Mi vida loca...

Wow! I'd ask if it was Friday yet, but lately the weekends are as busy as the week, so they all run together. I have had very little down time since my last post. Right now I only have two with ball practice/games and I feel like we are constantly on the go. I'm not sure what I'll do when Isaac is old enough to start. Basketball isn't even over yet, and we are already getting our softball and baseball meetings set up. But Ariel and Drew are both LOVING basketball, and they both scored points in their games this weekend.

So the other things from my crazy life you might like to laugh with me about. Drew is six. He lost his first tooth last week! Who pulled it? How did he pull it? Yeah, those are the questions you typically ask after a tooth is gone. But really, I prefer that you didn't, because then the whole world would know that my child was in the car with his sister alone, GASP! while I ran into the store. O.k. we're talking Archer City here, and it's not really a "store," to get the kids breakfast. AKA a blueberry muffin and some powdered sugar donuts since that is what we do on the days mommy has to work. I get back to the car and Drew is freaking out. "I was biting this and my tooth is about to come out!" So I calmly got a tissue and pulled straight up popping the tooth right out. Of course I told him just to tell people that his mom pulled his tooth, and not to mention the fact that he was biting BUBBLE WRAP when his sister jerked it out of his mouth. So I let him go to the nurse to get a treasure box so he wouldn't lose the tooth. Yeah right! There's a tooth under the seat of my car, but the tooth fairy was kind and put the money under his pillow anyways.

Did I mention that he's six? Which I THOUGHT meant he wouldn't do dumb things like "accidentally" cutting the knee out of his new jeans with scissors at school. Or better yet, playing barber on his own head with his sister's scissors. Could he have done it at the back of his head? Nope, he cut pretty close to the scalp RIGHT IN THE FREAKIN' MIDDLE OF HIS FOREHEAD! I discovered it when brushing his hair on Sunday morning for church. When I asked him about it, he tried telling me that "a kid at school did it!" I mean seriously, do I have something stamped on my head that would make him think I was that dumb? So now I've told him that he's not allowed to use scissors until he's 16.

So there's just a sneak peak at a week of mi vida loca...