Morning, it's Sunday morning bout 7:45 and I have finished the coffee. I watched
"Dear John" this morning....what a good movie. I cryed of course. I'm gonna jump into the shower soon and get ready for church. Spencer played great yesterday, he is a great catcher. And oh so cute! They tied which is better than getting beat to heck last week. After the game, he decides he wants to do Cotillion. Both of my boys need some manners. We have NOTHING for him to wear. It is semi-formal. We don't do semi-formal. I was shocked of how so many moms were jumping to lend us clothing. In California, I don't believe anyone would have done that in fear of not getting their stuff back. Anyway, on our way home, Spencer said..."Dad, can you drive faster, My stomach hurts!" We made it home in time for him to run into the house and have explosive diarrea. Sorry to be so graghic, but it is true. Needless to say he didn't make it to Cotillion for the first night. We were all dehydrated because of the game. It was flippin hot at the game. I, we are so sick of this heat. If I start complaining of the cold weather...someone please remind me of the summer heat. Gonna wake up the boys, maybe more later.