A boy and his dog.

This afternoon I looked over in the front yard to see my boy with his dog. I ran into the house as quickly as I could to grab my camera (I never have it when I need it most) because I wanted to remember this moment forever.

this boy LOVES his dog.

Be Still My Heart.

sk8 or die.

that's what i always say

sorry about the bad quality. i really need to use my big girl camera more often.

have you heard of Penny Boards?

it has been a topic of conversation in our house since october. this week, finally, after months of humming and hawing, my boys pulled out their hard earned cash and each bought one. 

me, being the voice of reason, kept telling them, "why do you need a penny board? you have perfectly fine skateboards." to which they replied, "MOM. penny boards are easier to ride." with the look of DUH written across their faces. WHATEVER! it's their money. 

well let me tell you a little story about what happens when i take the boys to the sk8 shop.

every time we walk in it goes like this...

MOM. i don't have any shirts. 

MOM. i don't have any shorts. 

MOM. I need a belt.

MOM. i need a new hat. (my boys ARE NOT hat wearers)

MOM. i need new sunglasses. (not for a c note you don't)

MOM. MOM. MOM.

thursday was no exception. 

it went like this. between me and tiny man.

"MOM. you know how our class is going on a tour of the Junior High tomorrow? well my teacher said that we needed to dress nice. i don't have ANY nice clothes." 

i looking into my mind while it flips like a rolodex cataloging all of his nice clothes i say, "yes you do honey." 

"MOM. but they aren't that nice." and i really want to make my teacher proud by dressing nice like she asked."

i try with all my might to keep my face blank because i know exactly what's going on here. i knew from the start. he thinks he's a BA going to tour the junior high campus and wants to look "cool." i did the same thing when i was little, and i'm here to tell you apples do not fall to far the trees. he he! so as usual, because i have "SUCKER" written across my head in big bold letters i give in and buy him not one but two new shirts and a pair of shorts. touring the junior high campus is a big deal you know. and one just may need an outfit change. :)

and while we are on the subject can we just have a moment of silence and/or prayers for the sadness i am feeling over the fact that come august i will no longer have a child in elementary school, and not only that, big man is starting high school in august. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? hold me. i am far too young for this. for real. my sons friends ask them all the time if i am their sister. ha! so that must prove i'm to young for this right? RIGHT.

another little funny about yesterday. we had our close friends son with us. the boys were looking for shirts. size small shirts. there were none. i found a few and i said. "hey guys how about these? they're cool!" to which our friends son replied, "i have learned that if moms think a shirt is cool...it's not."

whoa!!! tell me how you really feel. and by the way i am cool. you can't convince me that i'm not.
BOOM!

and because my feeling may have been a little worn out and tender i bought my self a happy.
i love my new hat.

i hope you all have a happy tuesday.