Mother of the Year Award (NOT)

My friend posted on her blog this morning about what a 'bad mom' she is. So in the spirit of good company I thought now is the time to share my latest 'bad mom' story. This is just one example from the long (and still going) list I have accumulated over the years.
Ryan and Colby had a great summer with coach pitch baseball and tee-ball. When I got their schedules at the begining of the year I made sure to transfer them to the calendar that hangs by my phone so that I could keep better track of the times. Well, I tought I had done a good job in the transfer and we kept busy with games monday through thursday. We spent most of our evenngs at the ball field and it quickly became a routine in our summer schedule. Then Ryan's last game came.... We had gotten into this great routine of eating first if the game was at 7:30...and going to the game and THen eating if the game was at 6:30. So as had been the majority of the summer we enjoyed dinner then rode bikes to the ball field. As we rode up to the field Ryan said " look . Mom they already started." I look at the kids on the field (Ryan's team). But then I say another team off tto the side throwing the ball back and forth.. so I said" They're probably just warming up, Get your stuff and go over with your team." I parked my bike and proceeded to look around for a place to lay our blanket out when Ryan cam running back over to me crrying, mind you, and saying the game wasn't just starting but was just ending. Me, being the bright, intelligent person Iam said " Well, It was you turn to bring drinks lets at least go give those out." He just cried more and said 'I'm going home" So I went and gave the drinks out myself... rode home alone... feeling like dirt. As we rode by a neighbors house they called at to me" Well that was a short game" I was trying to think of something clever and commical to say, but all that came out was. "yeah"
When I got home Wade suggested I take Ryan and Cloby to see Kung Fu Panda... We drowned Ryan's sorrows and my guilt in a big tub of popcorn.
Mother of the Year... I think not.

V is for Veterans

Last Wednesday Ryan had a class program for school. As you can see, it was Patriotic themed, and consisted of 20 minutes of singing and the kids each reciting a piece they had memorized. Ryan did a great job... but the highlight of the program was when a clock fell off the wall and bopped a poor little boy on the head. After sitting for a few minutes with an ice pack on his head he bravely joined his fellow classmates and even recited his part. As they say... the show must go on.

My Little Allstar

The previous two saturdays' I've spent sick and babysitting so I missed a couple of Ryan's basketball games. I don't know what they have been doing at practice ... or what he's been having for school lunch... but I have to say he was quite the ball player this week. He made several of his shots, did awesome at rebounding and was usually the first one down the court on defense. He even got three fouls. Now I know to some of you that doesn't sound like a positive thing.... but I think we had warped our poor boy. For years we have been telling him to take turns, play nice and share. While we still believe those are important attributes and want him to continue doing them, they don't work too well on the basketball court. We were proud of him for trying so hard.

So hears a big sound of applause for our little Allstar.

p.s. he is #32