The Weekend: Too Many Boys, Hugging Coaches and Fairy Tales

We are still here! Someday I'll blog regularly again (uhm,.. don't hold your breath)

The big news - we were brave enough and finally granted poor little Zachy his slumber party. We had three other boys (besides our three boys) spend the night. Everyone had a great time. My wonderful, wonderful friend watched Sophia so even I could trekk to the movie theater and watch Madagascar 2. I love those stupid movies. Long Live King Julian! Actually, I think we laughed harder than the kids. Which shouldn't really be a big shocker, since, according to my chidlren, everyone but them has seen SAW I, II, III, IV AND V. I give up. I am happy to be that quirky, quakerish mom up the street who doesn't let her boys wear their shorts around their knees, expects them to watch things that don't involve human torture or illicit sex and wants them to get good grades in school. I know, who the heck do I think I am?

Case in point? I spent my time in the stands at Zach's football playoff game listening to parents discuss the merits of Club Fantasy strip club over Club 215 due to the lower cover charge and the $5 pitchers. Hmmm... these are parents of second and third graders. I'd say I wasn't very worldly, but actually, sorry, that's not the case. Me and my old fashioned morals. Gosh darn it.

Anyway, Zach lost unfortunately. He played a great game, and it was tough, but someone has to loose, right? No thanks to the heavy dust devils and 500 mph 90 degree wind - I had to remove my lipstick as soon as I got out of the car because dirt was sticking to my lips. Not the fashion statement I was striving for.

Jared, on the other hand, WON! And he caught a pass that got the team their first of two touchdowns. It looked like this:

Then the coaches looked like this:

He has that effect on his coaches. Poor kid; we move so much he has to prove himslef over and over again. He has my utmost respect and I SWEAR I will try my darnedest to stay put so he can play football on the same team for two years in a row and start out closer to where his abilities land him, instead of as the water boy, as it has been in the past.

After the big win, to the movie where we ate 50$ worth of popcorn and M&Ms (actually not as much as you'd think, this is SoCal.), then to Little Ceasar's for lots of greasy pizza, then home for Reese's cake, flashlight tag and football in the dark and creepy community park, more snacks like flamin' hot cheetos to sustain the kids, then bed. Up early for hot tubbin' and pancakes. Boot all the little boys not named Richardson and head to Mass then Kyle's last baseball game. Then home for a psuedo nap (you know, when you are on the verge of sleep but someone who shall remain nameless keeps making noise and you wake up) then hubby attempts to put in a new thermostat, and I leave him alone with small children when I go to the store, only to come home to a dark, not on the electric grid anymore house and think the worst. He's okay thank goodness. But, the thermostat is strewn in a slew of small electrical components in a three foot spread on one of my nice pieces of furniture, so I'm actually happy for all that extra carbon dioxide so I don't freeze to death as we attempt to find time to buy electrical tape and longer wires before the first frigid temps of oh, say,.. 50ish degrees.

The tale of the big princess and the little princess.

by Sophia Richardson

I suppose my life will get better when I get older. I look at my sister, the B, (I guess as in Queen Bee) and see her charmed life.

She hangs around and drinks Hot ChaCha from Starbucks.

When she's had enough hot cha cha to sustain her energy, she does ballet.

Me? I'm the little sister. When I'm not in the dog kennel,

I'm doing chores.

Oh, I'M KIDDING.

They are both spoiled. Believe me.

XOXO,

Muddlin' Mother She has my grimace, don't you think? And she's a mean stair climber already,.. unfortunately,...