What happened to the Blogging Mom?



Goodness me!  My last post was on January 5th, and it was simply a recipe. That just stinks! I was doing so good before that, but OH WELL!  The activities of my busy life have caught up with me.  First there was Christmas, which means that the whole family is home for Christmas break. (Remember, I am married to a teacher) Then we were back in school for 4 days when my granddad passed away. This was a sad time, but he lived a FULL life, just shy of 95 years. Next, we had a snow storm here in GA.  It was unlike any other we have ever had since a cold front came in right after the snow. This kept the snow on the ground for over a week and caused school to be out for an entire 5 days.  Of course, being home for 5 days you would think I would be able to blog just once at least, but nope!  The whole family was home again, and of course I had to do my share of sledding! One more thing.... we are in the heart of basketball season, which means my two older kids are playing and Ashley, my hubby, is coaching his high school team.  This makes very little time during the evenings for things such as blogging. So, now that everyone is back in school and I am home alone during nap times, you just might see an increase in my blog postings.



Madison and Gibson enjoying the snow.



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Did you catch anything? ~ Mom Blog ~

Yesterday I picked Gibson up from school like I do most afternoons.  We were making our normal trek home, when out of the corner of my eye I kept seeing this flicking motion. I glanced his way and could see that it was his hand, and he was sort of throwing it forward in a quick jerk and then pulling it back in. Our conversation went something like this:

"What is that," I asked.

"What do you mean," he responded. 

"That thing you are doing with your hand. You keep throwing it forward."

"You mean this," he asked. (He showed me what he was doing)

"Yes! Why on earth do you keep throwing your hand forward?"

<<<< are you ready for his answer>>>>

"I'm FISHING," he exclaimed.

"You are what?"

"F*I*S*H*I*N*G,"  he said again, "How else are you supposed to catch fish?"

And then my laughing started.  I got absolutely so tickled at how funny he looked throwing his hand forward for no apparent reason, and then to find out he was  actually casting a fishing line and reeling it back in.

Before you think he is a totally wacko kid, I must add to this story that he had his ipod in his hand, and was playing a fishing game. I simply didn't know it at the time.

Now that I am thinking about it, I forgot to ask him if he caught anything.

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Fall Flashback ~ Mom Blog ~





It's Fall Flashback! 
This picture of Madison and Gibson was taken just 4 years ago, but they look so young to me.
It's just a fact I have to face... they are growing up.
They also look like they are getting along and actually like each other.
Can't say that happens too often now a days.
~Parents of teenagers know what I'm talking about~



Fall Baseball has Ended ~ Mom Blog ~

Fall Baseball has ended.  It was a great season. I am proud to say the Rays finished in second place.  

Way to go Gibson! 

RipStik gets "Ripped" ~www.TheBloggingMom.com~

The whole family was in the car headed out to a nice dinner. Everyone was happy. Things were good. Unfortunately, the tone quickly changed. Poor Phillips' family, right? :-) We heard the dreaded CrUnCh beneath the wheels. My initial reaction was, "What the crap was that",  bad thought I know  but reality set in within about a half second, which led to my accusatory question directed to Gibson,  with no tone in my voice, of course  "You left your Ripstik in the driveway, didn't you?"  Followed by my husband using only the word, "SON!"

But then the tone took yet another turn. I turned around to face my 'son' and my heart sank.  He knew the answer was yes. He opened the door to the van, got out, and brought back this:

I can not tell you how many close calls we have had with this RipStik. This is just one of the many items left in the drive ready to be run over. In this case, I had actually given a reminder about ten minutes prior to the crunching sound.

Part of me felt like I had given many warnings, therefore he needed to suffer the consequences of not having a Ripstik. With the lesson learned being: PUT YOUR THINGS AWAY! The other part of me wanted to go out and buy a new one right away. 

Why did I feel so terrible about this situation when he should have known better?

#1, He wasn't the one driving the car that ran the thing over hubby, not me.
#2 Gibson paid for this Ripstik with his own money.

They are not cheap I might add, costing approximately $70. Unfortunately, the teaching hard lesson learned mother had to step in and overcome my temptation to just go replace it. Afterall, he rides it all the time. So, the compromise was that we would pay for the items to try and fix the Ripstik since it had a very clean break.

Fix a Ripstick? I know, absolutely crazy idea.  LOL... Have you seen that commercial where the guy bungee jumps using Krazy Glue to hold the parts together? Well, if that worked, why wouldn't it hold a Ripstick! Seemed like it was worth a shot. Krazy Glue = $3, New Ripstik = $70  I am here to tell you... It did NOT work.  oh well. It made for good TV. 

Long story short, Gibson actually has the money to buy a new one if he chooses.  He could buy 3 if he wanted to.  The kid never spends his money. I have even borrowed money from him when I was short on cash.  and yes, I pay him back  I figured if he didn't want to spend his own money  to replace it then I shouldn't feel so badly about the situation and not replacing it.  

I might also add that he handled this situation with such maturity. I pointed this out to him several times.  He took full responsibility, which left me feeling very proud of him.  He is such a good kid!  a good kid with no Ripstik

A sweet big brother!

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