Googly Eyes and All Things Wise

What is the magical power goggles possess for producing happiness?

I am always amused by my boys and their creative play.

Honestly, some of their ideas create bewilderment more than amusement. Nonetheless, on a regular basis I run for the camera to capture the latest antics.

I moved the table into the living room to do a superior mopping. The boys gathered all of MY pillows and their blankets and created the ultimate daybed and hideout utilizing the dining table.

In 7th grade I made friends with a girl who refused to drink from the same cup. She was very concerned about germ exchange. This is my earliest recollection of the concept. I was under the impression that 2 straws were sufficient protection, further education would disprove my theory.

I always chuckle when the boys share food. Unfortunately, mom prefers not to have food crammed down her throat by an over zealous 2 year old. It may be impossible to escape Lincoln's jabs with a food filled spoon, but at least the boys are mastering the art of sharing.

No child can resist the opportunity to share See Food!
I can't imagine who inspired such debauchery.

The daily shenanigans are what keep this phase of life so enjoyable.
Griffin's recent deep thoughts have also been highly treasured.

Monday morning Griffin was shaking his head back and forth.
He looked up at me with a very serious face and said,
"Mom do you know what is in my head?"

I wondered if he had water in his ears and was very curious to hear his response.
He smiled enthusiastically and replied, "My brains!"

Too True. Quite the revelation.

The next morning Griffin snuggled into my bed. He rubbed his chin up to my shoulder and shared this gem, "Chins don't have arms mom. They're just chins."

Once again, very valuable insight.

Even Super Heroes Have Bad Days

Brian went to a Football Camp at Mountain View High School. It was quite awkward to see my child wearing a Toro shirt. I ran into a kindred spirit, a pure Westwood Warrior, and she recommended a shirt burning party.

Brian determined football is not in his blood. He tried to fly like superman into the tackle dummy. He managed to ram into the thing while doing a dive roll. He does not recommend this maneuver, nor is he interested in attending further football camps.

On a positive note, the children loved the Mt. View bleachers and wasted no time exploring. They climbed the metal "Web-like beams under the bleachers and happily journeyed to the top.

I think it is safe to say we could have climbed the bleachers for free and held on to our $25!

Much to my relief, my oldest son is not quite ready to join the ranks of the Toro, Dive Tackling, Football players. He complained of back pain for almost a day. As his mother I hope he may possibly have learned that even super heroes must exercise caution while leaping!

He may not be embracing his inner linebacker after this activity, but he certainly looked adorable trying. I hold this truth to be self evident!

War Eagle, Tear 'Em up Westwood!!!