World Series Game 1

Fall Fun Days

Max seems to be on a roll with his sentences. Here is last night's sentence:

Word: damp
Sentence: I left my mom outside last night and she was damp.

School Days

Last night Max had an assignment to do for school. There was a list of 5 words and the directions said: For each word, write a sentence using another word that means the same thing. Each night I check his homework and this is what I found:

Word: rear
Sentence: My mom has a big behind.

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Today while Andrew and Max were getting ready for school, they were making up silly songs. We were all laughing and I called them a bunch of goofballs. Drew looks at me and says: we are not goofballs, we are technical geniuses!

Story from a friend

Here is a story my friend shared with me that I think deserves a blog posting. You mom's out there will appreciate this one. Comments in parenthesis are mine. Does anyone know how to spell parenthesis?)

Last night at around 12:30 a.m. my son (her 3rd child) wakes up crying. He does this periodically so I went in there, offered him a drink of water gave him a couple pats on the back and went back to my room. Usually this works like a charm. Well, not so last night. This child (I love that at this point, he doesn't have a name - he's "this child") proceeded to scream. By 1 a.m. my husband goes in there to see if he can have any more success with the rocking etc. Of course as soon as we pick him up, he stops screaming, put him down and it begins all over again. Well 2 (or 3) can play at this stubborn game, he wants to scream, let him scream - of course I can still hear him through my earplugs but at least it is muffled. (the earplugs are a dead giveaway that this is not a first child. No baby monitor here!) Okay, so around 1:30 a.m. - yes he is still screaming, I start to think perhaps there is something wrong with him. So, I drag my butt out of bed again, check for a fever, nope, normal, give him some tylenol anyway because it could be teeth, and a little drugs never hurt anyone (another seasoned parent move!), did the nose check on the diaper, nothing, rocked him a bit, he is dozing off, place him on the mattress and yes, it was almost the instant I walked 2 feet from his crib...WHAAAAA. I give up! 2:15 a.m. rolls around and my husband decides to give it another try since neither of us is really getting any sleep anyway and gets him to sleep, lays him down, yes the screaming begins yet again. I think he stopped around 2:45 or so, just exhausted I guess.

So, I am mentally going over my morning and figuring out when I am going to squeeze a doctors appointment in. I went in to wake him up around 7:45 a.m., unzip his pj's to change him into clothes and what falls out of his pj's? A block!@#!@$!@#!@! Yes, I am a terrible mom...making my child sleep on a block all night. UGH!!!! Could it have been any simpler? What is the moral of this story? Unexplained screaming in the middle of the night for 2 + hours, check their pj's for foreign objects, namely blocks.

We're a baseball family

The Tiger game was a blast! and I didn't even have to use my sleeping bag - just a few blankets, long johns, hat, scarf, three layers of jackets and wool socks! And sorry, no pictures. I forgot my camera. ugh!

So here are two funny baseball stories that happened last week.

The first was at Drew's football practice last Monday. He was getting knocked around pretty good at practice. On the way to the car when it was over, he looked at his dad and said "Dad, I think we're a baseball family."

Last night Andrew had to finish up an art assignment where he was asked to draw a picture of his favorite memory from this year. He drew a picture of a kid catching a ball over the wall at a Yankees game. We asked him to explain the picture and he said "Dad, remember that Yankees game we went to this season and I caught that ball?" G: "I remember the game, but not the ball." Drew: "Yeah, I know, but can we just go with it?!"

Go Tigers!

I have Tiger Fever! Maybe all the testosterone in my house is rubbing off on me. Today I am going to brave the cold and head out to the big game. If you see me on t.v - I'll be the one wrapped up in her sleeping bag like a cocoon! Every game I went to this season, they lost - and they didn't lose many. Please win today Tigers, or I'll never be allowed to go to another game! I'll post pictures if I take my hands out of my gloves long enough to take any.

I got a job!

Okay so I know you read my blog to hear more funny stuff about the boys, but today I have something to share about me. I got a job - a real job. I know, I know, when have I not had a job? I've always had a job and sometimes more than one at the same time. But a full-time job, I haven't had in almost 10 years! 10 years, can you believe that?! I start in a couple of weeks and I'll have to say, I am nervous. Nervous because it's a change. Nervous because it's a new phase of life. Nervous well just because it's been a while.

Drew clinches another win for the Hornets

Here's Drew after a perilous 7 to 6 victory. Another hard day on the field, but somebody has to do it.

I thought girls had cooties in 4th grade?

So Drew announced to me the other day that he likes Katie and he thinks Katie likes him too. So I'm thinking, aww, isn't that cute, his first crush. Until the next day when he tells me he has been blowing her kisses in class. Feeling the need to steer him in a manner appropriate of a 4th grader, I say: did you know Katie has a dad? Yeah, he says. Do you think her dad would be real excited about you blowing his little girl kisses at school?, I continue. Hmmm, he thinks for a moment and then responds: so, are you saying I should save that for high school?