Summer, days 18 and 19

I'm posting for yesterday and today, in anticipation of tomorrow's usual baseball-crazed evening. I've even already purchased a rotisserie chicken for quick meal possibilities, which is a vast improvement over previous weeks when I dug something out of the freezer or threw together sandwiches or whatever. I'll probably just get into a good groove and then baseball season will be over. If it's ever over. Greyson told me yesterday that we can't schedule any vacations after his regular season is done because of playoffs, and my response was "tough noogies". The van, my mom, the kids and I will be on our way north the end of July whether or not games are still being played. Heck, one of his coaches (and that coach's son) missed at least 4 games while they were on vacation a few weeks ago, and Greyson hasn't missed a game yet. I think by then we'll have fulfilled our commitment to all things baseball.

Hmmm, I had an entirely different theme for this post. How, exactly, did I get onto the baseball theme again?? Maybe my new goal should be to write an entire post and not mention that sport even once. I do like a challenge.

So what I was GOING to write about was Greyson coming home today from camp and telling me the following with much excitement in his voice: "Mom, I made a rocket today and shot it off!" (a pause) "And it flew really high!" (another pause, as he's walking into the living room after dropping all his stuff in a pile on the mudroom floor) "And it went over the street and hit a car right on the windshield and then it landed on the road and got run over by the car!" (by now he's standing in front of me holding said rocket) "So I named it Road Kill Rocket, and no one else's went that far or got run over!" So I responded with what was really the only logical response, "Wow, that must have been so cool!"

The proud boy and his rocket, post run-over and with a few shards of nose cone.