Since Bode thinks he's such a big shot and all, we decided to send him to OC's junoir basketball camp.

He has talked about Cage Camp no less then 6 gabillion times since February. Gabillion is my new word for "so much I wanted to gouge my eyeballs out with a toothpick." Feel free to use it anytime.

Bode is not one to embrace new situations, so he went to an earlier cage camp session to observe. Afterwards, he said he was just "medium nervous."
Check out "medium nervous" face:

However, being that he is God's gift to basketball, he had no choice but to get out there and show 'em how it's done. 

 Thankfully, the nervousness did not last long at all.
Only one time did he tell his coach, in the middle of a game (and I use the term game very loosely) that he wanted to go sit with his Mommy for a minute.

Side note: Bode may or may not have a little Mommy separation anxiety. I may or may not kinda, sorta, just a little tiny bit perpetuate it. I realize this makes the problem mine and not his, so don't waste your time pointing that out (Andy). 

He eventually realized that you aren't supposed to sit with your Mommy in the middle of a game and got the hang of things. And by that I mean he ran up and down the court following the big kid who always had the ball.  

I'm learning that in 5-year-old basketball the biggest kid rules the world. I'm also learning that I don't think my kid will be playing organized sports anytime soon - I don't know if I can stand it.

He did finally score 4 precious points. Which solidified, in his mind, that he rules the world.

If my opinion means anything at all, he certainly does.

While clearing out my phone I remembered that Mia had surgery and I made a pie.

I also read a fascinating article about the benefits of smoking 'shrooms, but there's no reason to dwell on that....

The pie, in my humble opinion, was as delicious as it was beautiful. This was the moment that I understood why people constantly post pictures of their food.

The surgery, on the other hand, was less than awesome. Mia was a champ and never complained once about not eating or drinking ALL DAY LONG. They didn't take her back for the surgery until almost 4:30 PM.

I might have snuck her about 22 tic-tacs, but still, she rocked the fast.

Recovery was another story. She was disoriented and hysterical. Unfortunately, it was too sad to be funny.

She is now tonsil and adenoid free. I tried to talk the doc into yanking out her appendix and gall bladder while they had her under. It would totally save us a couple of co-pays. 

He didn't think I was very funny. 

The joke is on him because I wasn't trying to be funny. I was dead serious.

VBS happened this week.  My husband successfully made an arse of himself in the plays, in case anyone was wondering. (I mean that as a compliment.)

We have a college kid staying with us right now who is supposed to leave for Australia today but can't find his passport.
Welcome to life with college kids.

Latest Reads

This post is so boring even I don't want to read it. I am now blogging out of guilt. I'm hoping it's just a phase.

Anyway....

I am throwing my MIL under the bus on this one because she gave it to me with a warning that is was a little bit "colorful."

It's more than a little bit colorful. But it's so good. It's not too freaky but just enough to hook ya.

My friend, Beth, sums it up nicely.

If you're looking for a bible study to teach you how to deal with your husband when he's being an idiot, this study is not for you.

This study had the nerve to suggest I was the one that was ungodly. I was offended. And humbled.

I love the Psalms and have wanted to do a more in depth study of David for a while now. This is a great look at his life in detail.

I realize this confession will seal my fate as never being Mother of the Year, but I can't read this book without immediately falling asleep. It works better than Ambien.

The Still Point of the Turning World is a true story about a family that finds out their infant son is dying of Tay-Sachs. I could live without the constant atheist agenda, but the story itself is interesting.

Her is my favorite read as of late. I've been fascinated with biographies and memoirs lately and this one does it for me. It's about losing an identical twin to a drug overdose. I couldn't put it down.

Camp Happened

Even though most of camp was spent in and out of storm and tornado survival mode, it was wonderful and Mia (and I) loved it. 

This year Mia refused to acknowledge my existence. I'm telling myself this is a normal, good thing.

Bode, on the other hand, went ballistic if I left his side for half a second. He lasted two hours before I called my Mom and Dad and begged them to save me. He went home with them and never looked back.

Hand jives are a requirement for camp. If you don't know the hand-jives and can't learn them in exactly one try, then its going to be a long, lonely week for you.

I happen to have the best job in the entire camp - I run the canteen. If you need me, I'm the one behind the counter shoving snack size snickers into my mouth.  It's a cushy job and I have no plans to give it up anytime soon.

There is nothing better than watching Dr. Jeff make a fool of himself doing camp songs.

As long as my kids live in Edmond and have their own Starbucks drink they will be required to spend at least one week every year in the country roughing at camp. Period.

What do brides, tornados, flash floods, and farms have in common?

A very memorable wedding, that's for sure.

Two of my favorite students of all time got married this weekend. (Why, yes, I do have favorites). Andy married them and the kids were in the bridal party so, obviously, I was obsessed with it. I mean, this probably should have been Abigail's day, being the bride and all, but let's be real, this was my moment to shine.

Things started off rocky the night before. They had to move the rehearsal to the church building and we spent the entire rehearsal dinner trying to pretend we didn't hear the tornado sirens blazing outside. 

Everyone had a nervous smile on their faces that said, "Of course we aren't all going to die while attending your rehearsal dinner. Don't be ridiculous!"
Deep down we all thought it was a distinct possibility.

And to make matters worse a monsoon started in the middle of the tornado warning and the ceiling of the dinner venue started leaking. Into people's laps.
Abigail was as calm as a cucumber. She was either blinded by love or just blind. Either way, she was graceful and adorable.

Thankfully, Henson and Abigail's wedding day was beautiful (Translation: thankfully my children looked beautiful on Henson and Abigail's wedding day).

Bode was nervous and kept shoving food into his mouth all day. We all have our coping mechanisms.

Getting married in a field comes with its challenges (like no power), but the pictures are so worth it.

 Case in point:

The beautiful bride:

 Bode wanted to know why brides wear dresses "with no top part." 

Bode stared straight ahead the entire time. He wasn't screwing this up for me.

Bode wanted to check out "the lake." Sadly, what we didn't know at that moment was that we would come home to our own lake in Bode's bedroom. I wish that was an exaggeration.

However, the wedding was a worth every flash flood warning and tornado siren. It was practically perfect in every way.

What's not practically perfect is ripping up brand new carpet in a house you've only lived in 8 months. I'll save that for a snarkier, more cynical post.