A New Kind of Super Hero

Hello!


I'm Pepperoni Boy!


Here to save the day!

The Great Shoe Kick Robbery

One of JB's favorite events at Field Day is the Shoe Kick. It is exactly what it sounds like. You loosen one shoe and then you kick it as far as you can. The farthest shoe wins.


This is a serious sport. Not one to be taken lightly.

He sends a quick prayer out into the universe.

Total concentration.

Get Ready. And Kick!

His shoe didn't go very far. Not far at all.

Total disappointment.

It's okay JB.

Don't cry french fry.

But mom. I was robbed. The basket was in my way. The basket!

The basket was right in front of me and blocked my shoe!

Let's review.

Yes. the basket was there, son. And you had a beautiful kick, son. But unfortunately, sweet boy, your shoe just went sideways and the basket was not impeding your kick from traveling a any distance. Other than sideways.

He didn't agree with me.


After review of the play, the call on the field stands. Sorry, son.

Hijacked Photo

I love this picture of the boys. Let's see... Drew looks to be about 2ish plus some months maybe. That's the hall in our Park City condo.

While Drew is cute and cuddly in the front, I'm not sure what JB is doing in the background.

But, it's dang funny!

Yellow Envelope Project

One year ago this week, HouseofShine.com started an initiative to Spread Shine by recognizing every day people that make their corner of the world SHINE.

Watch this video to learn more.

You can make a difference by taking 10 minutes, one yellow envelope and 44 cents and telling someone else that they SHINE. Click here to see this weeks nominee.

Just Drop Us Off

Me: Look at all the cars! Everyone is walking their kids in. I better walk y'all in.

Them: No, mom. Just drop us off.

Me: Are you sure? I feel bad.

Them: We're sure, mom. Just drop us off.

Me: But I feel like such a bad mom. Everyone else is walking their kids in.

Them: We'll be fine, mom. Just drop us off.

Me: Are you sure? You know where you're going? I don't want you to feel like I don't love you because I didn't walk you in and take your picture with your teacher at your desk on your first day of 3rd and 4th grade.

Them: We're sure, mom. We know where our classes are and you took our picture at home. Just drop us off.

Me: But LOOK at all these parents. I should walk you in.

Them: Just drop us off, mom.

Me: Okay, but I better still get the Mom of the Year Award.

Them: You got it mom. Stop the car.

Me: Okay. Have a good day! I love you. Talk when you're supposed to talk, and listen when you're supposed to listen. Go learn something!

Them: (DOOR SLAM)

Me: They don't know how lucky they are that I'm willing to just drop them off.

It's going to be a great year!

Look who turned 41!

Yum! Snickerdoodles!

Having a great day.

I love my co-workers.

And Facebook.

And my House of Shine Shiners.

And the photo below.

And I love the fact that

I have the same

exact haircut today

as I did when I was five!

Hair Trends

The boys and I were discussing the fact that we feel JB has started quite the trend though we know he's not the first to ever have a mohawk.

Last summer he was the only boy for miles that had a mohawk.

Later that fall our friend Jestin was allowed to have his hair cut into a mohawk for the homecoming football game. Color and all.

This summer JB once again got his mohawk.

And so did several other little boys.

I told JB he wasn't original anymore.

"What's another cool haircut?"

"Hmm... I don't know."

I could go bald.






Might not be a great idea for the summer. You might get sunburned. And, when you get older and go bald you'll be mad you were bald all those years you had hair.

OH! I could grow an afro! Those are cool!

You can't grow an afro! You're not African!

Well, Drew does have a point.

Nothing to see here, Mom - Keep Moving

There is nothing suspicious about my eight year old yelling back to me the other morning, "We'll be waiting in the car, Mom!"



There is nothing suspicious about both boys sitting in the third row seats when I get in the car.



There is nothing suspicious about them being quiet. Very quiet.



There is nothing suspicious about a Matchbox car falling out of your sons pants.



There is nothing suspicious about the same son grabbing himself when said car falls out of his pants and saying, "Ooh! I gotta go to the bathroom!"



There is nothing suspicious about the pockets of the other son bulging out and making a clicking sound.



No, nothing suspicious at all.

The rest played out like this. Drew ran to the bathroom. While he was in the bathroom I looked to JB and said, "How many cars do you have in your pockets?" JB hands over about 5 cars. He runs off. Drew finally comes out of the bathroom where I am waiting patiently. I tell him to put all the cars on the table. He unloads about 8 cars that he had stashed in his underwear. He didn't have any pockets. I tell him to stay put while I locate JB. I ask him how many more he has in his pockets. Here come at least 5 more.

Approximately 18 cars.

Sneaky little liars.

You can't fool me.

I'm a mom.

Blogging

Blogging, blogging, blogging.

Here and there and everywhere.

I have new artwork posted up at House of Shine and my art blog, cheryl e wilson.

Check it out!

Public Service Announcement - DFW Area

On my way into work this morning this Gray Ford Explorer, Texas Licensce Plate Number: W6T LLT driven by a caucasion woman, blondish/grayish hair about 50 - 60 years old who was chatting on her cell phone decided that she need to be one car length ahead in the passing lane.

I was the one car length that she needed to be in front of.

So, I whipped out my rusty, trusty cell phone and snapped a picture of this heinous driver because zooming ahead of me and cutting me off got her to work a lot faster than if she had just stayed safely behind me. Stupid bi... I mean, crazy woman driver.