First things First. Chapin will really wear you out. So much so that you may or may not fall asleep on your buddy's shoulder while his Mom drives you back to Charleston. Not saying it happened. Just saying it could...
Moving on... Big finished his torture this week. And by torture, I mean Cotillion. I know he hated it, and it's so out of his comfort zone, but seeing my sweet little 9 year old do the Fox Trot with the ladies made me literally swoon. His wife is gonna love me for this. They hold the end of the year dance in the very same spot Daddy and I had our wedding reception -one of the oldest halls in Charleston Society. I am quite sure he was the only one there wearing camoflauge underwear but you didn't hear that from me.
This weekend was spent making snow balls, snow men, and snow angels. A break from life spent in Boone. We snow tubed, stuck our tongues out trying to catch flakes and made fires. It was perfectly freezing in every single way.
Sorry about the long pause in posting kids. You guys have been keeping me extra busy lately and I haven't had time to write. Or take your picture! I'm making a mental note to change that pronto.
We are in full basketball swing mode right now for Big. Daddy is coachin' and Big is jammin'. My washing machine is constantly full of smelly crazy colored socks and there are so many silky pairs of basketball shorts that most of my piles of laundry slide instantly onto the floor. The shoes on the floor. Oh my lawd. The shoes. Big shoes, little shoes, work shoes, school shoes, boots, flip flops. You name it... it's scattered across my kitchen.
Big is also currently hating my guts for making him go to cotillion every Wednesday night. Seriously. Hating. Me. I'm sorry but I just can't apologize for wanting my son to be the best dancer at the wedding. He'll probably meet his wife that way one day and he'll have me to thank for it!
He just made Principal's Honor Roll again. He cares but not as much as we do. All he wants is the cash. He's a hustler baby.
Lil' has just been chuggin along with all her furry stuffed animals in tow. I put a limit on how many she can sleep with at night because frankly it was pissing me off trying to make up her bed every morning. Who wants to play hide and seek with a bunch of bed lumps at 7am? Not this guy. Now she can only sleep with 4 which is a tremendous reduction from the 15-20 it used to be.
She is taking gymnastics and is grossly clumsy but who am I to judge. Lawd knows she gets that honest. She loves it though and I'm just happy we've found something she enjoys. She is also doing great in school. She seems to love a good game of tag at recess. No cotillion for her yet although I think she is dying to go. She's such a priss. But a quirky and sweet one which is cool.
We made a quick trip to Wagram right after New Years and I did manage to get a couple pictures from that. I promise to make a better effort to keep our little diary updated. The kids are growing up, moving on and rolling right on through...
Did you know trucks can grow grass?
