A sports loss. . .

Why is it so hard when one of our kids looses at a sport?  I don't mean for them, I mean as a parent.  Both of my boys teams lost today and I think I took it harder than they did.  Why is that?  Yes, I am competitive, but why do I get so tied up over their stuff?   I think I felt more sorrow over Thomas and his teams loss than I did over Jacks.  Not sure why.  Tom's little team all had tears in their eyes and I was welling up too.   They just had progressed so much this year and I think all of the parents were sad too.   We watched these little seven and eight year olds learn the game and really start to understand the game.  
I hope they will all continue to play.  Thomas will move up to tackle football next year and that is a whole other animal.   Several of the boys on Tom's team will be old enough to move up and I hope that they all do.  They are all such good athletes.   Well, my time on the football field is done I guess.   I don't think they allow team Moms on the field in tackle football.  HA HA!!  Maybe I should be a coach?    Yeah, I know all the men would give me heck. 

My Dinner with Thomas. . .

Last night was crazy.  Mark went to the High School game and I was everywhere.  Jack had a party to go to and Thomas and I had to take a cake to the Church for our Women's Fellowship Fall event.  I came home after school and made my cake, now this is a homemade pound cake from scratch.   When the cake was done I took it out to cool and took Jack to his party.  Then came home picked up my cake to take to Church.  I will not make the Fall Event because I will be at the football field all day, actually between two fields today.   On the way to the Church I realized Thomas and I had not had dinner, so I asked him what he would like.  He said pizza.  That hit my hunger zone, so I agreed.  I dropped my cake off and bought my sister-in-laws white wine cake.  It is sooooo good.   Thomas had a fit for a red velvet cake that was there and one of the nice ladies at the Church said she would buy it for him.  Jo, I will get even with you for that one.  He loved it though and thank you.   Now, off to eat Pizza, like I need that. 
While we wait on our pizza Thomas and I are having a discussion about school and stuff.   They have been talking about yearbooks at school and he has been at the High School with me and heard them announce superlatives.  You know, "Best Dressed, Class Clown, Most School Spirited"  ect. . .   Well, Thomas said, Mom I want to be the class clown.  Do you think I would get it?  The waitress was cleaning a table near by and heard this conversation, she cracked up.  Thomas then added, Mom I want do it during class I will just do it when it is play time.  Then I cracked up.   I just love my kids they can always make me smile and laugh when my day is sometimes not so great.  I told him yes, he could be the class clown but I would prefer him to try for something else, like most likely to succeed.   After we ate we had to hurry back to pick up Jack from his party.   We got home maybe an hour before Mark got home from the ballgame.  What a night!

If it was not for my kids. . .

If it was not for my kids I probably would have nothing to write about.  They say and do the funniest things and just crack me up.  Yesterday was no exception.  I woke up not feeling like myself and got sick after everyone had gone to school and work.  I got up and cleaned the bathrooms and started the laundry and then got sick.  So I kinda laid around the rest of the morning thinking I would feel better.  The day seemed to fly by because the next thing I knew the kids were bounding through the door.  Yesterday was football practice for both of them so we had to hit the books as soon as they got home.
They worked on the their homework and got a snack and I still did not feel right.  They finished everything up and got dressed for practice.  Mark took them both and I went over later to pick Thomas up.  His practice ends before Jacks.  I always like to get Thomas home and in the shower before Jack gets home.   After Tom's shower he came downstairs to have a snack before bed.  He asked how I was feeling and I told him I still did not feel just right.   He said, "Mommy I wish I could be sick instead of you.  You always take such good care of us when we don't feel well.  I wish I could do that for you and make you feel better."  I just about cried.  I ran over to him and hugged him real big.  I told him that he had just made me feel 100% better.  Just when you think nothing you say or do is sinking in, the least one gives you a glimmer of hope.  That is God letting you know not to give up  and letting you see a glimpse of the fruit of your labor.

From the mouth of my youngest, Thomas. . .

After football practice we rush home to get baths and get ready for bed.  I am usually able to get Thomas home first since Jack's practice is a little longer.  One day last week Thomas was in the shower,  he is at that stage where if I get the water started he can do everything else himself, I hear him yelling Mommy, Mommy I have a hair.   I ran upstairs to see what all the yelling was about and praying I had heard him wrong.   I came in the bathroom and asked what was wrong.  He said, "Mommy I have a hair under my arm."  I said,  really?  I knew he was still too young for that, he barely has hair on his legs.    He said, "yes Mommy and you're not cutting it either.  You can cut any others I get, but I am keeping this one."  Well, you can imagine my response, I just about fell in the floor laughing.  I simply replied, Thomas boys don't shave under their arms only girls do.  He said, "oh, well I am keeping this one and I am going to name him Elmer."   After further inspection he realized it was meerly a fuzzy from his washcloth and not a hair.   He seemed terribly disappointed and deep down I was doing cartwheels.  I am not ready for puberty and certainly not ready for Thomas to hit puberty.  Something tells me the whole neighborhood will know when he hits it.  

