Football Sign-ups Today

Wow! Even though baseball practice is just starting, Football sign-ups are already here in our neck of the woods for Little Big Man.  The Queen Mama does not want him to play because I cringe every time he makes a tackle or gets tackled!!!  BUT, Big Daddy says let him cause he loves it and he's good at it.  Word is that he is going to be the quarterback this year!  Yep, that's my boy!

                                                      Little Big Man after a game last year.

                                           Little Big Man has this Nike football and loves it!!!                                                    

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Moving Madness

Well, we have decided to do it.  Sell our home, that is.  We have been working fiercely trying to get extra things packed away and finish our attic into a bedroom.  We were planning on doing it anyway for The Rock Star, and the realtor said it would help sell the house.  It's one of the highest priced in the neighborhood, so we have to do everything we can to make it sell.  We are still finishing up from our remodel and we have to have the house ready to list by May 1st.  Can you say stressful?    We are hoping to move from our small town to another small town, but we will see what happens.  I do enjoy being able to sit down at the computer at the end of a busy day and writing to all of you.  It helps keep things in perspective.
Blessings to you,
The Queen Mama

The Champ Didn't Make the Team

The Champ didn't make his high school baseball team, along with 39 other kids.  He's disappointed but not too upset, thank goodness.  Baseball is his life, though, and I'm wondering if he's not hiding his feelings from us. This is our son who we have carted and flown to 7 different states to play in tournaments on super competitive teams that he had to try out for.   55 kids tried out.  Seems crazy to me.  Why not make two teams or separate grades? We know most of the kids from him playing in this area since he was 4.  Some great kids on team.  However, have been told about 7 out of the 16 made it because of sports "politics".   Oh well, who am I to say?  Just a protective Mama Bear who can't stand to see her son suffer. How to deal with these kinds of things are not in the baby books.
So, I made him a special dinner and apple pie and ice cream, and let him play his favorite video game that I despise.  These teenage years can be heart wrenching!
Blessings,
The Queen Mama

Can I Please Have a Refrigerator, Bathroom, and Bed in my Car?

So today was one of those crazy days where I spent more time in my vehicle than I did anywhere else.  My Mom had invited me and my two youngest to breakfast at a restaurant we love, and I was looking forward to enjoying a Belgian waffle and a cup of hot tea AND having someone make and bring me breakfast for a change.  I should have known that Murphy would raise his hand and say, "I don't think so, sister!"

The Champ came to me last night and said "Mom, I think I'm wheezing.  I have guck".  Great.  He was wheezing, so after we dropped Little Big Man off at school the next morning, off to the Doctor we went.  Yep, wheezing.  Asthma treatments every 4 hours.  Well, the prescription would take awhile to electronically get to the pharmacy and be filled, so I totally took advantage of having my big strapping boy and took him to the grocery store.  He pushed the cart with food while I pushed the cart with the babies.  Then, off to the pharmacy.  Then home to unload groceries.  Then to the school to pick up Little Big Man.  Then took Little Big Man 1/2 hour away to the orthodontist while Big Daddy took the Princess to dance class.  Then had to hit a drive-thru on the way home since I was basically never home to prepare dinner.

It is times like these where I wish my already monstrous vehicle was equipped with a refrigerator, a bathroom, and a bed.  And, as I plop into my seat in front of the computer, I realize baseball season is only a couple months away, and I will be living in my car daily.  Perhaps I should rent or buy a Winnebago for the summer?  At least I could relax between stops!!!!

Kid Sleepovers~Why Do We Torture Ourselves?

Well, The Rock Star had a sleepover last night for his 13th birthday.  The Champ went to a friend's house for a sleepover, so that left us with 7 tween/teenage boys, one Little Big Man who thought he should be able to hang out with the tween/teenage boys, one Little Princess who thinks she is a boy and didn't understand why she couldn't hang out with them (and showed us by kicking, screaming, and crying), and one sweet baby who didn't like all the noise from the tween/teenage boys, Little Big Man, and the screaming Princess.

We tried to talk The Rock Star out of having a sleepover for exactly those reasons, but he wouldn't waiver.  We offered a skating party, bowling party, laser tag party, shopping, turning our attic into his own bedroom, BUT all to no avail.  Nope, he was bound and determined to have a sleepover.  "Mom, it's the only thing that will make me happy, and you said you just wanted me to be happy, and I could choose anything for my birthday party."

Which is why I had to laugh when a half hour after the party started, he came upstairs and said "Mom, can I open my presents now?"  NO, I said.  We do that later when it's time for cake.  "But MOM, everyone is kind of wild and they don't want to play video games, and Little Big Man and Little Princess won't leave us alone, and I need something for everyone to do to calm them down!"  After that statement, as I was beaming with pride that I actually instilled my dislike of loud, wild acting children into my teenage son, I let him open his presents.  Of course I had to add, "Do you see why we didn't want you to have a sleepover?"  Yes, Mom.....

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