June 27, 2012

let's hear it for the boy!

note: tonight's Footloose-inspired post title was provided by none other than Bernie Savarese.
who knew?

i thoroughly loved last weekend.
on friday night, i went to see some of our Off The Lake alumni in the Imagine Productions version of Avenue Q.
it was a great night of catching up with old alum and seeing quality entertainment.

on saturday afternoon, we headed to anth's baseball game.
here, ben begged to play games on my phone and displayed his usual disinterest in anything actually related to baseball.
i slathered myself in SPF 50.
and lost my battle with the sun.
a new bottle of SPF 943 is in my future.
but, anth had an amazing game, and it's always amazing to see him be proud of himself.

that night, bern and i headed off to the Counting Crows concert.
we don't always love the same music.
(also? nothing says you have current taste in music quite like getting your tickets 1/2 price on Groupon...)
but we both love this band, and had a great night.
also: dear adam duritz, let's hang out.
you are on my "people i want to grab coffee and have interesting chats with" list.
along with several deceased authors.
a girl can dream.

sunday was a lazy day.
we played pop-o-matic trouble early in the day.
anth and i watched the Olympics diving trials (bless him for joining mommy in her love of the Olympics) and The Goblet of Fire as a part of our Anth & Mom 8-week Harry Potter Marathon.
to round out the day, all four of us played a game of Sorry.
aside from occasionally sticking his foot on the board and knocking over all of the pieces, ben is finally able to actually play a whole board game with us.
i love it.
for the last week, benny has regularly come in first on the games we have played.
anth has generally come in last.
you can guess how much he loves this.
last night, benny came in first.
bern came in second.
and, thank goodness, anth came in third.
i acknowledged that i had been beaten by all of the Savvy boys.
at which point anth jumped up, pointed at me, and declared, "that was payback for when you were younger!"
bern and i both had no idea what he meant.
anth clarified, "you know. for the three girls and one boy."
bernie laughed.
"are you talking about grandpa welch having three girls in the house?"
anth, "yes! this was revenge for grandpa having to be the only boy in the house!"

so, Pops.
your many years of living in a house full of estrogen have been avenged.
sorry you weren't here to enjoy it.

June 25, 2012

oh, chute...

yeah, i know the title leaves something do be desired. . .
i will change it and give naming rights to this post to someone with more brain power and a good suggestion.

this post is for Heather Casterline.
who facebooked me this morning to ask where My Savvy Boys was.
and reminded me that, in New Zealand, it is winter.
and folks end up spending their time doing things like looking for blog updates.
clearly, i am not holding up my end of the deal.
i am having a feeling that the year ahead might find me posting a whole heck of a lot less if the pace of life over the last month continues.
but, for my former Baker West resident, here you go.
another picture of benny.

recently, i walked into his classroom.
(unlike this morning, when i walked in with a package of cheese/peanut butter crackers, and realized approximately 1.2 seconds after i walked into the room that these were contraband due to allergies. i will allow you to pause for a moment to picture exactly how well ben took this information, and me pulling the crackers out of his death grip, and the scene that ensued. . .)

it was like that.

less recently, i walked into benny's classroom and saw that there was a fun new photo display on the walls. 
it included a large bulletin board covered in blue paper, with all of the kids parachuting across it. 
this, in and of itself, was entertaining. 
however, when i looked at it again about a week later, the kids had all contributed what they would say while parachuting. 
most of the kids were saying, "weeeeeee!!," or "hooray!!," or "ahhhhh!"
benjamin took a slightly more realistic stance on the potential outcome of parachuting via paper plate and string:

June 4, 2012

winning while losing...

those of you who have been keeping up with my boys via the blog over the last two years will know that anth has been focused on sending me off to the Biggest Loser Ranch on more than one occasion.

occasion one

occasion two

bless his heart.

bern and i have decided to try to be healthier during the month of June than we have been over the last few months.
when life gets busy, exercise goes away and the savarese menu, quite frankly, gets downright silly.
like the mature adults we are, we decided to have a contest in order to make this happen.
i was explaining this to anthony when we were planning dinner the other night, and i shared that i would really love to try to lose 5 pounds.

anth stopped what he was doing. 
he looked at me and, completely straight-faced, asked, "really, mom? 5 pounds? maybe 6?"
these are the moments we remind ourselves how much we love our offspring.

on that note, i'm off for an evening of italian fare with a former-student-turned-friend before he heads off to Chicago.
clearly, i am less competitive than i am hungry.