An Eater or a Wiper, but a Picker, None the Less

Have you heard the phrase, “lesser of two evils”?  I’m sure that this will completely gross some people out, but it is one of the crazy random things that has crossed my mind today while staying at home with my beautiful children.  Even beautiful children can be gross.  I’m talking about boogers here.  I have been blessed with the opportunity to rear both a boy and a girl and there truly is a difference in genders besides you know what.  The booger thing is probably not gender specific, but I have noticed that while my beautiful, yet unmistakably boyish boy likes to eat boogers; my equally beautiful, self-proclaimed “girly girl” tends to be more of a wiper.  Which, I am quick to say that I am so glad that she chooses not to digest her boogers; however, I am none too happy to find the little crusty things everywhere from her bed sheets to the trim panel of the door which is located next to her car seat.  And, there was the time that I was walking her to her room one evening for bed and she very kindly wiped a long stringy one on the hallway wall.  I really hope they both outgrow this picking stage real soon.  The End.


T-Ball Diary: Entry 1

After my last post about being fearful of this whole t-ball experience with my little boy, I decided that I will keep a log of our t-ball experience. 

We have only had two practices so far.  Here is how it went.

Day 1 Practice:  Sam followed directions and participated the entire practice.  Afterward, he asked Daddy if he would grill him a steak.  It was already getting late, so we went out to eat instead.  He ordered a rib-eye and mac and cheese.  He ate over half of the steak and most of the mac and cheese.  T-ball is creating quite the appetite in my little Thumper (his nickname, given him by Daddy).

Day 2 Practice:  Today we bought him a new pair of baseball pants.  They were so big around his little waist that they fell in a pool around his ankles when he tried to take a step.  Daddy took him to Hibbet Sports to buy a belt.  Problem solved.  He was excited to wear the pants and his baseball socks to practice tonight.  He enjoyed practice.  He seemed to have made a couple of friends.  He told me he liked hitting the ball the best.  (One of the other parents suggested he try throwing with his left arm instead of the his right.)  I am going to have to practice throwing with him to see what it was that she “saw”. 

Next practice is Thursday night.  I’ll keep you posted.

Proverbs 22:1

A good name is more desirable than great riches; to be esteemed is better than silver or gold.

All Cleaned Up

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