Congrats!

The BuzzBook cover is a BIG deal in this house. Every year DD enters but this is the first time she won. And a doozy of an entry it was. She drew the wolf in pastels, then scanned it into the computer and added the text digitally. It was a lot of effort but it paid off with $50 in cash and the honor of being sent home with several hundred middle school children on the cover of their phone directory. Great job Catherine!

Oh yes you are

That's my boy out there pitching his very first baseball. His Fall Ball team started this weekend, and with it came the opportunity to throw a baseball as fast as you can and as hard as you can and not wallop another kid in the head.

This is our first year of Fall Ball, so we didn't really know what to expect. Last season was pretty stressful and the team played to win, and win we did. That translated into William never on first base, never the catcher, and sweet Jesus no way ever the pitcher. I think every pitcher on the team last season had a personal coach, a perfect game, and a shoulder wrapped in ice after each game. Maybe a steroid shot. It was THAT kind of serious season.

It caught me by surprise then when the Fall Ball coach mentioned to his assistant half way through the game that he'd run out of pitchers with experience and who could he put in. Who could he put in? Was this the moment? Suddenly I went into full-on mommy mode. I sided over to the dugout and told William to tell the coach you want to learn how to pitch. And since William pretty much does what mommy says, my little automaton, I mean son, did just that.

Good boy.

Another inning goes by and I see a dad call William over and start to teach him how to throw the ball. This dad is the dad of a great pitcher. He knew what to tell him to do and how to stand etc. Wonderful! Maybe he'll get to play some time.

Sometime turned into the next inning.

William: I...I don't think I'm quite ready to pitch yet.

Dad helper: Oh yes you are.

And so began William's journey as a baseball pitcher for one, glorious inning. Was he great? Heck no. Did he strike anyone out? Not by a mile. But he threw that ball over the plate, he didn't hit anyone in the head with it, and a couple of kids actually could hit the balls he threw. Success!!

William later recounted that the inning seemed a whole lot longer when you were the pitcher. And he overheard two boys on his team comment that William wasn't really very good (to which my boy turned around and said in his very William way: you realize this is my first time EVER pitching?).

My boy was over the moon and he got a Slurpie to boot.

Congrats Anne!

Your Yoplait prize pack is on its way from My Blogspark. Thanks for offering to set out the collection box at the community college.

So we have...no winner!

Sigh!

Will try again by posting to my Facebook profile.

New deadline, Friday, September 9th.

A giveaway--with a catch

It's been ages (ages!) since I'd heard from My BlogSpark about any sort of giveaways or promotions. I kind of thought they had gone the way of coupon deals these days....

This one is a different kind of giveaway to me, because it isn't just about the cute little tote bag or the notepad or the key ring or the pen, it's about helping to raise money to support breast cancer research. The program is called Save Lids to Save Lives, probably something you are all already familiar with. For every lid you collect, Yoplait donates 10 cents.

My BlogSpark is asking me to find someone who is interested in collecting Yoplait lids and mailing them in to help raise money. In other words, it's not about the minor swag MyBlogSpark is providing, it's about taking the time and making a commitment to put the little box together to collect the Yoplait lids in your office or school. It's not hard to do, but I don't want to give away something to someone who isn't going to do it, know what I mean?

What you get:

• The satisfaction of knowing you've made a difference
• A pink tote bag
• A key ring with pink ribbon
• A pink ribbon pen
• Two free Yoplait single cup coupons to get you started

So here is the only requirement for the giveaway:

1. You promise to make every effort to collect as many Yoplait lids in the little box (provided) and mail it in to the company (envelope provided)

That's it.

Put a comment in the comment box if you are interested and I will draw one name on Monday, September 5th at 7pm  CST.

New deadline Friday, September 9th.

You MUST leave me a way to contact you (email). I will submit your name to MyBlogSpark along with your home mailing address (no PO boxes) and they will send your prize pack to you.

