With spring break as a distant memory we have just jumped right back in to life. Boo. Although, this week has been exciting with a banquet and the beginning of soccer and baseball season.
Remember the banquet Clayton was invited to for the paper on youth violence that he wrote? That happened Thursday night. (Please disregard my bathroom, unless you are from HGTV and want to start a show about redoing bathrooms seen on selfies. Call me. I'm willing) I was a little unsure of my outfit so I stood on the edge of my tub to take my picture to send to my friend to get her opinion. Doesn't everyone do this?!? Ha!
Speaking of growing up...Jack started baseball this week. I had to buy him cleats. Guess what size my 8 year old son wears?? He wears a men's size 8. Yes, he does. I went to Academy Sports and bought two pairs of tennis shoes, 2 pairs of cleats, and 1 pair of sandals. That's a lot of shoes.
I carried my high school backpack to the gym this week. If you know me you know that I do not hold on to anything. This backpack is probably 20 years old...at least. The fact that I've kept it is nothing short of a miracle. For crying out loud, I tried to throw away my high school diploma. I'm just glad it can't talk. Wink.
My friend is getting married in April. My sweet intake is out of control. So, I decided to do without sweets until her wedding. (Not my coffee creamer. That's crazy talk. I'm just talking about desserts: cake, cookies, ice cream, pie...all things delicious.) I'm not going to be legalistic about it. If someone has us over for dinner and they offer me dessert I won't refuse it. I don't want to be rude. I'm just putting this out there. In case anyone reading this (my mother and grandmother) wants to have us over for dinner and offer dessert. For crying out loud I don't want to be rude. Monday night the boys ate peanut butter pie after dinner while I munched on grapes. Grapes?!? They are just as good as peanut butter pie, right? Wrong! They are not.