The Boys

As usual, the post has nothing to do with Tate..but had to give an updated pic. He loves his blankets with satin trim and typically holds on to them. Here he is at Parker's wrestling meet (from which he will probably have permanent hearing loss) and then we went straight to Bryce's track meet. I can't speak for the baby, but I was completely exhausted by the end of the night!
Parker was checking in. He is wresting this season at 80 pounds...has already certified at that weight (meaning he had to be exactly that or under), so now he can weigh up to 83....he is normally 83.5 so it always fun to stress about that 0.5 while he eats little and runs before and after school. I know non-wrestling parents think it is crazy (I was once among you), but now it has become a way of life from January to March.
Parker getting ready for his match. The season is over, just the series of finals...so when you are out now, you are completely done for the year. He just went through regionals this past Saturday, has to face sectionals this Saturday...if he passes those matches, he will get to go to state. He made it this far last year...at sectionals, they take the top three in the weight class, Parker placed fourth...so he is hoping to do better this time around.
Bryce's high school wrestling is done and he has already started track. He has done some long jump, but that is not his strength. He does better at sprinting...lately he has done the 50 and 200 dashes.
The race was getting ready to begin. As I have mentioned before, that shirt is going in the trash when I get my hands on it. I think he hides it (and others like it) in his locker at school.
I think it is good to keep my children busy and engaged with sports, but it takes a toll when trying to be at everything!! We make it a point to be at the local meets but, with the baby this year, we have missed some of the out-of-town events.

I realize that most teenagers are mentally retarded in some way, and my boys are no exception. Sometimes I believe they are Beavis and Butthead, reincarnated. I sat in on one of their conversations last night and you must note that they are completely serious, there was no joking. Truthfully, I don't usually last this long because their retarded-ness renders me speechless.
Parker: man, I am not feeling good....I have a stuffy nose and a stomachache.
me: (Parker had just returned from a friend's party after his wrestling meet) you sound sick.
Parker: I am really sick, I wonder if Nick's family fed me something bad.
me: do they have any pets?
Parker: yes, two dogs and a cat.
me: obviously, you are allergic...probably to the cat.
Parker: but I have a stomachache, too
Bryce: did the cat bite you?
me and Parker: what?
Bryce: if the cat bit you, that would explain why you have a stomachache.
me and Parker: what?
Bryce: they (all cats) have some juice in their teeth and if they bite you, like on the wrist, the juice will go up your arm and into your stomach.
Me, silently: DOES THIS KID HAVE LEAD POISONING?! SOMETHING....ANYTHING... THAT WOULD EXPLAIN AWAY EYE CANDY'S (Mine and Dave's nickname for him) AIRHEAD-NESS?
Parker: juice in the teeth is venom and Nick does not have a pet snake.
Bryce: cats have it, too.
Parker: whatever. I wasn't bitten by the cat.

At this point, I did have to leave.