Thank you strange video algebra man

I'd like to bake this man brownies right now:

 

For all of you with mathy kids, feel the pain of my terribly Liberal Artsy child who was in tears last night over the first chapter of Honors Geometry homework. The book was no help. I tried Khan Academy and could not even find this covered (I admit not really knowing HOW to find it there).  Stumbled on this guy's video and all was wonderful in the world. I hope to find a video for every chapter. This is going to be a looong year. Once she gets it, she gets it. But getting it can take a while. I think it does not help that one of her idiosyncrasies is that she cannot tell time on an analog clock. Sigh.

Postcards from Paris

I like to think of this post as how to go to Paris with my crazy family and avoid the hassels of air travel, being trapped in a toilet, the Euro/dollar exchange rate, the risk of dying from eating hazelnuts that are everywhere and in everything, and oh, jetlag.


Enjoy!

Pre-departure popcorn. What is up with my kid?

Our little street in the 7th

Built in 1899, around the same time all the plumbing was updated

Our teeny little Parisian kitchen

Original tile floors

Two blocks away
At night, it twinkles:

Me, getting all artsy, with the Eiffel Tower. We only looked this day as there were about  million people in line.

Shopping at Picard, the frozen food only store. This is all I could find that didn't have nuts.

One of many million metro trips

My no flash so they're all blurry shot of the kids and the Mona Lisa.

About now we're looking for a bathroom.

Raining, and glad we aren't out in it.

Braided waiting for yet another toilet

William rocking his statue pose. He announced he'd never seen so many pee pees and boobies in one place.

Um William, that one there's about to get you....

She was not amused.

About now William's feet fell off from walking

Let's take the train to Versaille.

A special note to McDonalds: this system is neither easy nor fast.

Two bathroom trips later and we finally reach Versailles.

He built this place.

It was Les Grands Eaux (fountains) day, complete with music and water and 8 million people.

Catherine knew all about this one.

Sometimes what she knows scares the crap out of me.

This is the lady that turns on the fountains at Neptune's Basin.

There you go. William wanted to know where the special effects were. I reminded him we weren't exactly at Disney World.

After Versaille we went to dinner. This is where our car caught on fire. Weeee! I don't have any car on fire photos because I was sort of fleeing.

We obviously survived. Now the gratuitous let's win the orthodontist's summer distance travelled award!

Squished in a boat.

You can pretend all you want you're at the beach, but the water is more dangerous than sharks.

We went. It was closed.

The Feast of the Assumption parade began.

Lots of people.



More ice cream.



A Wallace fountain, originally created to give Parisians more drinking water. But don't drink from this one. Please

Catherine quite liked this place. It gave me claustrophobia.



I love all the old doors.



Finally we got to the top of the Eiffel Tower.

Someone could use some ChemLawn.

Daddy wanted to visit the Paris sewers. There's no one here but us.  I wonder why.

Are those rats?

He had a great time. I thought I was being slowly poisoned by methane gas.

A poop sloop.

How the hell do we get out of here?

Yes that's toilet paper. God yes it stank!

Sea of Poo. I kid you not.

Fresher air at the Museum of Natural History.

Welcome small children!

And strange man.

This entire place was built around the turn of the 19th century. Everything, everywhere, is old old old.

Back to Versaille to see the grounds with 800 friends.

Uh oh, someone needs new windows. I know a place were I can hook them up with some Marvins....



Can you sense my sheer and utter exhaustion? And what is is with my kid and naked people?

We should do this with the yard.



Or this.

Run Catherine to see the Trianon palaces and Marie Antoinettes house. I'll collapse here on a bench.

What? Another metro?

Run free children!

Daddy not understanding the no flash = blurry photos rule

Yup, here too

ok just stop now

Army Museum.

Guns

more guns

Do you spot a trend?

Metro jazz hands.

She seemed so much bigger on TV.

Museum of Arts and Trades. Everything you've ever wanted to know about how stuff works.

And since there was no one here but us, obviously Rick Steeves hasn't told the world yet it exists.

John's got the camera again. Can you tell?

He loves him some telephones.



We've finally found the toilet. Celebration!