Joining up for the Friday regular linky loo @ Conversion Diary with Jennifer Fulwiler and people, who BTW, has a reality show premiering on December 13, you can click HEREto get all the deets! Without further adieu…let me make the attempt here:
The view on our counter this week. Good times, people, good times!
Fell STRAIGHT asleep last night and woke up @ 12:30a.m. to two cats fighting. OUR cat and some other cat (who I’m certain started it….)..anyway, jumped out of bed and took care of it, but then…the dang cat had POO on his butt. I wasn’t messing with that so I left him outside to fend for himself and went back to bed.
Tossing and turning with adrenaline pumping our 13yo son had a dream/something and was talking LOUDLY in his sleep. Jumped up and dealt with that and then back to bed. To toss and turn some mo’…I see lots o’ caffeine in my future today. Lots.
At least I exercised this week. Not yesterday, but all week-long. Gotta balance the Christmas baking…..or at least keep it at bay, you feel me??
Our daughter’s bronchitis appears to be gone. Thank you $100 worth of Zpack and Brom cough meds.
3 Days of staying at home and down about 5 pounds, but our 13 yo son seems to have kicked his flu bug.
On Day 3 of flu, he rallied long enough to make his 5:40p.m. appointment to audition for All-county band. He’s really quite competitive
He made All-County band. French horn, 4th chair. Pretty proud mama and papa, considering we have ZERO musical ability and the kiddo has only been playing a year. Yep. he’s the bomb.
French horn…bring it!
Happy week y’all. I’m off to find more coffee!!! STAT!!
We have a funny kid in our family. He’s the clown. Always. He brings the funnies potty humor or just plain funny, he’s always honing his act. This year he entered the dreaded Middle school years and….he is flourishing. Opting to join band and learn the French horn he has excelled. First chair. (okay, out of 3…but c’mon, I gotta brag) Superior at solo and ensemble. (that’s fo’ realz!) The funny thing is neither Hubby nor I are musical. Not one bit. In fact, when I sing, the kids beg me to stop. Except at church. Somehow they know they can’t here. However, THIS kid, is so self-motivated and self-disciplined it’s amazing to watch. “Mom, I’m going to learn the French horn. And next year, I am going into Advanced band. (beginning this year, he’s decided to skip Intermediate) Perhaps pick up the trumpet and join Jazz Band.” I have no doubt he will. When he puts his mind to it, he does it. And then, he decided he’d like to give tackle football a try after years of flag. When a spring league opened up, he joined. And for the first time, he’s not top dog. Now he is the youngest in the 12-15 league and that makes a big difference in size and experience. I’ll give it to him though. He gets beat and bruised and exhausted and he utterly loves it. He’s improving. And now his brain is contemplating if he could play football and be in the band. Hmmmm. Time will tell. For now, it’s pretty fun to watch. This past weekend, we combined them both. Solo and ensemble on Friday night. Double-header football game Saturday.