It's Wednesday, It's a picture... but the wordless thing KILLS me!

I'm a confident parent... really - I've taken this particular child to the store wearing a homemade super bouncy boy cape, cowboy boots, and shorts (okay, he was about 3 years old)... and endured the looks - but when he came out of the bathroom having combed his hair to look like Alfalfa... I had to cringe.

But before cringing I wanted a picture of COURSE!

he misunderstood my desire I think

because he's pretty sure that this is his big breakthrough into the world of Child Acting.

The conversation went something like this...

Po: go ahead Mom, take a picture, but get my good side.
Mom: is one of these angles better than the other?
Po: you told me I looked like that guy from that one movie (ummm... he's never seen Little Rascals)
Mom: well, TV show actually (I guess it's both, but I never saw the movie either)
Po: so maybe when they re-do it they'll pick me?
Mom: (sometimes it's just best to stay silent - this was one of those times...)
Po: how do kids get in movies anyway - I mean, I could have been the kid in Diary of A Wimpy Kid if I knew they were looking.  Maybe we should move to California?
Mom:  well, there are probably more casting directors per square mile in California than here...  but...
Po: (ignoring any negative talk - now announcing it to the whole family) Time to move, we're going to California guys!

5 minutes later he'd planned the entire move - and his first Oscar acceptance speech.

5 minutes after that he was on the bus... off to another day of torturing his 5th grade teacher.

my apologies to the teacher...  but considering that I did "encourage" him to tame the hair - maybe we can call it even?



maybe if Teachinfourth's Moments with Joey posts ever get made into a movie he'll have a shot at that?

Sore Throats and Doubles...

Sweet Po came home from school not feeling up to snuff last Friday - I immediately got on the phone with his baseball coach (the wife actually) to let them know he was going to spend the night in bed rather than at the game...  at which point the coach's wife informed me that we were tied for first (with that nights' opponent), that 4 members of the team had already left for a fathers and sons campout, and that with only 14 kids on the team and 10 necessary to play we were probably looking at a forfeit if P didn't experience a miraculous recovery...  What's a mom to do?

My dilemma didn't last too long - I let P sleep as long as I could, filled a water bottle with gatorade, got his uniform ready - and woke him up with just enough time to get to the game...  where we told the coach he'd be happy to just sit in the dug-out and he'd play WAY left field and not be offended.  Of course, at this point, Porter is feeling a little more peppy and ends up having the best game of his season - 3 solid hits (out of 4 at bats) and one was even his first double of the season.  (no, he's no sammy sosa).  The Coach said he should get sick more often, which I thought was a little insensitive, but funny all the same.   We did win!

Saturday and Sunday and This Morning... still sick, we're heading off to the doctor and I'm sure we'll feel just a little guilty when other members of the team are sick - but not as guilty as the coaches' wife who guilted us into coming :)

The game tonight... yeah, we'll leave that up to the doctor, I'm not making any more decisions in that regard!  (sorry, no pictures of his nasty throat!)

Our week...

It's been a hectic one around here - and I kept saying "at the end of this week, we're all going to take a day off..."  we'll get to the day off part later...

We'll begin with last Thursday - W's baseball game was around 5:15 and I had been invited to something or other I was trying to avoid... so when W left his Bat Bag in the car I decided to drag the kids up to the field and stay for the first 30 minutes of his game (Q was meeting us there)... Well, M promptly got herself hit in the

 stomach by a playground ball (with the help of P's foot) and proceeded to pass out on me - Needless to say I left the game and the doctors were unable to determine if it was a seizure or just a simple passing out because of stress (stress?  she's got no school, no bills... I don't get it!)  Anyway, Thursday ended on that note - and the girl is fine.

Friday was a jumble of running around, including my children's museum meeting - to which I took M just in case she repeated her performance, this did not go well, and M's birthday party - which lasted only an hour (the ideal time frame) because of P's baseball game and W's baseball practice and T's friends' birthday party which all began at 5:00.  One was early, one was on time and one was late - what can you do?  M stayed put in her seat this game and played with her new doll "Sophia Kate" until the game was over (P's team lost, but they are 3 and 1 for the season thus far)

Saturday... hmmm... oh yeah, the older boys had a scout pow-wow thing - we began and

 completed W's entire science project - and Q had a 4-wheelin' adventure with the EQ...  so I stayed home and cleaned.

Sunday - T got sick - but the rest of us enjoyed church... choir books came and we finally sang something other than a hymn (not that they're bad, but something else occasionally is nice)

Monday - T still sick - M's birthday boola-boola went well - we squeezed in Wendy's and her Tinkerbell cake between two baseball games - P's before the dinner went well but W's afterward began at 8:00 and went downhill from there.  The other team's pitcher has a golden arm.  The wind was also blowing something awful and despite my warm "cozy" blanket many of us moms were freezing while trying to cheer for a losing team.  The snack shack quickly ran out of hot chocolate (not that it was going to help me) and nobody complained when the game ended at 9:50.

Tuesday - Now T, W, and Mom woke up sick, I can't tell much about this day because we all slept through it... gratefully no pictures for you of this day!  Weston felt bad enough that he passed out 3 times when he got up to run to the bathroom... a huge knot on his forehead is from hitting the bathroom stool on the way down - the stool where Maryn 

happened to be sitting after her own bout with the flu bug...  The scouting pow-wow finished up Tuesday night and the boys' didn't end up going... big waste of all that work 'eh?

Wednesday - it's just beginning...  W is back at school getting his science fair project set up, T is back at school. P and H and M are all home with me...  I've consumed a total of 3 saltine crackers and 3 oz. of water - M is throwing a fit because she can't play with the neighbor and I didn't let her go to preschool - what a mean Mommy I am :(

We will all survive - and we'll be disinfecting the house greatly before company arrives this weekend!!!  Bring on the Lysol :)