Fights, Tee Ball, and Doggy Love

I absolutely don't know why this is so funny...but Daniel got in a fight at school. DANIEL!! He is so laid back, calm, and funny that it just doesn't fit. Kandace told me he said this about the fight: "Mama, a little boy named J...... hit me and so I hit him back." He also said he did not get in as much trouble because the other boy started it. I truly do not mean to make light of it, but this is just too funny!!

This is the same child that two weekends ago got upset at me for not taking his side in something. He marched across the arbor and propped up on a post. When no one said anything, he peeked around, and then he decided to move. He slung himself over to the basketball goal and stood face first against it. After a few moments, he said, "Does anybody see me poutin' over hear?" Actually it sounded more like, "Doeth anybody thee me poutin' ova heah?" I just love to hear him talk :))

Dylan started tee ball this past week, and he must love it. I haven't seen him play yet, but he talks about it all the time and practices here and at home. I can't wait to see him play!

Today has been an absolutely beautiful day! The girls took headed off to the beach, and I sewed, cleaned up the den of stitches, and organized some things while Robbie ran the weed eater ( I can't bring myself to say weedeated...ugh!!!!) , cleaned up his truck, and played with the lawn mower.

All this while Boozer, Casey and Travis's dog, entertained romantic illusions in a loud and boisterous voice.

You must remember that Boozer is a Great Dane. And I mean a GREAT Dane. He's huge. My dog, Chiclet, is about six inches tall and weighs about six pounds. And yet Booz is in LOVE. Lord, how he serenades her!! It is pathetic, though, to see him lose his dignity. She hid underneath my truck; he flattened himself on his belly, threw all four legs out to the side, turned his head over and wiggled underneath--only to have her snap at his nose. She climbed up on the porch; he strained at the end of his chain, put his head underneath the step banister, and HOWLED. I told him he really should have more pride, but so far he is not listening to me.

So awhile ago I walked out to the den of stitches to get the computer...and there he was, standing over Chiclet, off his collar, off his chain. Still no luck. Collar or not, chain or not, he is still over three feet tall and she is still six inches tall. Oh, well. He can dream, I guess. In the meantime, she is sleeping in the utility room.