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In which H stands for HAIRCUTS.

I have been dreading this moment since we decided to move back to Little Rock. We’ve decided the boys will be going to Catholic school and with that decision comes the realization they can’t be my long-haired-hippy-boys any longer.

I put off the hair cuts as long as possible. Today was d-day. I’m still not happy about it….

But here are my boys. Cute as they can possibly be…just missing a lot of hair. (ps: Rader does NOT have a bowl cut…he just refuses to do anything with it…so there ya go.)

Rader:


Is he a goofball or what?
Ian:


ian’s big day

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Before:

(Okay, isn’t he the cutest damn thing ever? I hate that we have to cut his hair for his new school this week. Sigh. I love my long-haired-hippy-boy.)

During:


After:


Do you guys remember what it was like the day you got your braces off? I do…my teeth felt like they had slime on them and I couldn’t stop smiling. Ian said, “I can’t wait to eat an apple!” LOL

a wee crush

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I realized last night when my oldest son smiled with pride and squeezed my neck cuz he was so pleased with himself for bringing up his dismal grades and when my youngest son put in the Weird Al CD and began to sing along word for word that I have a small crush on my children.

Which is actually a nice change of pace for me, since in the not too distant past, I’ve contemplated killing them several times.

I guess that fine line between love and hate applies to motherhood as well.

And then there’s the Fishdog. Sometimes I wonder how I deserve him. Last night, when I was completely tired and cranky, he fixed me soup and offered to pack for my San Francisco trip. A trip he’s not even going on. Honestly, that was just the sweetest thing. I was tempted to take him up on the offer, but then I realized his good intentions would backfire because he’d probably pack nothing I would want to take. So, I declined and packed for myself this morning.

Anyway, it just dawned on me that love really is a funny thing. (could I fill this blog with anymore cliches today? I mean, really?) A day comes along like yesterday that makes me forget all the stupid things they do and all the reasons I want to smack them and abandon them on the side of a dirt road in the middle of Deliverance-land.

In honor of Rader’s fascination with Weird Al…I give you Close But No Cigar(hey look, another cliche!)…there’s nothing quite like watching your 9 year old sing this… what a goofball.

mother’s day

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Usually, we do a movie for Mother’s Day but this year, the only thing that the boys were willing to take me to was Spiderman 3 and it’s not on my to see list. Looks a bit too melodramatic even for me. I like my cheese on a cracker, not on the big screen.

So I told them I wanted to plant an herb garden this year and they could help. Imagine the joy they felt in their hearts to know they were going to have to help Mom plant stuff instead of going to a movie.

In their defense, they managed to assist me with my tomatoes and peppers pretty much without complaint. But about five minutes into the herb portion of the planting, they wandered off toward the water hose and a mud puddle–where they spent the next 3 hours making a total mess of the backyard, but having a damn fine time doing it.

Here’s the product of our labor:

I had Fishdog and the boys buy this planter spefically for my herb garden. Isn’t it awesome? I planted 9 herbs: Lemon Basil, Dill, Thyme, Cilantro, Roesmary, Lemon Verbena, Parsley, and Oregeno

a close up

In the back row I have 3 tomato plant and the other 4 pots contain various peppers. I love homemade salsa, don’t you?

Here’s the front flowerbed that I finally managed to mulch on Sunday after spending all last weekend weeding and planting. If all works out like I’ve planned, all the empty spaces will soon be filled with wildflowers

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The side garden (it’s really all one big garden) This is where my roses are planted. They are doing beautifully now!

and just for fun, here’s a pic of my bearded irises from the other side of the house.

buffalo parts

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If you read this blog with anything resembling regularity, you are familiar with my youngest son.

Rader is his biggest fan. He cracks himself up on a daily basis. Rarely can he go five minutes without giggling over something he just thought of.

Sense of humor runs deep in our family.

Many of you will remember my blog from last year where he apologized to his teacher by creating her a masterpiece. He drew a donkey and at the head he put “this is you” and at the rear he wrote “and this is what I’ve been”. Yes, my 8 year old called himself an ass to his teacher, in writing, and got away with it.

Because the child is just funny.

Last night he was working on a project for his Insights class. They are currently studying Native Americans and he is doing a project on food.

He decided to use a Buffalo and label all the parts and then he’ll explain how the entire animal will be used. Nothing went to waste.

So he drew a sketch of the Buffalo and labeled it last night. And I just have to share it with you.

Click on it to get the full effect.

Yes, the buffalo has a goatee and tail fluff. I’m very curious to see his explanation on exactly how those parts didn’t go to waste…and I’m not even gonna touch the fact that I was clueless about the location of the buffalo’s abdomen.

BTW: when he showed me the picture, he was cracking up waiting for me to notice the “go-tee”.

Proud momma (and wife)

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This sexy beast is my husband.
Rader

Ian

Grant (and fishdog in the background)

Simon (in the yellow) and Neal G. and Kent J.

All the coaches from the soccer camp. Left to right: Steve, Karl, Ian, Grant, Simon

sunshine and summertime!

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School’s officially out ’round these parts. Part of me is a little sad because now I have to find something constructive for my kids to do while I’m at work. Oh well, that’s why they pay me the big bucks to be the momma, I guess.

We’re leaving on Thursday forMountain Harbor on Lake Ouachita. The next five days will go something like this.

Get out of bed. Eat bacon, biscuits and gravy, eggs and coffee.
Pack food for lunch.
Pack Ice Chest. (make sure there are some beverages suitable for kids.)
Go to lake and sit on Pontoon boat for 6 hours.
Eat cheese dip, guacamole, and salsa for 6 hours.
Go back to house.
Eat dinner.
Write for a couple of hours.
Play card games til Midnight.
Go to bed.

Next verse same as the first….

I can’t wait.

I’ll post pics when I get back.

fishdog’s flophaus: what a trip

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fishdog’s flophaus: what a trip

Or, as I like to call it– A day of firsts.

#1 boy’s 1st real concert, 1st sex talk, 1st time getting patted down, 1st hubcap burger–all in one day.

And there are some pictures, too.

It’s a little long but very enjoyable–as only my husband could make it.