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Prom… Again.

May 1st, 2012

It’s that time of year again!

Time for prom!

Calder opted for a red plaid vest this year.

After two years of pink, it was a nice change.

This is his third prom.

He told me that he is NOT going to go to prom next (his senior) year.

I guess he’s had enough of the prom experience.

Getting ready for the group photo…

The group photo…

I loved the frothy hem lines on many of this year’s dresses.

So pretty.

They reminded me of ballet tutus.

Our town park is prom central until the kids head off for dinner.

This is the third year in a row that we have had perfect weather.

How much longer can this go on???

This dress reminded me of the famous yellow dress that Kate Hudson wore in How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days.

I call this one – Girl in Prom Dress With Cell Phone by Pond.

Lots of sparkly dresses this year…

And who doesn’t like a little sparkle in a dress?

I asked Calder what he is going to do if he is dating a girl who wants to go to prom next year?

He looked at me and sighed deeply and said, “I guess I will go to prom.”

Oh the terrible burdens my boy must bear!


April 26th, 2012

This year I will only have three boys out for baseball.

My eldest is looking for a job and is going to focus his free time on summer basketball.

Never fear, I will still spend way more time watching baseball games than I ever could have dreamed possible in my life prior to having sons.

Weeks, months, entire years of my life have been spent watching my boys play ball.

By the end of the season I will be have developed a facial tick at the mere mention of the word baseball.

My joints will seize up at the sight of a bleacher.

My hands will be frozen into the shape required to hold a snow cone cup.

Sunflower seeds will line the bottom six inches of my purse, my car, the kitchen floor, my lawn and yes – even my bathtub.

I like watching my boys play.

No really!

I do…

Until about half way through the season when I just can’t…






But I go to them anyway.

Because you know…

that whole mom thing.

The Singing Slugger

April 20th, 2012

My son Ethan is batting over 700 at this point in his baseball season. (772 to be exact).  When Ethan told me this, I didn’t really know what it meant. I figured it must be good, but I didn’t really get exactly how it was good until Ethan explained it to me.

Very slowly.

As if he were speaking to a small, inebriated child.

They’ve played eleven games so far.

He also got a very small part in the musical that he auditioned for in our small town.

He has baseball practice and musical rehearsal five days a week.

His days are long and full.

A few days ago his baseball practice didn’t begin until 4:30, so Ethan brought a few friends over to the house to hang out until practice started. While the boys played video games in the basement, I whipped them up a batch of oatmeal chocolate chip cookies because whenever I see a pack of young men, I have an uncontrollable urge to stuff them full of food. I am sure this is some kind of primordial instinct.  Human survival has probably hinged on the female need to feed the young for millenia.

So I made them cookies and then I called them up to the kitchen to eat the cookies.  Ethan got out some milk.  There wasn’t very much milk left, so he carefully divided it among three glasses for his friends.  Then it was time to take them all to baseball practice.

We loaded up in the car.

Ethan sat in the front seat beside me while the two other boys sat in the back.  He fussed around with the radio and the CD player until he came across the sound track for the musical he is currently rehearsing. (The director gave him a copy of the songs to help him learn them). Ethan started to play the CD of his musical and to loudly sing along complete with fully engaged facial and hand movements. He turned to face his friends in the back seat as he sang. He sang to them the hit song of Guys and Dolls “Sit Down You’re Rocking The Boat”

His friends laughed at him.

His mother laughed at him.

But Ethan just kept on singing.

He’s a bit of a one-off, our Ethan.