I See The Bad Moon Arising. I See Trouble On The Way.

I know you have seen pics like these before...

and I am sorry, but there is something about this that makes me smile every time. He is fearless I tell you. " HIGHER HIGHER! Farther. Let me flip. Throw me backwards." It's never enough.

I see my baby turning into a little boy. I see the athleticism. I see the skill.

I see the joy.

I see......uhm....I see....

I see the bad moon arising.

I see trouble on the way.

Especially when he is 14 and I show these to his friends. Giggle Giggle Snort.

Hello Muddah. Hello Faddruh. Here I Am At Camp Big Pink Fuzzy Heart With Glitter

Eldest Twerp made it home from camp last night -- exhausted and excited. I remember those days. I am so pleased she is experiencing it now too. ET has 2 "group leaders" that spend an hour a week investing and mentoring her -- and it was only fitting that they went with her to camp to fill the shoes of her "Camp Counselor." I know they will have a forever impact on her. I still remember Val, my camp counselor.
She beamed the most about the 12 new girls that she met and bonded with and "straight off the bat connected to, ya know?"

Oh Lordy have mercy on my sweet precious soul. Please do not give IJ any ideas.

But you know what else I remember from camp? Cooties. Lake cooties. Shower cooties. Mold cooties. Ugh!And the first thing I had ET do was unpack and take it ALL TO THE LAUNDRY ROOM! To kill the cooties. I told her it was ALL dirty and infested with camp germs. She couldn't believe me -- I mean some of the stuff she had not even worn!!! Look mom -- this smells clean, do I have to wash it?!?!?!?!?

Excuse me, I just gagged and shivered cause a camp cootie is now in my house!

Splish Splash

Summer time is here -- boys and girls handle this phenomenon totally different. Summer time to me means picnics and catching lightening bugs and peaches and pickin raspberries and late night games of outdoor tag and bbq's and pedicures.But boys? Who can explain them!?!?They dream of cannon balls.... And being in the Olympics.But I am telling you the East Germans would only have given him a 5.6....It was cause of his dismount and all.

But his American Mother Judge gave him a zerpert.

And you get bonus points if you know what that means. But soon we grew tired and had to rest....
That is when we turn into shark boy...Why?!? Cause they are boys. And that is what boys do.

And it gave Baby Twerp time to get a little adventurous too.

Please tell me, who is this boy?

You're Gonna Wanna Print This Cause It is Gonna Be Worth Millions Someday...Probably

Middle Twerp and Baby Twerp have started t-ball season. And it is on....like Donkey Kong.

And can I just say Middle Twerp's skillz have improved tremendously after a year. I am quite certain it is from all the time and effort his extremely athletic mother has spent with him. These hours have taught him all the fundamentals and appropriate high-level, advanced skillz that only a super star athlete like myself could possibly pass along. Like how to take a break in the 8,421 degree temperature. It looks like you are strategizin....kinda.

Or how to take the hat off and cool off while appearing to look like you are keeping your eye on the kid on base. Makin sure he ain't gonna steal or nuttin.Yep, that is what you get when you have a pro-baseball mother like Country Girl --Skillz. Mad, mad t-ball skillz.But Baby Twerp? Lawsie Mercy. He has natural talent. I kid you not. He chased every ball and knew exactly what to do.

It must be the genes.

Cause he is by FAR the youngest on the team. But he is also the most determined on the team.

Ain't nothing gonna breaka his stride. Ain't nothing gonna slow him down-- oh noHe's got to keep on ... BT? BT? What's wrong?!?!?!?
Come to momma....
I know sweetie -- it is hard being so advanced. I have had to deal with it my whole life.Like mother like son -- prodigy.

Mark my words -- this pic will be worth sumtin someday,

Amen.