

Of course, we missed our Eldest Chicklet, but she was busy ringing in the new football season as as college freshman!


"Daddy and Tripp are related."
"They both poot."
Well, then...
That's what I need to do.
It has been a crazy several weeks - with no posts!
We had Hell Week at school - CRCT, our annual Crawfish Boil, and changing the schedules/planning for centers for 180 kids - all of fifth grade.
Not to mention, kids and life in general!
WHEW!
Middle Chicklet is thankfully finished with track. That takes one thing off my plate.
Although he didn't place in any events, he improved his time in all his events every time he ran.
Pretty impressive!
Eldest Chicklet....
Well, we have prom this Saturday and then 4 weeks until graduation.
Her graduating really hasn't sunk in yet.
I think when it does, I may have a meltdown.
Baby Chicklet is her normal sassy self.
She's MOSTLY a good sport about having to be drug around to everyone's activities.
It's tough to be the baby. :)
She is preparing for her ballet recital that is coming up in a couple of weeks.
But she's informed me that she does not want to do any more dance.
She wants to CHEER!
(Tear, cry)
I thought I was officially finished with cheerleading!!
And Pumpkin...
He's been in Toronto, Charleston and Chicago in the last 3 weeks.
Life in the Fast Lane.
Gotta love it!
CRCT
Criterion-Referenced Competency Test
Hell Week for teachers AND students!
We preach to our kids at school to get a good night's sleep and eat a GOOD breakfast.
Last night I took Middle Chicklet to the store to get breakfast food as all we have is Pop-Tarts, Chocolate Chip Waffles, Chocolate Muffin Tops.
You get the picture.
While there, I picked up some candy for my school kids as a reward for testing.
I was reading the Nutrition Facts to see about how many pieces were in each bag so I would have enough.
I picked up a bag and said, "Nope! This only has 50 in it."
MC - "How do you know that?"
I showed him how to take the number per serving and multiply that by the number of servings.
MC - "WOW!!! Now I know how to ready my candy bags to make sure I don't get ripped off!:
MC - "THANKS, Mom! That was a valuable life lesson."
Umm.....welcome.....
Yesterday on the way home after picking Middle Chicklet up from track practice.
MC - "Mom, I think I have type 2 diabetes."
Me - "WHAT?! Why would you think that?"
MC - "We are studying about it in Health (why, I'm not exactly sure, but ok). I have 4 out of the 5 symptoms."
Me - "Honey, you just had your physical. You don't have diabetes."
MC - "Listen. One symptom is extreme thirst. I'm thirsty all the time. Don't you see how many Dr. Peppers I drink a day?" (Really? Dr. Peppers?!)
Me - "Drinking Dr. Pepper won't help with your thirst. It makes you more thirsty. The concern would be if you were drinking gallons of water and couldn't quench your thirst."
MC - "You aren't listening. Next symptom. Frequent urination. I peed like 4 times today."
Me - "It's 5:30. You've been up since 6:30 am. I would hope you've gone 4 times today."
MC - "Mom, this is serious. Why aren't you listening? OK. Maybe this one will get your attention. Rapid weight loss."
Me - "You don't gain weight because you are your father's kid, and you have a high metabolism (damn you!). You aren't LOSING weight. Son, you JUST had a phyical (didn't I already say this??) The doctor would have caught this.
MC - (PISSED now) "You and the doctor don't know anything! My health teacher (Yes, son, the one who completed SO much medical training!!!) said I really needed to discuss it with you. Fine. What about THIS one?! Extreme fatigue."
Me - "Let's see. Could that possibly be from staying up until all hours playing XBox Live?"
MC - "I knew you wouldn't believe me. You never believe me. I guess I'll just die from diabetes."
Does anyone wonder why I drink?
Chillin' on the tree house ride - checking to see how far they will
And how she spent most of the day - hands in the air!! She ain't afraid of no rides!
"You must not be from around here."
Middle Chicklet has issues. Seriously.
I'm going to blame it on the evil BOY influence of middle chicklet.
She loves to poot. Really. Loves. To. Poot. She thinks it's hysterical.
She goes out of her way t0 poot ON her Daddy. Seriously.
But, according to her, it NEVER smells bad.
The other day, she wiped a nasty trail of SNOT on my car window. No lie.
This morning, she hocked a loogie into a piece of paper and proceeded to ask me to LOOK AT IT!
HELLO?!? I'm SO not looking at the loogie. I drew the line when...

I took a picture of the SNOT TRAIL!
Lines MUST be drawn somewhere.

What? Who is that she saw?
None other the unsuspecting middle chicklet. If she wowed him with her charm and showered him with the potent magic of baby chicklet hugs, he would never know the torture fun she had in store for him.

In fact, her hero was pleased she had chosen him of all the fair suckers boys in the land.
He prepared himself for the journey.
Then jumped on and enjoyed the ride.
Much too soon, the tale drew to a conclusion.
But not without a final adieu by our hero.
The valiant, the brave, the macho - Middle Chicklet
THE END.
Baseball!!!
(But WHO gotta a Salt and Peppa flash back?!?!)
This is the 2nd year for middle chicklet to play travel baseball. If you don't know about travel baseball, it is CRAZY! They play 65-70 games a season. It's pretty intense.
Within the travel league, there are 3 different levels - AA, AAA & Majors. AA is the lowest level with Majors being the highest.
Last year, Middle Chicklet was on AAA team and, talent wise, was about the middle of the team. We had a FANTASTIC team. The kids played very well together and won 3 out of the 4 main tournaments we were in. BUT - one of the coaches was an ass so we felt it necessary to move MC to another team.
On this new team, MC is one of the top two kids. It's a new team, with about 1/2 of them playing All-stars last year (so no experience with travel) and the other 1/2 coming from various travel teams. As is the case with any new organization, they have to work (play) together for a while before they start playing as a whole. In virtually every case, these type of teams are classified as AA teams. It just gives them time to learn how to play together.
This weekend's tournament was a DISASTER. Our AA team was put up against three different Majors teams. Our last game today was 18-0. The game was called with the mercy rule after a GRAND SLAM put us over the 15 run limit.
MC has enough behavior issues that, truthfully, I don't CARE if we win or lose. I just want him to have fun and have a GOOD ATTITUDE. But this weekend, aaahhhh, was awful.
They played terrible. They really did.
BUT.....
They were put up against boys who were corn fed and had serious meat on their bones.
They were put up against boys who have played together since being weaned from their mother's teats. (Perhap that is a bit of an exaggeration, but you get my point!)
They were put up against boys whose dad's words of encouragement were "It's about time you hit one hard!"
They were put up against boys whose mommas might climb the fence to "whoop their ass" (direct quote, people) if they didn't hit that ball!!!
Basically, the pressure was on....and they cracked. They overthrew balls. They dropped simple pop ups. They swung at pitches that were three feet over their heads. Simply, they were overwhelmed. But who wouldn't be.
It was hard to watch. But I'm sure it was harder to play.
So, I'm sorry, MC, for announcing to the blog world that your team sucked.
Maybe I'll let you borrow my tweezers.
"Middle Chicklet's baseball team REALLY sucks."
No, they REALY do!!
First game - Loss - 16-6
Second game - Loss 16-3
It's painful so watch. So much so I'm blogging at the baseball game. Nobody tell him.
Or he MIGHT want to use my tweezers for something else revolting.
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Please ignore the "My tummy, my tummy" and "My tummy hurts." cries and don't call DFACS to let them know that we refused to let the child get out of the tub to go POOP until we got video of her in Bubble Mountain.
But, darn, she's SO cute!!