got sand?

yep.  lots.  everyday after school.

picture day

"Weston what do you want to wear for picture day tomorrow?"

"Oh, I already know what I'm gonna wear",  he answers confidently.

I must know more, so I prod,"What do you want to wear?"

"You'll have to wait and see in the morning", he teases.

"No, I think you better tell me."

He proudly answers, "I'm gonna wear a suit.  I want to look niiiccceee!"  He drags out the last word.

I bite my lip to keep from laughing out loud.  I love the idea.

To my dismay, in the end, he decided the the collar bugged him too much, so he just wore an old Star Wars t-shirt.

Good thing he can't take off that face.

shards and slivers

i truly and honestly had the impression to serve breakfast on paper plates this morning. 

really, i did.

i decided against it.

i ended up throwing away the breakfast plate anyway.  in pieces.

she's got spirit, yes she does!

    {neon day and crazy hair day for spirit week at the junior high}

                      {she chose to go neon with the eyelashes}                     

when there is a will...

(Conversation from last Sunday)

Weston-"We are not allowed to watch Spongebob on TV on Sundays."

Me-"Exactly right...No Spongebob on Sundays!"

Weston, closing his eyes-"Well, I am watching it in my head."  (pause, eyes still closed, then a laugh at the scene in his head.)

the little rebel.

oatmeal

Sometimes, being a Mom means that you eat the breakfast that your sweet 7-year-old brings to you in bed.

Even if it is oatmeal made in the micro with not quite enough water and not a speck of sugar to be found on even the smallest chunk of oat. 

Even when that same sweet 7-year-old tells you that it is not so good at first but it tastes pretty good after you swallow it.

It also means washing the oats down with 2 packages of capri suns, cut opened and dumped into a cup. 

Because it was made by 7-year-old boy hands, it was most delicious.