From the Cell Phone Treasure Box

I'm reminded every so often that my sporadic postings here are, we'll say, unsatisfactory and that when one starts a blog it's best for said author to go to the trouble to post on occasion. So to her, er, "those" I say, yeah yeah yeah, ok I get it! I hope this smattering of treasures from the cell phone treasure box in part makes up for this latest infraction of mine. And on a completely unrelated note, Happy Early Birthday An Jen Jen ;)

Just a sunny day at the park. This past weekend, getting some Vitamin D after too many cold and cloudy days. 

Henry can climb onto his rocking moose all on his own now and rock rather enthusiastically. We need to move the moose, lest he go through the glass like his Uncle Ted. 

The last day of school before the Christmas break. Pajama Day. I mean come on, is there anything better? 

The Tuesday before school let out I attempted to try to make up those times far too often I just can't come to everything at school. Gingerbread House Building Day: picked a good day! Baked the house pieces for 4 houses, brought them early (after 2 failed attempts), brought candy and helped the kids with construction. Of course a wicked migraine struck that morning, but the cute kid in yellow never knew, he just knew I was there. And that smile is all that matters. 

Somehow this kid knew there was a water main break near our house just by looking at our driveway, but it took the city a little over a week, 3 visits and 6 guys to come to the same conclusion.

When others are in church, we're still in our jammies at noon on Sundays. Not saying I'm proud of that, just stating observable fact. 

A Stitch In Time For Christmas

I'd like to say we've had a good run in the Browning home, and that it's been a while since I posted about a child's trip to the hospital. But since it's only been about 6 months since Matthew's broken wrist I can't really say that. 

This (pictured above) was what we were doing about an hour into Ben's company Christmas party. Can't say what other Hannah Solar employees were up to about now. Serving another drink, maybe tapping a foot to the band, another helping from the buffet perhaps. Not us. No we were at Children's Healthcare awaiting 5 fresh stitches courtesy of a table made out of a solar panel approximately 42 inches high and an overactive 6.75 year old cursed with his mother's attention to, well, most anything. 

The rest of Christmas Matthew commiserated his new wound with Okay the Tokay, his Elf on the Shelf, who the next morning was suddenly sporting a sympathetic band-aid over his left eye, too. 

Christmas Chorus Crazy

Organized Silliness Eradicating Exercise prior to Christmas Chorus performance at the Walker Lower School. Too postable to stay unposted. 

Bootscootin' Day

Another Walker Volunteer Day success story. This was supposed to be the day I helped with Math Rotations. That's what I signed up for, but the Good Lord clearly knew that was no place for me. So he sent torrential rain showers on the day Bootscootin' Day had been planned for and in his infinite wisdom had the school reschedule it for my Math day. 

Thanks, God. 

And what a fun day it was. A few days after Halloween and these cuties were clearly still in full on dress up mode with their head-to-toe Cowboy gear, and Matthew sporting his first pair of authentic cowboy boots. Cheap Target brand would not do for this Texan at heart. The kids were so cute and awfully proud of their homemade (or rather school-made) hobby horses. Matthew's was named Dalphin. Exactly, "like Dolphin. But with an a."

And there was more than just cute boots and hats. There were western games, of course. 

Rope Toss where they tried to rope a calf, I mean, desk chair. 

Horseshoes. 

And Bandana Squeeze Relay where they soaked a bandana in water and had to wring it out in the bucket down the way and race back to their pard'ner. But it was about 45 degrees on this chilly November morning, and Matthew didn't have much interest in getting cold and wet. Can't imagine why...

Me and my handsome cowboy.

Dear Lord, I'm sure you've noticed by now, I've signed up for Math Rotations Mom again on March 3. If plague hits The Walker School, I'm sure I'll know the reason why. 

Amen.