Finally...The Beach

Spring break on the beach? Yes, yes, and yes. It's no secret that I love the beach. I mean LOVE the beach, but so do my boys. We didn't even change into our swimsuits...we just had to feel the sand between our toes and get our game on. Because but of course soccer. Why would we spend our spring break doing anything but?

Because I know someone will ask. Yes, that is a scratch on Evan's face. He played night tag yesterday, and the tree caught him. 

I love the summer for so many reasons, but I love to see all of Keagan's freckles pop out with the first warm day. How cute is he?

Tomorrow we will do it all over again, but this time we will wear swimsuits.

T-Rex Tooth

The spring break fun continues...today we visited the oral surgeon. 

The doctor didn't believe me when I told him nitrous oxide wasn't necessary. He had no idea how brave my little guy would be with first a shot and then an extraction. It's no wonder the baby tooth had to be pulled, though. Look at its root! The nurse asked to keep it - for scientific study I suppose - but we declined. I think I will put it on eBay to the highest bidder. There has to be a dental student in need of a unique tooth and willing to pay me for it.

Keagan understood he had something special, too, because with a mouthful of gauze, Keagan asked, "Can I get the measuring stick when we get home, Mom? Because this thing is like a T-Rex tooth!"

Fun in the Sun...But First The County Clerk

It's the first day of spring break, and we spent the day renewing passports, getting our taxes done, and getting haircuts. While my friends were posting pics of their spring break trips on the beach in Hawaii and ziplining through a tropical rainforest, I was living it up at the County Clerk's office.  The boys thought it was a day of complete and utter torture so much so that tears were shed at my lack of concern with spring break fun. The guilt they placed on me was so strong I took them to Wal-Mart, my version of complete and utter torture, to spend their money on new Skylanders. Then all was right with the world.

I returned home to laundry, on-line tests, and a dirty floor, but I had spent so much energy trying to figure out which beach destination I would spend our tax refund that I decided a nap was in order. I call that priorities. 

Soon enough I was back to my crazy, spring break fun and the boys and I did this. It took about 26 shots to get all three faces in the frame. 

One son was far less thrilled with the fun. Today I have promised no dates with the tax guy and no silly masks. 

Easter Best

Happy Easter!

TCE 5K

Evan has been training with an after school club for nine weeks for his first 5K. He was able to run it today with Wes, who came home for the weekend.

He started off with a sprint and a pace that I thought for sure would have him crawling to the finish line.

By the third lap, Wes had to step off to the side. Evan was running that fast.

I had no reason to worry, though, because Evan was a lot faster than I gave him credit. He finished in second place with an amazing time of 22.16. We are so impressed with what he has been able to accomplish in such a short amount of time!

If he can keep up with the fast one, Wes has found himself a new running partner.

Scientist in the Making...Or Not

After five weeks of data collection, it's finally done. Evan put the finishing touches on the science fair display board tonight.

Our conclusion was quite simple. Nothing made the cleats smell better so we bought a new pair.

We don't expect a win. Last year's winner built an ice cream maker with a bicycle and small motor. I may be Super Woman but that was out of my league. I am pretty sure it was out of the nine year old winner's league,too. Evan told me tonight, "Mom, after all of this talk of controls and variables, I have decided I plan to be a broadcaster for ESPN when I grow up." At least the project has helped him narrow down his list of possible careers.Scientist has been scratched off the list.

Sing, Sing a Song

There really is no explanation. I have no idea why any boy would write a song about a cotton eye Joe. He has been singing this song that he wrote last fall for several months now, and I have no idea why the song was ever written. Forever the entertainer, he loves the spotlight. He will be the one on stage at the NFL draft wearing something completing outlandish so everyone will remember him, and it will embarrass Evan to no end.