I am in the middle of a longer post about soccer camp, which we began on Monday, but it’s slow going because I’m slow going (and without any childcare this week). So for now, I’ll leave you with a picture.
It poured today. Em didn’t care. He loved it. And at some point during the rainstorm he put this outfit together.
My little boy has some issues following orders and rules of any kind, but he’s actually a pretty damn good little soccer player! The coach took me aside this morning and told me he’s really quite good at dribbling, uses both feet to kick the ball, and isn’t afraid of getting in the way of it or falling down. But he needs to start following directions. He’s still 4 weeks shy of three, so I’m hoping we have some time to work on this. ;]
Anyway, more on that later! Hopefully with a video.
Murray loves corn (video). And I know it’s bad for him so we don’t let him have it anymore. But he tries. Oh boy does he ever try. Yesterday we were all sitting around eating some corn on the cob when I was accosted. Can you make out the blurry paw? Yeah, that’s him smacking my corn. Freak.
I have the most excellent news, I’m going to The Institute of Culinary Education to become a pastry chef! I start in July. I’m completely and totally excited about this. This has been a dream of mine for as far back as I can remember. And it just so happens we’re financially stable enough right now that I can do it. Plus, they offer classes that work with my busy mom schedule.
I’m currently consumed by what’s going on in the Gulf and at a loss for ways to help. I’m writing this today to ask you for help. If you know how to help the victims of the Gulf oil spill—both animal and human—please post links or let me know what your thoughts are. This is colossally bad and I’m not sure that we fully understand the extent of its damage.
Here’s the skinny: I’m going through some stuff I don’t know how to write about—not yet. All I know is that lately whenever I sit down to write, I write about everything but the stuff. So I end up feeling disingenuous.
Today I “Deactivated” my Facebook account. I wanted to delete it but apparently that’s not really an option over there. So, yeah. Deactivated. Let me begin by stating that I am by no means someone who holds back when it comes to sharing personal information on the Web. (How old is this website?) But I do like having control over it to some degree and I definitely don’t want that guy seeing what sites I visit. The more I read about Facebook’s evolving privacy policies, the more it puts me off. (See this article or this one. Hell, there are hundreds of them out there. Pick one.)
Murray enjoys sleeping on top of the cable box because it’s warm. And while I realize that he’s probably going to eventually burn the thing out, I just don’t have the heart half the time to disturb him. I mean, check this out?
I revisited the failed angel food cake from last week and had great success with it. It turns out, the many things I had done wrong were indeed to blame. If you follow the directions, it turns out pretty amazing if I must say so myself.
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