Too Much Time On My Hands

Well our season ended abruptly Saturday in Mesquite. We lost to Waco Midway and shouldn't have. We had dominated every statistical category throughout the game but were still behind. We KNEW at half that we were gonna win. Never a doubt in anyone's mind. The score was 14-10 Midway with about 2 minutes to go in the 3rd quarter when all hell broke loose. With Midway's drive having stalled on an errant pass into the endzone on 3rd and 13, one of our corners felt like the official should have called pass interference on the WR. The problem wasn't that he FELT the official should have made the call, the problem was he voiced it to the official and probably said some things that weren't particularly nice b/c the official threw him out of the game. One of our D-Linemen took umbrage to the official throwing one of his buddies out and he let the ref know it. He in turn got the hook and a one way ticket off the field. Well, the fun didn't stop there. Our ball boy threw the ball in to the official, the same one who just tossed two of our players, and it apparently had a little too much on it, b/c the official THREW THE BALL BOY OUT OF THE GAME!! (Oh, by the way, the said ball boy just happens to be our head coach's son) I cannot make this stuff up. So anyway, instead of 4th and 13 and a 40 yard field goal attempt into the wind to make it 17-10 at worst, they get the ball first and goal and inevitably score a touchdown. And the rest, as you all know, is history. As a matter of fact that may be the first time in the history of football that 2 players and a ball boy were thrown out of the game by the same referee and in a matter of about 90 seconds. What a joke.

So, needless to say, I have a little time on my hands. Too much as a matter of fact. We are out of school all week (which is ridiculous, b/c we go to school until June 10th). Well the honey-do's have apparently been piling up during the season, because after one day of hanging pictures, re-arranging our bedroom, relocating furniture throughout the house, cleaning out the fireplace, washing and folding laundry and keeping our 3 angels from killing each other all day, I am contemplating taking on a second job or start drinking something stiffer than Corona Light. I'll let you know.

Evidence that kids do say the darndest things:

Drew stayed with my sister and his 4 year old cousin, Eli, over the weekend instead of going to the game. When Corey went to pick him up, the following conversation took place between two 4 year olds and a grown woman:

Drew: Mom, when I was sleeping too long at Eli's house, I accidentally pee'd in Eli's bed.

Corey: Why did you do that?

Eli: Yeah, why did you do that again?

Drew: I didn't do it AGAIN, I just did it one time.

Eli: I guess your peanuts (their term for their man parts) didn't tell you to wake up and go potty.

Drew: Why would they do that? They can't even talk.

Eli: Oh.

Today as I was elbow deep in boxes trying to find our Christmas decorations in the garage, I overheard the following conversation between Baylie and Drew.

Drew: Hey Baylie, did you know that Adam and Ebe were in the Garden of Even.

Baylie: Drew...it's Eve and they were in the Garden of Eden.

Drew: Yeah. And they ate from the tree of knowledge.

Baylie: Yeah, but God didn't want them too.

Drew: Yeah, but Ebe...uh Eve made Adam eat it because the devil told them too. (at least he knows at a young age that Eve is the root of man's sinful nature)

Baylie: I know.

Drew: That's called sin, when you do something the devil tells you to. That's sin Baylie.

Baylie: Yeah, we should always do what God tells us to.

Drew: Hey Baylie, if you told me to eat an apple from the tree of knowledge and God didn't want me too, I wouldn't do it because that would be a sin.

Baylie: (No response. Probably wasn't real sure how to respond to that.)

So anyway, here are some pictures of the little evangelists.

Don't let those smiles fool you. Especially the one on the right.

Some people say he resembles me. I will call him...Mini-Me

Thankfully they look like their momma!


The root of my happiness.


Uh-huh. We tried to tell you. Those pictures above...that's what you see. This is our world. Every morning it's something with her. This day, it was breakfast. You see that bag of Cocoa Puffs?
"I DON'T WANT THAT MUCH!" That means there weren't enough in there for her!


I gotta go, Mr. Corona is trapped in the fridge and wants out. And you know me, always looking to help a brother out.

Jesus Loves The Little Children.

I know it has been a while, so keep your cute little comments to yourself. Football season isn’t exactly prime blogging time. (By the way, we finished the regular season 8-1 and are playing in the first round of the playoffs against Whitehouse this Friday night. Go Tigers!) Tonight, though, Corey seems to find it necessary to torture me with an episode of “The Hills” that she has recorded. A man can only take so much of something that has absolutely NO substantial value. I was on the verge of gouging my eyes out with a butter knife. On my way to the silverware drawer, I passed the computer and decided to blog, instead. Seriously, has anyone seen that stupid show? It is about NOTHING. The girls on that show are about as intelligent as an inbred retard from Crossett, Arkansas (trust me, they’re stupid). And they are about as interesting as an 80 year old Harvard professor giving a lecture on quantum physics. The show is about people who are famous for being famous. What the….? If you watch that show, stop. If you don’t watch it, don’t start. It is merely evidence as to the dumbing down of our society. What happened to classics like Cheers, Dukes of Hazzard, Sanford and Son, The Cosby Show…you get the picture. There are no shows like that on anymore. And if it is up to my wife, they won’t EVER be back on. Thanks a lot MTV.

