Busted

This is the face of an almost 10 year old who just learned a valuable lession in social media.  The lesson?  Make sure you clicked on the correct recipent so you don't send, "Dude you're an idiot." to your mother.

Furniture Connoisseur

I was preparing the playroom/my office so I could run the carpet cleaner around.  I employed Alex's assistance in said preparation.  I present the following conversation as proof the addling of my brain has roots in the behaviors of my children:

Me:  Ok buddy, we have to pick up everything off the floor.
Alex:  Everything?  Like even the ottoman?
Me:  What ottoman?
Alex:  The ottoman.
Me:  What ottoman?  There isn't an ottoman down here.
Alex:  This ottoman!!  The one I'm SITTING on!
Me:  Dude, that's a futon.
Alex:  Oh.  Tomato, tomahto.

Summertime

It's officially summer break.  Well, the 4th day of summer break.  And Alex and I have only fought approximately 874609 times.  It's gonna be a good one.

Alex's Biggest Fan

Sam is good at cheering for his big brother at various sporting events, but we all know why he really went to hockey games...the Zamboni.  Same idea goes for baseball this year.  He will watch approximately one play of the game, yell something random at Alex (last night's was, "Go Alex!  Don't just sit there like a duck!"  Alex was standing and playing third base.), and then find a patch of dirt to play in.  Last week, they had mowed the day before and he was more than delighted to build a "garage" for his trucks out of the dried grass clippings under the bleachers.

Last night was slightly different only because he was tired and decidedly NOT in the mood to be at the baseball fields.  This sentiment was loudly expressed to us multiple times before leaving the house and while in the car on the way to said fields.  Anywho, we got to the third baseline bleachers, found him a patch of dirt, and set him loose with his HotWheels bulldozer.  All was good for about 3.4 seconds.  That was the amount of time it took a little bunch of gnats to settle in right around his head.  Immediately he started growl scream crying, "UGH!  I HATE THESE BUUUUUUGS!!" with his little hands in fists pounding the air at his sides.  So we moved to another dirt patch.  The gnats moved too.  So we moved again.  So did the gnats.  After one more attempt, we finally went to the bleachers just beyond the outfield where there was just enough breeze to keep the gnats away and a big ol' patch of gravel and dirt just begging for a 5 year old and his bulldozer.  And he played the whole, slow, painful, tonsofwalksbecauseitskidpitch hour and half of the game while happily chewing sunflower seeds.  Pig pen it up kiddo!

I assure you the bottom half of this kid was just as filthy as the top portion pictured here.

You Are My...Sunshine?

The project was to create a rising sun on a piece of paper with a semi-circle and the letter of your name as the rays.  Sam NAILED IT:

1st and Last

That time of year again.  First Day of School vs. Last Day of School:

 Alex conveniently wore the same shorts so we can see how much his legs grew.  And that he is obviously very concerned with fashion.

Knobbly Knees McGee here clearly put a lot of energy into growing his hair this year.  I absolutely love it.  And he has heard me say I love it.  So he asked for a haircut.  After adamently not wanting a haircut for months.

Father's Day

Sam got to give Travis his Father's Day present early since school will be done before Father's Day arrives.  He made a giant construction paper card, but this is the highlight of the gift if you ask me: