Boy Makes Basket with Football!

 

This is my son making a basket with his football from the end of our driveway, about 75 feet away. He was in 5th grade at the time.

Being a Good Big Sister!

I have a younger brother by 5 years and when we were growing up, I took it upon myself to teach him a few things.  Of course, I used my own effective techniques, but they seemed to work!  The following are lessons that I taught him and how I went about it:

• I had to establish that I was the one in charge - so I would sit on him and tickle him a lot.  (He often forgot and needed to be reminded.)
• Don't dawdle when eating your ice ream - I would either finish my ice cream cone quickly so I could have his or slowly so that when he was done I would eat mine in a slow, gloating manner showing that I still had some and he didn’t.  Anyone else in my shoes would have done the same, right? 
• Don't follow me around - If you do, expect me to take my gum out of my mouth and put it on top of your head, in your hair, later needing it to be cut out causing you to look like a peacock until your hair grew back. 
• Do your chores before Mom gets home - I will also chase you out of the house causing you to trip and break your arm. 

See what a good big sister I was?

What does the Dog Say?

One of our dogs is very picky about what is going on around him when he is outside doing his business. If he hears kids playing somewhere, even though he can’t see them, he can’t 'go', and God forbid he hear another dog bark in the distance, then he is totally out, completely folds, and runs for the door, done or not.  For all us grownups know, the dog in the distance barked, “I’m going to kick your ass”, so, rightfully so, he should run inside like a little girl. 

Our other dog also gets very distract while going to the bathroom.  If a bird flies by making sounds, she looks up as if she is sure the bird is talking to her.  The same thing goes with airplanes.  I’m sure she has no idea what they are, but I am just as sure that she thinks that they know who she is.  One time, this little, observant dog was taking way too long to go to the bathroom while my husband was taking her out, so he decided to let out a loud bark himself to see what would happen.  He thought she would know it was him, but she didn’t.  She got so scared and ran right to the door.  It was pretty funny.  Again, we have no idea what different barks mean and, for all we know, his bark told her, “give me all of your treats or I am coming after you, your other dog friend, and your family!”. Maybe it is part of a "barking chain", as described in the movie 101 Dalmatians.

Since it is hard to get these dogs to do their business outside sometimes, I am afraid to sneeze or hick up while walking them for fear that those sounds might tell them I am going to tickle them, eat grass until you get stick,  or something!

Getting to be Too Big Brothery for Me!

Last week, Facebook sent me a message telling me that someone tried to get into my account.  In addition, they sent me a picture of the person who did that.  Wow!  I was shocked that they could do that.  I looked at the picture and thought, "My gosh, that person looks terrible!"  The picture was only of their right eye area and it looked like they had dark circles and bags under their eyes.  After studying the photo for a while, I realized that the photo was of me!  Yikes!  I looked awful!  This is why I don't do video chats.  Then I remembered that I had typed an incorrect password into my Facebook account a couple of times that week.

How the heck did they take a photo of me at my home?  I guess it was through the camera in my computer, and obviously done without my consent.  Well, you better believe there is tape over that camera lens now!

Thanks for the Help...I think....

Today was the first day of summer break for my son and youngest daughter, so my son decided he wanted to cut our grass with the sit mower.  He had done it once before and we said we would add that to his summer chores and he would get a bump in his allowance for it.  Well, I ran him up to a gas station to get gas, but ended up borrowing some from a neighbor.  I spilling the gas all over me, while filling the tank, which I found out has a hole in it, which spills gas on his feet during certain turns.  I then got something to patch the hole.  It turns out that our mower needs to be jump started, so after watching a YouTube video, we successfully jump started the thing, while I stood on the brake and did the hokie pokie - the thing is so picky.  Geeze, it was hot and took so much of my time and effort and now I will smell like gasoline for about a week!

Just after I got inside and started to cool down, he texted me to meet him back in the driveway to help him gas up again because, for some reason, he can't get off of the seat or it will turn off and we would have to jump start it again.  I went back inside and just after I sat down for less than 30 seconds, my daughter called my cell phone from the home phone to tell me there was a spider upstairs that she wanted me to 'get'.  Are there bells that ring in their ears every time I sit down?  This is going to be a L-O-N-G summer.

The grass looks good and I think we still owe him money for it, although I think I did most of the hard work, while he sat there and enjoyed the ride while listening to music.  When does school start again???

Refs are People Too...

Couldn't resist this shot.  You don't get to see much of this kind of behind-the-scenes on the NFL fields.  Can't you picture the little boy in this guy?  I wonder if he had a playdate lined up for after the game!

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I have a son and 2 daughters.  My son is the middle child and my youngest can be a tomboy or a girlie girl.  My son is very active in several sports and is very much a boy - dirt, sweat, and all. I have gone to many, many of his games and enjoy watching him and taking pictures of him as he plays.  Yes, I am a proud football, lacrosse, basketball, etc. mom.

My youngest daughter started playing basketball this year.  She, like her brother, plays with her friends.  The experience of being a mother of a girl in sports right now is completely different.  Her games were on Sundays and her Saturdays were spent doing her nails and figuring out how she was going to do her hair for her game the following day.  Are you kidding me kid?  I think her focus is a little off, but then again, she is only 8...