It is amazing how inspiring a couple of kids find a super hero action flick. We watched a movie tonight and afterward the boys were “flying” all over the house and jumping and kicking and doing their own super hero moves. Some of the moves were pretty impressive and others I am pretty sure would have gotten them kicked out of “Super Hero School.” Needless to say, they were extremely funny. You just had to make sure you stayed clear of all their flying limbs. Of course the lead super hero was missing from all the action. He somehow ended up in the garage building a rabbit house. Even if he had been inside, I am not sure I would have been able to get him to run around with an underwear mask on his head. Even if I had, he wouldn’t have come within ten miles of the camera…
William joined Cub Scouts this year. He attended his first meeting earlier last week, and this morning they kicked off the Popcorn Fundraiser. Rob and William hit the streets and did great. William has a long way to go to meet his pack goal, but he is off to a wonderful start. They are going to continue going door-to-door and we emailed practically everyone we know so that they have the opportunity to purchase online. William is very excited about all the activities he will be able to do in Cub Scouts. Feel free to click on the link below if you would like to support our Cub Scout!
Dancing is the poetry of the foot.
I am not sure there is anything cuter than a group of five-year-old girls all dressed up in pink and purple ballet outfits. Catheryn wants to be a ballerina when she grows up and she had her first lesson yesterday. She is in a Combo class and will be learning the foundations of ballet and tap. It was neat to watch her dance around with all the other little girls. She had a great time and is excited to go back. I think Thursday might be her new favorite day of the week. 🙂
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. ~Stanley Horowitz
It is no secret that I love summer. But inevitably, it must end. As I sit here trying to think of what to write about fall, I find myself thinking not of the beginning of a new season, but the end of another. Rob’s suggestion was to think of all the things that I like about fall. So, here goes…
- Excellent photo opportunities
- Halloween and trick-or-treating with the kids
- Leaf piles
- No more mosquitos
- Beautiful scenery
- Thanksgiving with my family
- Thick blankets and fuzzy socks
There are many things about fall that I really do enjoy. I have always been hung up on the one thing I don’t like – the fact that it is followed by a long, dark, cold winter. Sometimes we just need a little encouragement to break out of a rut and look at things from a different angle. If you can’t change it, you may as well embrace it! Thank you, Rob!!
You know those mornings when you would do anything if you could just go back to bed? I had one of those yesterday…
The morning started of simple enough – shower, bed made, kids up and dressed and so on. But for some reason, about ten minutes before we were to head out the door, I convinced myself that Nathan’s basketball permission slip had to go in the mail right that minute.
So, I filled it out and cut the bottom off so I could have the top information. Everything was going fine until I started to fold the paper and realized that there was more to fill out on the back. No problem, I though, I would just tape the paper back together, fill out the rest and stick it in the mail.
When I pulled the tape out of the drawer… it was empty. The boys had used it all up on cardboard boxes and put the empty dispenser back in the drawer. With a grunt/growl, I shut the drawer – not quite as hard as I wanted to but a little harder than I probably should have. Well guess what?
My digital camera battery charger was in the way. So just how hard did I shut the drawer? Hard enough to split the charger in half. I am pretty sure I felt smoke coming out of my ears – and the kids were probably covering theirs.
At this point, I all but wadded up the two and a half pieces of the permission slip and shoved it into an envelope.
It was a local address, so it was probably received today. I am extremely grateful that I was not present when it arrived. My guess is that their first impression was that it was a prank. The check for the jersey was most likely the only thing that made it somewhat authentic. Of course with my luck, I probably forgot to sign it.
When I take Nathan to his first practice, I will have to arrive in some sort of disguise to avoid death by humiliation. I can just see them checking him in for the first time, opening his file, and pulling out his permission slip, all two and a half wrinkled pieces. Yep, a disguise will most definitely be necessary…
The two rules of procrastination: 1) Do it today. 2) Tomorrow will be today tomorrow. ~Author Unknown
Rob and I are horrible procrastinators. We are great talkers when it comes to things that need to be done and projects we want to work on. But, when that weekend rolls around and we have the time to do the things that we talk about all week…
We tend to jump in the car instead. Rarely do we have a plan. The direction we head is usually determined by which way the car is pointing. We can cruise around all day, sometimes the whole weekend, and not get a single thing done. But it never fails that while we are driving around and seeing pretty sites and wandering around new little towns and exploring new stretches of river, our conversations always return to…
Projects. We want to get the trailer arranged so that we can just throw our camping and fishing gear in and head out on an adventure. We want to get the garage organized so that all our gear is together, the boxes are sorted, the garbage disposed of. I have things to mend, glue, tape, you name it. So, while we are out driving around this beautiful state, we decide that next weekend we will work on such projects. The only problem is that sometime during that week, one of us will hear about something going on, or see a road we haven’t driven yet. And then when the weekend rolls around again, we are…
You guessed it, we are in the car, going who knows where to do who knows what. And loving every minute of it, might I add. But projects are not accomplished that way, so the list keeps getting longer and longer until eventually, we have to tackle it.
So I must say that I am very proud of us this weekend. Rob is in the garage organizing, cleaning, fixing, sorting. I myself will brave the basement (daylight hours only) and all that comes with it. I will join in the sorting and cleaning, the mending and the disposing of. Of course, while we are doing all the things we talk about but rarely decide to do, we will be thinking that it is a great day for a drive, and wondering which road we would be on if we had decided to head out.
But I also know us well enough to realize that when toady is over, and we can walk from one end of the garage to the other, and our camping gear is neatly organized, and the boxes in the basement have been sorted, we are going to be glad that we finally made the decision to stay home. You never can tell, maybe we will even come across the topographical map that we seemed to have misplaced. Let’s just hope we are done with our projects before it turns up, or there is no guarantee we will be here to finish…
Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn. ~Elizabeth Lawrence
If I am to be totally honest, summer is one of my very favorite things. A part of me wishes it could always be summer. Perhaps, though, it is the variety of seasons that make us appreciate them. If summer never left, maybe it wouldn’t mean so much anymore. Maybe the heat would become too much. I am not sure, though. I have a hard time believing that I would ever tire of the warmth. The late summer evenings. The flowers and trees. But everything must come to end, even if only temporarily. It is not even officially fall yet, but we had our first snow today. Part of me thinks that the sooner it starts, the sooner it will be over. And the other part says, please, not yet. All seasons are beautiful in their own ways, but for me, none compare with the freedom of summer.