If you've got it....

 After our lunch of slurpees and donuts for the boys, a DC and croissant for me it was time for a dance party. 

 I was issued a challenge, "Mom, be our DJ," and the songs started to play. 

After the last request had been played I said, "Okay, what do you want to listen to now?" 

In unison, without any coordination of their efforts, my boys both looked at me and shouted, "Mom, we want to bust a move!" 

 Yes my boys. If you want it, you got it.

In a nutshell....

Once again, our days in instagram.

Haircuts and gang signs

A couple of trips to the toy aisle at Target

New photos on the photo wall

Croissants for dinner with grandpa

Starting but not yet finishing a crafty project. Maybe tomorrow?

Friday night basketball - he started varsity and played an excellent defensive game.

Field trip to look at stuffed animals with Grandma Connie

Practicing blowing out candles for his birthday next week.

Notes to self:

Note to Self 1:  Nutella, when kept in the garage during the winter gets cold.  It gets so cold that when you bring it in the house to prepare breakfast for little munchkins it is frozen solid.  From now on, keep Nutella in the house at 74 degrees.

Note to Self 2:  When deciding to microwave nutella because it is frozen, make sure to take all the foil seal off of the top of the plastic container.  ALL THE FOIL SEAL.  Otherwise, you'll miss a little smidgy widgy edge and your microwave will send off sparks!  And those sparks are not because it's happy to see you.

Note to Self 3:  A chicken mcnugget kids meal including apple slices is only 29 grams of carbs.  That is perfectly acceptable in your renewed carb conscious counting diabetic "diet".  When you are allowed 60 carbs per meal, 29 fits in quite nicely and gets you a decent french fry fix.

Also, nugget (or is it nuggett?  or nugett?) is hard to spell.

Note to Self 4:  When you have a hard time sleeping at night, a quick nap during the day seems like a really good idea.  But, that 45 minute indulgence will delay  your ability to sleep at night by over two hours.  2 hours of tossing and turning when you are already getting to bed an hour or so later than normal is not worth the nap.

Note to self 5:  Candy thermometers lie!

In a nutshell

It's so nice to be able to use Instagram to sum up my life in such a pretty package.

1.  Family night at Kohl's

2.  Valentine themed art projects that promptly got thrown away.

3.  Back to singing and dancing class.

4.  Digging for dinosaur bones in the January sun.

5.  Trip to the zoo where we heard an elephant trumpet (first time ever in person), watched the tigers pace and the giraffes eat Christmas trees.

6.  New craft crap for the front door.

7.  Grew borax crystals!  Awesome and we'll be doing it again and again.

8.  Saw some slushy snow downtown

17 years ago....

Editors Note:
My sister left a snarky comment telling me that all my facts in this blog post are wrong.  So what!  My brother is 17 and regardless of what grade I was in, or thought I was in, the story was just something that my mom and I were reminiscing about at the ball game.  I will leave it as is.

*****

I was a senior in high school, halfway through my senior year.

Basketball season was in full swing.

We had just celebrated Christmas and the arrival of my new baby brother.

The shock of a little, cuddly, crying person had probably worn off a bit and we were in full swing stare mode.  You know the sort - when you lay the new baby on mom and dad's water bed (oh, that water bed!) and kneel around the edge of the bed and just stare at him and his soft peach fuzzy body in awe and wonderment.

And so it was, that there was a new baby boy and a daughter who was a senior in high school (and a really nice sister who was a sophomore and on the basketball team, too).  and it was probably the first basketball game after the Christmas break.

That baby brother was barely a few weeks old, if that.

Because my mother is devoted to her children and because she loves basketball and because at that time in her life (like all others) she was a bit of a work-a-holic and unstoppable she of course came to the basketball games....with that tiny baby.

That evening of basketball was the very first basketball my brother ever watched.  Well, ever screamed through because I don't really remember him being at my games as a wee one, except that I have a vision in my memory of my mom standing in the nooks and crannies of bleachers bouncing a screaming baby.

Back then he didn't like basketball.

Oh what a difference 17 years will make.

Last night I watched him play basketball (rough JV game but perfect Varsity game) in the first gym he ever went into in his life.

And I was there with my kiddos to watch him.