Friday Movie Night: or Saturday morning

I have said it before and I'll say it again. Saturday mornings just aren't the same these days.

Cub scouts leads to mypyramid leads to...

So in an effort to help my son fulfill some of the requirements for his Wolf Cub trail (Cub Scouts), I prepared a Family Home Evening lesson on proper nutrition and exercise using MyPyramid.gov, which led me to the President's Challenge.

I've managed to do 30 minutes of exercise two days in a row (woohoo) and hopefully I'll keep at it. I'm not an exercise fan, and apparently I need virtual "gold stars", but if that's what it takes, then it's all good right? I even started a group and invited my family to participate, even though I know that they are all extremely busy (this is NOT a guilt trip, just something to force myself to exercise "just in case" one of my family joins the group and checks on my progress, really!)

If YOU would like to join my group, leave your email in the comments and I'll send you instructions on how to sign up. It's free to participate.

If you need to cool off

I know it's summer, especially where a lot of our family lives, but I saw this and thought I would share.

I don't know these guys but they seem to be having a lot of fun.

Pointless drivel, but what's a blog for...

I love:

that my youngest is going back to school,
that my oldest is going to Young Women camp (I'm jealous),
that my 8 year old boy's hair is coming back soft and fuzzy,
that my 7 year old met a new friend the other day.

I dislike:

that my current antivirus keeps popping up to tell me what it's blocking,
that my van decided to drop it's serpentine belt,
that I'm out of bread, again, and will have to make more later,
that the laundry never ends.

A thought by Red Skelton

As you watch the parade, grill the burgers and hot dogs, gaze at the fireworks, keep this in mind...

Friday Movie Night: Night of the Museum 2 and my son's version

So check out the "thinker" in this trailer, and then check out my 3 year old.

My Boys are Funny (looking)

You know a three year old is REALLY tired when the chair at the dining table becomes his bed.

My eight year old had been bugging us for a haircut for a while, and decided his aunt, who was visiting us, could join in the excitement. So first Dad buzzed...

and then his aunt buzzed...

and we figured that was all done. A perfect summer haircut for an active boy.

But he insisted on going one step further. "I want BALD!" he exclaimed.
I had misgivings but, he is a good kid, doesn't give me much trouble, and it's not like he's asking me to dye it green right? So I did it. And guess what? It's not that easy shaving someone's head. I avoid shaving my legs because of the time it takes but MAN! I'm not shaving anyone's head again.

I called him "Kojak" and then had to explain who Kojak was.

I called him "Grasshopper" but then didn't bother to explain who that was.

I think HE was thinking of this guy.

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