Piccal

This pretty much sums up our soccer experience today. Weston was still very short-tempered when it came to having the ball stolen from him. Today, though, he decided to throw a fit because he couldn’t see his jersey’s number because

Turner had to take a sick day on account of a stomach bug. Last night he was complaining about how his stomach hurt. Traci and I were in our room and he came in and was rolling around on the

As Turner claimed yesterday, today he brought me a picture of us watching TV together. “Oh, cool! What are we watching?” He looked at me like I was crazy and said, “Star Wars, daddy. Can’t you tell?” That’s a Storm

Turner showed me this drawing of him in his bed and I remarked that I’d never seen him draw a bed before. I was interested in how he depicted the perspective. I challenged him to draw more things that he’d

I decided to head over to the school to have lunch with Turner. He’s been requesting that I come have lunch with him since apparently a lot of the other kids’ parents to it (which turned out to be a

The sign finally got installed late on Friday and managed to remain in place over the weekend. That’s a good sign (pun intended).

Because of the harsh winds we’ve had lately, I’m having fencepost issues again. Turner and I spent an hour yesterday digging around it and I plan to add more cement to the base to try and keep the stinking thing

Weston’s game was at 9am, Turner’s was at 2pm. What a lovely split that was. Nothing quite like spending all friggin’ Saturday hauling kids back and forth to the soccer field. Weston picked up right where he left off from

They had to get a friggin’ crane to get the sign hoisted up there. There was also a 2 hour delay because they couldn’t find the bolts that they had supposedly left in a box inside our building last night,