Yes,  football equipment.

The boys are playing football this fall, and we had to go have them officially weighed and pick up their equipment tonight.

Mark took some pictures of them, the jersey was his from high school.

When I first looked at them I laughed right at loud and said something to Mark about Joe’s picture being funny.  Then I realized that it was actually Will.  Once they are all suited up, I’ll only be able to tell htem apart by the green sticker on Will’s helmet.

I’m pretty sure they are too little for this.  But I suspect I’ll think that even when they are grown up and wanting to do crazy things.

The shoulder pads they have on are actually ours — well, Mark had a set from when he was little and one of the boys got a set for Christmas one year.  We weren’t able to get the official ones tonight:  they had run out of their size.  But — that means that the sets they do get will be brand-new!  The jerseys they wear for the games will only be given to them right before a game, and taken away (to be washed by a team “mom,” — or Dad I suppose…) directly after the game.

Helmets — check

Pants — check

Pads — check

Mouthguard and chinstrap — check and check

Mom’s sanity — ummm……..

I’m not sure they really realize what it is going to be like to be hit on the football field.  I’m wondering how long their excitement will be sustained once it makes contact with another player…..

Quilt content

In between trips to the pool, numerous phone calls trying to straighten out an issue with a shipment (why couldn’t it be easy?  why??),  and various other adventures of the week) I have been doing a fair amount of sewing this week. I’d go take a picture, but it’s all the way on the other side of the house, and the light isn’t very good, and….yes, I’m lazy right now.  Maybe tomorrow.

Response to some comments

Vicki asked about the neat garage.  As my Mom (her name is Mary Ann, by the way) stated, my husband is VERY neat and VERY organized.  Poor man.  He’s married to me (some day I’ll have to blog about the sermon the pastor gave at our wedding:  it was titled “The Odd Couple.”  I was mortified).   The amazing thing about the garage is that it is Mark’s workshop right now, too.  It is extremely neat, but it is also PACKED with his tools and stuff.  I don’t mean packed like he’s a packrat and it is full of junk.  And darn it, he knows exactly where everything is out there.

Ronda wondered about my height:  I think it is either 5’10″or 5’11”.  It’s funny, I don’t really THINK of myself as tall, even though I KNOW  I am tall.  It’s a body image thing I guess.  Mark is 6’4″.  Our boys have feet like puppy dogs.  They are 8 years old and the next shoe size for them will be the smallest men’s size — they will soon outgrow the “youth” styles, and of course — the “youth” pricing….anybody want to donate to the Earley Boy Shoe Fund?

Well, it’s getting on toward my bedtime and I still have a few things to do, so good night for now!

Suzanne