Y’all. If you haven’t read the comments on the last post, you should. There were quite a few that had me cracking up. I think The Wowie needs more guest posts from its hilarious readers (I’m looking at you, “white jeans” Dana). Seriously, thanks for all the blog lovin and funny stories. AND congratulations to Kasie for winning the giveaway. (SK randomly chose a winner so the rest of y’all be mad at him, not me.)
If my June iPhone dump was any indication, the month was spent playing/watching baseball and picking tomatoes. I’m talking lots of tomato pictures. Really exciting stuff.
Speaking of exciting, Wells got to throw out the opening pitch at a Mississippi Braves game. We didn’t tell him beforehand, in case the game was rained out, and because he told me he needs more surprises. And I quote, “Mom, it would be really cool if you picked us up from school one day and told us that we were headed to Legoland California.” I told him it would be a really cool surprise if, when I picked him up from school, he had his backpack, lunchbox AND his glasses.
Anyway, he was excited and did a great job. All the players signed the ball, and it is now his most prized possession.
Meanwhile, during the game, brother G poured water onto the unfortunate fans sitting underneath us. Mama was too busy watching the game (talking) to notice. I did notice when the ballpark manager and a member of the Pearl police department entered the suite searching for the perp. The look on his face gave him away immediately. That and the water dripping from the railing in front of him.
I said what any parent would say in such a delicate and embarrassing situation… “At least he didn’t pee over the side.” They should have cuffed us both and hauled us to the pokey.
The boys went to Twin Lakes last week. It was Wells’ third time and Graham’s debut. They were super fired up when I dropped them off the first morning…
And looked like they’d been beaten when I picked them up.
Wells was missing a shoe. Graham was wearing his friend’s shirt and crying because a kid called him “sassy boy.” Just so you know, never call a five year old sassy boy… it is highly offensive. Over the course of the week they lost two bottles of sunscreen, a can of bug spray, one New Balance, a pair of shorts, two pair of underwear and a beach towel. I’m happy to report that the shoe was recovered at the closing ceremony lost and found. Not so happy to say that it now smells like a lake full of farts.
While at camp, Graham had his first Coke. Or as he relived it for me…
He’s such a sassy boy.
I hope you have a fun and festive (and cop-free) Fourth of July.