The 6th picture in the 6th folder

My friend, Lisa, has the cutest picture of herself at her 2nd birthday party on her blog from a photo tag. The tag is :

Go to my pictures on your computer go to the 6th folder and choose the 6th photo in that folder.

I think I may actually have posted this before, not sure. Anyway, I also posted two so that you could get a real sense of just how dirty Andrew was. This is how he came home to me after playing with the kids in the neighborhood.

Go Gators!

Andrew is in his 3rd year of Recreation Football (tackle, not flag). His team is the Gators, as in the Florida Gators. He has been on the same team all three years (next year he will move up to the older group of boys). The first year they were the Longhorns. But then the coach's son decided that he like the Florida Gators better, so our entire team had to change. Seriously!!

Anyway, since he would be on this team for two years (coach promised he would not change it again) we decided to get the team apparel to support our team. Now, being that we live in Louisiana, most people don't appreciate the fact that we would wear such things!
I have heard comments such as, "Did you get that shirt on Clearance? (with a look of disgust). Is there nothing else you could have worn." and "You need a new shirt!" (again - the look of disgust).

But I wear my shirt with pride! Because I know that I am not supporting the college football team, but instead the group of young boys that we love so much. (Even though it really is a Florida shirt with their logo on it.)

I even had to wear my shirt to Enrichment (because I left the game to go to church). The timing was not good. It was only 2 days before the real Florida Gators would put a beating on the LSU Tigers. Ouch! sad, sad, day Ironically, two days after the college game, my little Gators would play the LSU Tigers. We cheered our boys on to victory as the Tigers suffered a shut-out. sad, but true

In fact our boys have done really well this season. They are 5-0 and have only had one touchdown scored against them all season!

Bobby would like to burn our Florida Gator things when the season is over. I think my friend Angie took offense to that. She said, "It means something to Andrew and to the rest of us"
She's right. Maybe I'll just give my shirt to Andrew. :)

So for the rest of the season I will wear my shirt with pride and say,
"GO GATORS!! GO GATORS!! GO GATORS!!"

They call him the Streak

Here he comes, look at that, look at that
There he goes, look at that, look at that
And he ain't wearin' no clothes

Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
Fastest thing on two feet
Look at that, look at that
He's just as proud as he can be
Of his anatomy
He goin' give us a peek

Oh, yes, they call him the Streak
Look at that, look at that
He likes to show off his physique
Look at that, look at that
If there's an audience to be found
He'll be streakin' around
Invitin' public critique

The Streak by Ray Stevens



I was excited to get to go to Enrichment last Thursday.  I had to leave
Andrew's ball game early (but they were winning 38-0).
Spencer came with me and headed to nursery.  One of our young
women were in there with two other little boys.
We were having a lesson on 72 hr kits (emergency preparedness)
when I saw the speaker turn her head toward the door and let out a
gasp.  I looked toward the door and saw a little blond head bobbing
along.  When he finally came around the table full of women to where
I could see him, I understood.  Spencer was wearing nothing but his
little t-shirt.  My sweet little two year old boy was happily (almost
skipping) streaking all of the ladies.  He was delighted to be free of the
sitter and his diaper.
Of course the room was full of mostly mothers and grandmothers,
so they all thought it was hilarious.  Very entertaining.  It was the
highlight of my evening.

I can't say that I am totally surprised.  Okay, maybe surprised that he
did it at church.  But we are having trouble keeping his clothes on him
at home.  The stake president was at my parent's house one night and
Spencer walked into the living room with everyone and started stripping.
He was trying to tell Grandma that he wanted to go swimming.   :)

When it rains.....it pours

My dear sweet husband had the morning off. He, my father and a few other men volunteered to help fix someone's roof this morning. As far as I can recall it really hasn't rained very much, or at all, since Hurricane Ike. My husband reminded me of this a few days ago when the Christmas tree growing in our front yard died. :(
So he got up quite early and headed out to do a good service. Right now, it is raining. Not just a little drizzle, it is really raining. Quite hard. It has absolutely been pouring for over an hour. I wonder what he is doing right now. As we listen to the thunder and lightning. I just watched my neighbor's trash can float across my front yard. I couldn't even drive down my street right now if I wanted to.
So what does he do? Does he climb up on someone's roof in this weather? Or does he sit back and watch the rain pour in? I don't know yet. I'll just sit hear listening to the thunder and wait for him to call.


Update: When he got home he was completely dry. Apparently, they were finished with the roof by the time the rain reached the part of town where he was at. By the time it hit, he was sitting down in Subway enjoying an early lunch.

The Sweet Life

Shawn turns 9 tomorrow! He is so excited about his birthday. I saw today that he is really living the sweet life.

He came home from school and got his homework done right away. Then he enjoyed some time on his Nintendo DS. I walked into the living room to see him lounging in a big, comfy chair playing his game. His 5 year old cousin, Kaylie, was standing behind him massaging his shoulders as he played. He looked quite relaxed! :)

I grabbed my camera to capture the moment. Unfortunately, it was a 35 mm camera. They are not nearly as fun as they used to be. I'll have to snap some more shots so I can get them developed.

Happy Birthday to my sweet Shawnie!