girls can build too...

i'm a girl but i build things.
i'm not always good at it & it may take me twice as long as it would take the 'average joe' but by golly, i'm willing to give it a try.
all those Legos constantly getting sucked up in the vac was finally getting to me. and my poor vac.
we needed more storage for all those 'Lego bases'.
so when i saw these nifty Ikea shelves i knew they were the perfect organizing solution.
i bought them. two shelves, consisting of 28 cubbies.
organization heaven.
since they had been sitting on my living room floor for close to a week, i decided to stop waiting for someone else to built them and do it myself.
and you know what?
they look good. real good.
so to all you girls out there who don't think you can, you can.
build it sister.
build it.

thanks dad and gramps for not always doing it for me. girls need to learn this stuff too.

the dreaded phone call....

last week, i got the phone call that no mother wants during the middle of a school day. a call from the school nurse saying "'your son's head hit the football post he was going in for a catch and hit head on...maybe you need to come get him".

my heart sank.

will he need stitches? will he have a concussion? will i recognize him?

of course, it was NO where near that bad. in fact, when i walked in the room, he smiled.

yes, he was hurting. and yes, he was partly excited that i was going to be taking him home at 10:30-on a school day.

he was so sweet, letting me know that the boy that pushed him into the pole did it ACCIDENTALLY. by no means should i think otherwise.

funny how that mother instinct kicks in and you KNOW that surely someone other than YOUR child is to blame.

it couldn't possibly have just been an accident.

but it was.

and he is fine.

hard headed and fine.

then again, a milkshake in the middle of a school day can't hurt anyone!

since i forgot to take a picture on the day this happen, he so kindly reenacted his pain for me.

and yes, he did catch the ball.

who ARE these children????

just found this in never-ending paper pile.
good to know sam doesn't think i'm lazy.