AND THE HIGHLIGHT OF OUR DAY WAS...

Yesterday I decided to tackle the MCs closet versus cleaning the rest of the house. My washing machine was on hiatus and that pretty well zapped any desire to clean straight out of me. We went through clothes, tried on pants and shirts, and then returned the keepers to the closet. Now I confess, I like an organized closet. I like dress shirts together, pants together, skirts together....you get the picture. When I organize the boys clothes, it is pretty much the same plan, minus the skirts. MC 1, over the last year or so, has decided to organize his closet himself.
The clothes on the right are for school.
The clothes on the left are for church.
The lone shirt in the middle....it's a switch hitter.
Church or school, it can do both.
Versatile, yep, that is what it is.

DOTS

What are your ...?(click the dots)

JULY 4th.....

THEY ARE LEAVING THE NEST...

Not the big one....
The little one on his finger.



Their little tails are shrinking.
They are stretching their legs.
They are hopping away for their sweet little lives.
Be great if they could take a puppy or two with them.

SUMMER WALKS

LAST I SAW YOU....

I was left holding the bag.

Actually, MC 2 was holding the bag.

Amidst my many protests, MC 1 said,

"Well, just be glad it wasn't poop."

Well, yes, son, I am rather glad of that.

My sister's kids were here Monday.

(They were not contributors to our "survival bag". She would want you to know that.)

Her MC has a fascination and astounding knowledge of all things military.

He and MC 2 can talk army guys for hours.

He is pretty much the only one MC 2 will even play army guys with, civilly.

A female cousin tried to participate in his army guy training exercise while we were in West Texas.

Mom! She can not play. Army guys do not have girls.

Yes, girls can be in the army.

I did not know that.

As a treat, I decided to take them to a local war museum. However, no one was there to show us around and I was not about to let them touch, climb on or attempt to fly anything.

SO... the worst mom ever made them leave, enduring the cries of MC 2,

WHY DO WE HAVE TO LEAVE?

THIS PLACE IS THE MOST AWESOME!

I DON'T WANNA GO!

Tuesday, the cat disappeared.

Seems I locked him a closet.

Oops.

That night we had storms blow in.

Nothing major, but you would not have been able to convince MC 1 of that fact.

He spent a portion of the evening carrying said gato around and saying,

We're all going to die.

We're all going to die.

Of course, he really thought we were when the power abruptly cut off.

Yep... it was then end of it all.

Despite his doomsday predictions, we all slept soundly and survived to fight another day.

If you are reading this, so did you.

Choose the good fight.

1 Timothy 6:12 (NKJV)

Fight the good fight of faith,

lay hold on eternal life,

to which you were also called

and have confessed the good confession

in the presence of many witnesses.

RAISING DAVE AND CODY...

Just when I thought I would have nothing to say today.....

MC 2 just brought me a Ziploc bag with a urine specimen he and MC 1 had produced.

They were saving to:

1. Show HH

2. Light a fire by using it as a magnifying glass

I am going to bet Dave and Cody's mamas faced similar issues.

I hope they threw it away as quickly as I did.

I am not sure who the survival tactics are for, me or them?

Maybe they should make a show about surviving your sons:)