Odd little post but it’s stuff like this that I don’t want to forget!
Carson is a funny clever little boy and it cracks me up. He is always trying to “twick us”. This morning laying in bed I was checking twitter for sports scores and to see if anyone famous got married overnight and Carson saw the St Louis Blues logo in my twitter feed.
He made me scroll back and asked it that was the Bluehawks and I told him is was the St. Louis Blues, mommy’s favorite hockey team. He said “oh yeah.”
Then I scrolled back up to …
Minnesota – October 2013
My children still love going to football games. We did have that one glitch where Mallory wanted to know why her friend got more staying home days than her, but that was because there had been like 5 home games in a row, and then we did two away games in a row, and Mallory was burned out. But that was so 2011.
These days, the kids are awesome. They are great at the tailgates because there is tons of junk food and Carson can play football down the hill. We can watch the team come by in their busses two …
Seriously?
I seriously last blogged here over two months ago? Argh!
Must
Fix
ASAP
We went in two vacations, Mallory lost her 6th tooth, football and school started. I am such a slacker. But the problem is that I am now addicted to crocheting so I hardly pull the computer out anymore. My poor deprived kids no longer have their every antic recorded here. I’ll try to fix that.
Lime Island – 2013
In August 2013, my dad took his favorite daughter and most of the grandkids (Shane, Lauren, Mallory, Liam & Carson) up north to Lime Island to go “camping”. My sister offered to let us take Cameron too but we were all set.
Lime Island is located in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan in the St. Mary’s River and you can only reach it by boat. It took us like eight trips to get all of our crap across – no thanks to my engineer dad’s inability to do anything “rustic”.
We were camping in cabins without electricity and plumbing so my dad …
Mallory’s Goofy Face
Thanks, sweet girl, for this. I am excited to have this face documented. I think we have the spotlight picture for her high school graduation invitations and/or wedding reception slideshow.
And then there were 5
Mallory lost tooth number five today.
And then she lost her lost tooth at camp (the camp counselor gave her her tooth back wrapped in a napkin…which Mallory then lost).
She looks like a redneck hillbilly with that other top tooth all loose and stuff.
June 2013
Looks like my inability to actually post things regularly means I will be writing monthly updates. That’s depressing. But oh well. Warning – this is a really long post
June brought a tornado siren, a tornado, the end of the school year, a dance recital, a room change and three weeks of camps (the tornado siren and tornado were technically the end of May, but close enough to June to count).
Tornado Siren
Rick left for the College World Series with softball on Tuesday, May 28th. We were supposed to get bad weather that night but just as Mallory’s gymnastics class was wrapping …
The Barbecue Shop
Rick had the idea that I can give Carson a haircut at home every other time he needs a haircut. I asked the C-Dog yesterday if I can cut his hair and he said no.
Softball Boy
We can’t forget Carson in all of Mallory’s batgirl-ness.
First up :: After every game, he hustles himself to his spot outside the Michigan locker room where, because he has learned/memorized every single softball player’s name & number [thanks to the softball cards they handed out this season], he greets EVERY.SINGLE.SOFTBALL player by name as he gets a high five and sometimes a hug.
Here he is greeting them all after their Super Regional win back in May:
Then, if we have time, we hang out outside the locker room so he can say hi again.
Here he is with “the best home …
Duh
I love when Mallory brings home a piece of artwork from school and I ask her what it is and she gets all, like you know, totally valley girl on me and says “DUH, like, you know, it’s a ________”
This week’s installment of “mom, how can you not know?” is this gem. Duh, it’s an ant playground.