Just Monday

I'm posting just because I feel obligated to. I have nothing of interest going on, nothing you'd think was interesting, trust me.
I'll just post about my medium boy. He's pretty exciting actually. As per usual, we had baseball over the weekend. A tournament. Two full days full of baseball. All baseball, all the time. He's in a bit of a slump right now at the plate but he made some spectacular catches in the outfield. Oddly, he loves playing left field. I always thought hot shot baseball players wanted to be infield, you know where the action is but some kids really like those long high balls. So left field is his comfort zone. *I* prefer him at third base but my opinion about where he should play matters about as much to Larry and Ian as my opinion about her fashion choices matter to Hillary Clinton.
I'm currently feeling under the gun to finish my guest post post over at Leslie's blog.
I'm so honored that she accepted my offer to guest post at This Is Motherhood. I'm completely preoccupied with putting together something semi sort of interesting about Motherhood. Once I get started I know something will spring forth but that blank white sheet is pretty intimidating. If you've never had a chance to check out Leslie's blog, please do so. She has some exciting and funny stuff going on.
This morning I had an opportunity to tour the new addition to Braden's school. The addition which will make it possible for Braden to continue to be a student there through third grade. I keep hoping another addition will go up soon for 4th 5th and 6th grade. It wouldn't bother me to keep writing that monthly check through at least 8th grade. You can't put a price on a good, no make that GREAT education and I am reminded daily of what a stellar education Braden is getting. For instance, on Saturday he wanted me to know that tootsie pops have candy in the middle. You know Mom, that cylinder shaped candy. I think that would be tootsie rolls? Cylinder shaped. Amazing.
For updates on my health and weight loss, check out Shrinking Bubble.
What are you doing for Easter? We're going to dinner with my parent's and Larry's Dad and sister. I actually bought a dress. I haven't worn a dress in 10 years. Even on my wedding day I wore capris. Losing thirty pounds does crazy things to people. We won't have Ian with us for Easter. He has to go to his Dad's house since for some knucklehead reason his Dad decided spring break would be a good time to schedule knee surgery which will oddly be SO invasive that he won't be able to see his son the entire break so Easter will be the last time he can see him until summer. Believe me when I type that I am exercising extreme self control not to voice my feelings about this situation. I promised Ian, upon his request, not to post anything negative about his Dad because his Dad and his Dad's wife reads my blog and they feel the need to tell Ian that everything I write about them is a lie. Even though the truth is evident in the state of our lives. No matter, I'll stick to the facts as promised. (but come on? who schedules knee surgery during spring break when you know you're supposed to spend it with your adoring son?) Rant over.