The Deer. . .

On our way home one night last week from football practice I realized why I drive an SUV.  I was only 200 yards from our development and a deer ran out in front of us.  It was a big pretty buck, at least a six pointer.  I could see him in the shadows off to my right and I prayed he would not run out.  He did and I could not stop fast enough and we hit.   I hit him full broad side and his back was level with my hood.  It was me and the kids in the car, Mark was out of town.  I have never been in an accident before nor have I ever hit anything so I was a little shaken up.  My air bags did not go off thank goodness and I drove home.   The kids jumped out of the car to see what kind of damage was done and I prayed there would not be any deer pieces stuck to my grill or anything gross like that.   There was a fare amount of damage to my front end.  I did not know what to do so I called my brother-in-law and he said I had to report it to the county.  I called them and they said I had to report it to the Highway patrol.  So I called them and a trooper came to the house that night to right up a report.  I then called my insurance agent.  I highly recommend if you do not do have your insurance with a company where you have an agent that is close by that you change insurance before you have an accident.  I am so thankful that my agent is a hands on kinda guy.  He has walked me through this whole ordeal and taken the pressure off me especially since this all happened while Mark was out of town.  He got me a loner car and my truck is at the shop and  he even came to my house  when I called the insurance company to make an official report.  Not sure what is going to happen to my big red machine but I feel sure the good Lord above is watching out for us or it would have been worse.   I am also thankful that I was in my big red machine and not a little car.  This deer was big and if a car had hit him I really believe it would have come through the windshield.  

The Root Canal. . .

I have had a root canal before but it has been at least a year maybe two.  I have had an infection in this tooth and was in quite a bit of pain up until this weekend.  I had been taking strong pain meds so that I could sleep through the night.  Since Mark is working I asked my neighbor and good friend to drive me to the endodontist  ?(sp) today.  I took one of my stronger pain meds as a precaution.  I thought it would knock some of the edge off.  Well, it did that but it also made me quite chatty.  I was talking up a storm with the office staff and the nurses and my friend too.  I know you guys probably think what else is new.  Well I was talking more today than normal.  I confessed to the staff that I had taken this pain med and they understood and said it was probably a good idea.  The did not have to use the gas and I did not have to get as many shots as I have had in the past.  At least I did not think they gave me as many. 
After my procedure I was feeling no pain at all.  Between the pain meds I had taken and the shots they gave me I was pretty happy.  Weeks before all this I had promised my friend that I would take her to Mark's cousin's jewelry shop which was right around the corner from my doctor's office.  As we were walking to the car I asked if she wanted to go.  She of course asked if I felt like it or not.  I told her I was feeling no pain and that it would be fun.  So off I go, feeling like I had a mouth full of cotton but in no pain, to the jewelry shop.  My friend was looking for those Pandora bracelets that everyone has been raging over.  She was shopping for Christmas for a couple of her friends.  Now my friend is on the right track, working on her shopping through the year and not waiting to the last minute like I sometimes do.  So back to the bracelets, she was able to get her bracelets and things at a much more reasonable price than most of the local jewelry places around here.  Of course Mark's cousin saw that I was a bit incapacitated and wanted to show me his new diamonds he had just gotten in.   I guess he thought I might have been an easy mark.  HA HA!!  Normally I would have been but, I showed great restraint.

First full week of school. . .

The boys had a pretty good week.  The each had their share of homework to do.  Thomas is having to work more on reading comprehension this year and I am not sure he is ready.  He likes to read or at least he does not mind it so much but he does not retain what he has read very well.  Jack's group seems to be concentrating on math more this year.  Jack has done well, thus far, in school but I don't think he has been challenged.  He likes his teacher this year he said she is very funny.   The teacher called the other night to see how Jack was doing and to see if I had any questions and I asked her about the funny.  She said she just tries to relate to the kids on their level and sometimes that means talking about boogers and snot.  I was a little shocked.  This teacher did get teacher of the year in 2006 -2007 though, so she must be doing something right and she has Jack's attention.
Thomas came home the other day telling me that Jack's teacher had ridden their bus that day.  She had sat up in the front across from Thomas.  Thomas asked her if she was Jack's teacher she told him she was and he replied, "I feel your pain for having him in your class.   I am his brother and I feel your pain."  You can imagine what she must have been thinking.    There is never a dull moment in my house.