Pine Wood

I know, I know, I should be packing and cleaning and sorting and on and on and on.  But Ross had Pinewood Derby last Sunday and he won second place... OVERALL!  Mike Ross worked super-hard on his car and managed to get the weights and axels just perfect to bring home not 1, but 2 trophies.  I don't really get how that worked, but whatever.  As G'funk would say, "more dust collectors"

 

The girls and I went home midway through the event because Maisie had pooped in her underwear 'just a little bit', and Molly's underwear were damp.  Plus the girls claimed to be 'hungry for Skittles' most of the time and it just wasn't working out.  Grandma Boyd came to the rescue and offered to stay home with the girls so I could go watch the finals.  Of course, I didn't think to grab my camera for the finals, so you'll have to use your imagination.

 

Ross' car tied with another car for second place.  They had to do a 'race-off'.  Ross paced the gym floor and looked as though he was on the verge of puking.  The suspense was killing him.

 

He won.

 

Ross' car below.  #202

Some hot bald guy in a Baconfest shirt ran the scoreboard. 

 

A pack of Wolf Scouts await the first round of races. 

 

Ross realizes his car is fast.  I couldn't believe he wore the holey knee jeans. 

 

 

He doesn't hide his excitement. He's a little bit like his dad.

Packing

Because we'll be building our future homestead this year, we'll be forced to rent during the process.  I explained to the kids they couldn't bring all of their toys to the rental home.  Were talking tight quarters for a minimum of 6 months.  Most our belongings will be in storage during the process and we'll only bring the essentials.  Like a little vacation... at least that's what I'm telling myself.  Each child was given 2 canvas bins to fill with their favorite toys.  In less than 10 minutes, each child emerged from their room with their selected toys.  After the emotional roller coaster  past 3 weeks has brought, the site of their bins brought me an unbelievable amount of appreciation for their sweet innocence.  I couldn't resist capturing their 'chosen items' through my camera lens.  The memory will be forever stored in my heart as well.

First up, Ross' bin: a tupperware of loom bands, 3 various guns, a broken matchbox semi-truck which hasn't be played with in ages, purple hand weights I used during my pregnancy with Ross, numerous books including a Boyscout Handbook from 1959, a book on Native Americans and book about Daniel Boone and Colonial Americans.

 

 

Maisie's bin: a pink Care Bear I didn't know existed, her Barbie make-up kit, her jewelry box, a framed photo of her handprint when she was 9 months old, a feather boa, two glass animal decorations I got as a kid and her Children's bible.

 

Last but not least, Molly's bin: a stuffed frog which has no significance, Maisie's pink dog Sparky, a big baby and a little baby, numerous books which haven't been read since her existance, 2 microphones, pair of doll slippers and a matchbox truck. 

 

Have I ever mentioned these kids make life worth living and teach me everything I need to know about live at the same time? 

 

God bless them.

Awkward Moment

That awkward moment when your son's teacher corrects your 'checked work'.  Dang you Juan.  I thought you had 6 dimes and 4 pennies.  Saxon Math is constantly trying to trick kids and make their parents feel stupid. 

What has this world come to? 

Off To A New Adventure

Around here we don't look backwards for very long

We keep moving forward

Opening up new doors

and doing new things

because were curious...

and curiosity

keeps leading us down new paths.

 

Walt Disney

 

We sold our house today.  We close March 31st.

Yes, that is 3 weeks away.

 

More to come...

 

Sincerely,

A soon-to-be country mama

 

Thankful Thursday

I don't know what I ever did to be blessed with this little girl who calls me mommy...

 

 

Whatever it was, I am forever grateful.

Dead because he Died

What Maisie chose to write during free-writing time at school today...

 

 

Dr. Seuss is ded beceuss he diede.

Musical Programs, Farts and Norwegian Girls

The 2nd Grade Music Program was performed Thursday evening.  Ross was NOT looking forward to it, to the point he wasn't planning to tell me when the program was scheduled.  After I found out, he begged me to let him skip it.  As the day of the program approached, things only got worse. 

He was assigned a part. 

As a dancer. 

He bawled, he pleaded, he raged and was ready to lick the floor to make himself sick for school Thursday. 

No such luck, he was going.

We found seats in the balcony and that's when it started.  Throughout the program it was as though
 someone kept crapping their pants.  The smell was horrendous to the point Mike was seriously baffled by how awful it became and was clearly seeking the culprit with a look of disgust. 

Meanwhile, my contact was out of focus the entire program and therefore, my photos turned out blurry.  Not to mention the tear gas being emitted wasn't helping my cause either.

None the less, Ross survived the 2nd Grade Music Program.  I reminded him at least he wasn't in the front row with itchy balls like last year.

Ross ponders where we are sitting. 

The dance begins.

After returning to the bleachers, he looked straight at us with this expression.

Each student wore a sailing hat.  Grandma was the first to notice Ross wore his sideways like a Norwegian girl.