Anyway, enough about ignorance. Let’s talk about me. Just kidding. Let’s talk about Drew. And how much he is like his daddy. We got a report from his school that Drew had been kissing some of the girls at school. The report didn’t come from one of his teachers, it came in the form of his older sister tattling on him (Which, by the way is one of our 2 deadly sins. The other one being no whining.) So I asked Drew if he had been kissing some of the girls at school. He looked at me and said, “Yes.” I asked him why he was kissing the girls at school. He said, “I don’t know. They didn’t ask me to, I just kissed them.” Now here is where a father is at a conundrum. You see, I have 2 daughters as well. I don’t want some snotty-nosed kid running around kissing on my girls. But it is different with boys. Kissing on girls is better than the alternative. A LOT BETTER. Plus, he can’t help it, he takes after his daddy. And if you only have girls, you understand my stance on this. And if you only have boys, you will never understand my opinion on that end of it, but I know you understand my happiness in his selection as to which gender was the target of his affection. So, what do I do? I told him not to go around school kissing the girls (I couldn’t let it get out of hand). He said okay and acted like it was no big deal. Well the next day we asked our sitter, Amanda, about it (who, by the way, has been a blessing from God. Our kids love her and she loves our kids. She picks up Baylie from school, takes her to the child care center where our other ones are and where she works part-time, and she brings them all home after school.). She laughed and said that Drew walked into school that day and announced, “My dad said I can’t kiss anymore girls at school…..but he didn’t say they couldn’t kiss me.” Amanda said the girls chased Drew around all day kissing and hugging him. He learned at a young age to use reverse psychology on them and play hard to get. That’s the kind of stuff you don’t figure out until WAY later on in life. That’s my boy.

All of this would have never come to fruition had Baylie not spilled the beans on her brother. I didn’t get too mad at her though. She can’t help it. It’s in her nature. She is the most thoughtful kid I know. I don’t know a lot of kids, but she is definitely the most thoughtful. I’m sure it because she is the oldest, but she is very protective and motherly towards Drew and Casey. She hates, absolutely HATES, for the little ones to get a spanking or get in trouble. It kills her. She is brought to near tears when they are upset. If she has something that they want, she gives it to them (we fuss at her and tell her not to give in to them, but she doesn’t care). If they want to sit where she is sitting, she gets up and moves. If they want the cup she is drinking out of, she gives it to them. She helps me and Corey with them all the time. She gets them something to eat or drink if we don’t want to get up for the 79th time to get it. She helps getting them ready in the morning. She tries to console them when they are sad or mad. They know it and they take advantage of her all the time, especially Casey (imagine that). She is very sweet and sensitive toward other people’s thoughts and feelings and especially those of her brother and sister. I know that is a good trait, but I don’t want her to be a push over. So Corey and I try to talk to her about telling them “no” sometimes. Hasn’t worked yet. Well, somehow, the subject of having another baby came up with her and Corey. (I’m still trying to figure out how that subject just “comes up”. It doesn’t. You have to be thinking about it. Apparently Corey has been thinking about it. That’s Great! Of course, if you watch The Hills long enough, your mind starts to wander b/c they never say anything useful. So I figure that’s where it started. Damn you MTV!) Back to the story. Corey asked Baylie what she thought about having another baby. Baylie looked at her with an are-you-kidding-me look and made a sound something like, “fmphnsh”. Corey asked what that meant. Baylie looked at her and, as serious as she could be, she told Corey, “I just don’t think I can handle another kid right now. Maybe when Casey gets a little bit older and starts acting a little better. But not right now.” I FEEL YA SISTER!!

Speaking of that little sweet innocent one. You know…the one who discourages me and Corey from repopulating the earth with beautiful, intelligent babies. Yeah that one. Corey was at Smokey Joe’s BBQ on kid’s night with her parents (Tuesday nights. One free kids meal with the purchase of an adult meal!) They had one of those blow up slides that have a retractor beam in them that sucks parents directly off I-30 and right into the restaraunt. You know the ones that are about 2 stories high that you see at used car lots at the end of the month when they are trying to clear out those six gold 2003 Ford Taurus’s they have left on the lot. Anyway, Corey and her parents were enjoying a nice adult conversation and the kids were frolicking up and down the slide. As East Texans say, they were having a good ol’ time. A Kodak moment. Memories that will last a lifetime. You get the picture. Then it was time to leave. Well, not according to Casey’s watch. According to her estimation, they still had a LONG time before it was time to go. But Momma don’t play that. Momma said it was time to go. So, it was time to go. That didn’t mean Casey had to like it. She threw herself down in the parking lot, took her shoes off and threw them across the pavement. Corey stayed calm, looked at Casey told her to pick her shoes up and get in the car. Casey wasn’t trying to hear that crap. She looked at Corey and yelled at her, “No. I don’t want to go home. I don’t want to get my shoes. I want to stay and play.” Corey snatched her up by one arm and drug her to the car. That just pissed Casey off even more. She is LIVID at this point. Corey sets her in the car seat and buckles her in. Casey doesn’t want to buckle in her car seat. Corey knows this because Casey told her, in her own sweet little way, “I don’t want to buckle in my car seat. I WANT my shoes on now. I don’t want to go home.” Corey doesn’t give in and walks around and gets in the car. When she gets around to the door, Baylie and Drew are yelling at Corey and Casey is still screaming. Corey turned around and saw that Casey’s fingers had gotten shut in the door. The problem is she was already so out of control, the inflexion in her cry never changed b/c it was already as loud as it could possibly be. Come to find out, the tips of her fingers just got pinched and she wasn’t hurt too bad. She’s lucky Corey was there and I wasn’t. She would have been asking to shut her fingers in the door after I got a hold of her. Later that week, we got a letter from Smokey Joe’s asking us not to come back because some of the other children had been traumatized by that “psychotic devil child”. Not really but I expect that letter any day now.