July 7, 2010

Destin 2010

May 13, 2010

what I wore in 2010: embarrassing the kids

Me: You look very nice today.

Henry: Thanks. So do yo– um, I’m not so sure about that jacket, Mom.

jacket: Gap

Me: Really? Why?

Henry: I don’t know, it’s just … It’s like a camping jacket, but with dressed up pants.

Me: Exactly.

Henry: I don’t think it’s working.

Me: Thanks, son.

April 27, 2010

ten things

This is Charlie; he loves baseball. Among other things.

And no, he’s not getting ready to slide, even though it kind of looks like he is. He’s getting ready to round third and score, which is even better than sliding. Mostly.

This morning, I was digging through his school bag for his lunch box, and a found a crumpled piece of paper in the bottom of the bag. It was a list of ten things he would do if there were no computers.

1. Read a book
2. Be board.
3. Go to school.
4. Do math.
5. Take a nap.
6. Make a cake.
7. Get stuff.
8. Go to the bank.
9. Go to Texas.
10. Feed a pig.

(This was his assignment from his computer class yesterday, by the way.)

Those last three things are the most awesome — it sounds like he’s planning a vacation there, doesn’t it? Most likely to Chris‘ house, although the last I heard, she did not have a pig.

We made Charlie read the list to us at breakfast and then we all laughed and laughed, because it’s pretty funny. Especially the part about feeding a pig.

And now I’m thinking that today might be a good day to make a cake. Hmm.

April 13, 2010

sweet

Little league season has started; Charlie had his first game on Thursday night. Fifteen minutes in, I texted Chris: “OMG Charlie’s team is getting KILLED. The errors are KILLING ME.”

I added, “Yes I am That Mom. Nice.”

Her response: “We are all THAT mom.”

Phew.

Last night, his team played better, thank god. And Charlie? Hit a home run. Sure it was an in-the-park home run, but a legitimate home run nonetheless, not a series of wacky errors. He crossed the plate and headed into the dugout for high fives from his team; I heard someone say, “That was sweet, Charlie!” Which it really was.

After the game, he came sprinting over to the bleachers and jumped up on the bench in front of me. “DID YOU SEE MY HOME RUN???” he yelled. I did, I said, nice job! And then he ran off to get a root beer at the concession stand. Because that’s what baseball is all about.