Spam!!!

Spam is a favorite dish of my husband and my son Kevin. They love to make it when mom isn't around because I can't stand the stuff. Usually they make it on a "man day" as they like to call it. They have particularly weird traditions for those times which I will neither understand nor divulge to protect the innocent. :) It's all good fun I'm sure, but it's weird.

Spam is also a form of irritating communication from people you neither know or have interest in. I have gotten such comments on this blog, which stinks because it's a blog where I share the lives of my boys with my friends and family so that we can all feel a little bit closer. I don't know whether someone is taking the time to log onto public blogs one at a time or whether they have a sophisticated sort of way to do it to lots of blogs all at once. I don't really care which one it is, I would just love for it to stop happening to this blog. If any of my FRIENDS out there know how to help make that happen, I would love to know. 

Spring

During a home schooling session I asked Kevin and Nolan: "How can you tell that it is spring?" 

Kevin replied, "The sun."

"What does the sun do?"

"It cares for us... and gives us light... and... it burns bugs when they come out to catch some sun."

That's my boy.

BBQ

"Mom, What would happen if I barbecued a napkin?"

Kevin asked me this question at lunch today and my mind immediately pictured him at 12 in the back yard of our home standing over our barbecue and holding a napkin. I nearly laughed out loud but he would not have known why and I didn't want him to think I was laughing at him. 

Still glad we have AFLAC.

Soccer Season Begins

Nolan liked cheering more than running but everyone needs an assistant right? His team won their first game. Nana, Papa and Kaytlyn were there in time to cheer him on... and hold him while his team played so I could keep coaching. We're working on the staying with the team and playing the game part.





Kevin ran with the purple shirts and tried to get to the ball. An eternal optimist he said, "Maybe next time I'll get to kick the ball." He is learning a lot about playing on a team. He has a great coach. I'll have to remind him to tell the yelling mom on the sidelines to stop coaching his team for him. - His team also won thier first game with Nana, Papa, Kaytlyn, Dad and the yelling mom to cheer him on.

Kenli

On Sunday our friend Kenli visited from Texas. When the boys saw her at PUMP it was like she had never left. Kevin sat by her in worship and when she came to have dinner with us Nolan promptly drug her out to the play ground and all over the play structures. ~ We had good conversation, a lot of laughs and took some great photos. The boys always seem to turn on the charm for her. 

Kenli, it was good to have you in our home again. I know you are not leaving until Saturday or something but we probably won't get to see you before you go. Come visit again soon! And have a good time in Amarillo.

Nolan-ism

"Camel-ope": A sweet, juicy fruit with orange flesh and a greenish-grey rhine.

Letter of the day

While reviewing the letter "Ii" during our school time I asked Kevin to give me a sentence involving one of these words: indian, igloo, pig, ice, fire, icecream. This was his sentence:

"The cowboy kills the indian who licks the icecream and kills the pig who lives in the igloo and sits by the fire melting the ice."