This kid cracks me up!

He's ready for crazy hat day!

An Email from JB

We had gone to Chicfila to get dinner before his guitar lesson and he emailed me this:

I love that kid.

A Poem by JB

I don't know why he erased some of the lines but I loved this poem. 

I love his sense of humor. And, his poor spelling.

I'm a Mohican Mom.

JB has such a wonderful creative spirit. I'm pretty sure in his past life, if we have past lives, he was an indian. This is his third summer to get a mohawk. I remain in my belief that this takes courage to make yourself stand out and not just blend in with the rest of your friends. And, it's kind of funny because everyone has the impression that bad kids get mohawks and he so far from that. He's actually a very sweet and sensitive kid.


When reviewing these pictures we all laughed. In the photo above- fat arm. photo below skinny arm. Above- Fat arm. Below- Skinny arm.
Though truth be told it is actually the same size in both photos. Just saying.

I can't wait until the time when JB want to kiss a girl. He stopped kissing me a couple years back.

Sad moment for a mom.

Meet Awesome

This is my son, J.B.

He's 9 Years, 5 Months, 23 Days old.

Yesterday he told me he was going to change his name to Awesome though I can't remember why.

I think it's a great idea. He is Awesome.

Awesome O'Pry

To Love a Teacher

This past Wednesday evening JB was trying to thread a long piece of yarn string through an empty ribbon spool but the yarn was getting jammed in the spool and wouldn't not come out the hole on the other side. It wasn't a big spool. Probably only about 3 or 4 inches.

I watched him for a little bit and finally asked if he needed some help.

He sighed and told me how he had the yarn through before but couldn't get it back through. He brought it to me defeated. I tried and failed. I picked up a pencil and wound the yarn around a couple of times and we stuck the pencil through and voila! We had yarn threaded through a spool.

I fished for the compliment. A nugget of thanks. "Who's the smartest mom in the whole wide world?"

And wouldn't you know that little stinker thought about it! He hemmed. He hawed. Then he said this:

"Well, not the mom in front of me. Hmmm... I know. Mrs. Bingham! She's a
mom and a teacher."

What a brat!

I promptly got on email and sent this email"

And this was her response:

Well, I'm glad I made her day. You know, she is a pretty smart mom. And, I know she's a great teacher. If I could only convince her to move up to the 5th grade to have both boys in her class again. (They both had her for the 2nd grade.)

She keeps telling me something about 5th graders smelling. Pfft! Like they didn't smell in the second grade!

The Orthodontist

JB thought this contraption was funny and teased his technician by speaking chinese with it in his mouth.

Funny Face

You funny, JB. You funny.

Love you.

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!

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.

Is It Me?

Or are these boys seriously cute?

It could just be me but I think they're seriously cute.

I'm a lucky mom.

Dude!

The latest conversations in our house goes something like this:

Dude!

Dude, NO!

Dude, Stop!

Dude!

Dude.

What the? Dude?

What Dude?

Aw, Yes! Dude!

Awesome, dude.

Did you see that, Dude?

Dude, yea!

Stop saying dude!

What's the problem, Dude..... ette?

Dudette! That was funny, dude!

Tug of War - Field Day 2009

Ms. Bailey's 1st Grade Class is notorious for winning the Tug of War contest at Field Day every year. Look at her giving the commands: Pull to the right! Pull!
Come on class! Pull to the left! Pull! Use those muscles!Wait! Pull to the right! No! Pull to the left!Your going down, Austin. Sorry my friend. You were a worthy anchor adversary but you're going down.Pull, I say! Pull! Your recess for the rest of the year depends on it!! Pull!NO! REALLY PULL! Put your backs into kids! You're young. Come on! Don't bite your tongue off there buddy! What are you smiling at little girls? Pull!
You did it! Time to celebrate! Go ahead. Jump around and throw your hands in the air like you just don't care! You won!Come on boys! Show me your muscles!

No! Really show me! That's better. Way to go Ms. Bailey's class. First grade Tug of War Champs 2009. Peace, Love & First Grade. Hmph! How about all is fair in love and tug of war!