pitch voice, "Dad, you 'wessel' with me?" Hawkins asks Adam.  He then proceeds to stare at Adam with those gigantic eyes.  "Sure, buddy!" is always the reply.

Hawkins then strikes a kung-foo pose and announces "Red guy!"  Adam does the same, only he plays the blue guy.  And the battle to the death begins.

There have been many, many casualties along the way.  I have seen arms sliced off, swords through the gut, and fatal body slams, just to name a few.  Good thing they both have unlimited lives!

Did Someone Say Dinner?

I've been meaning to do this post for months--that's how long this has been going on.  I kept forgetting to snap a picture of Holt wailing at dinnertime--until now.

It never fails.  Holt wakes up crying just as I sit down to eat dinner.  Doesn't matter how long he has been asleep.  Or rather, how long he was supposed to have been asleep.  But, I have to admit it is a whole lot better than him waking up crying as I am preparing dinner.  In that instance, he'd just have to scream it out or be at the mercy of his brothers' tender loving care (or lack there of, depending on the day).  Adam and I have both skillfully mastered the art of eating with a baby sitting on our knee.  However, Holt has become highly interested in the mouthfuls of yummy smelling somethings that continually bypass his own mouth.  Wonder how much longer he will tolerate it?!

The Temporary Babysitter

I have a confession...our 5 month old loves Nick Jr.  He happily sits in his swing, chewing his fingers, watching whatever might be on at the moment.  I know, it's terrible.  But it is a HUGE help when I'm putting all his brothers to bed.  Let the mind rotting begin...