Ninja Moves

It's been a long day. Packing stinks. My back hurts.

So when Ben whipped me in the arm with his goggles while demonstrating his ninja moves a little too close, I felt a very loud "Ouch!" was not only acceptable, but downright necessary.

So, in the end, thank you, Ben. Not only for the goggle-shaped welt on my arm, but for the much-needed excuse to yell loudly in my backyard for all to hear. I feel better now (despite the big welt, of course...)

Commando

Jack started a new trend in our house out of his dislike of wearing underwear. Now that he insists on "going commando," as he tells anyone who will listen, his big brothers think that sounds pretty good. They're suddenly questioning the need for underwear ever. It's quite the debate in our house and I admit, I can't think of many reasons they need to get one more article of clothing dirty every day. I support this movement from a laundry standpoint!

Except maybe with Mitchell. He has very little bottom to hold his pants up so now, instead of showing his underwear all the time, he's showing crack.

Today his buddy said to him, "Mitchell! Why don't you ever wear underwear?!" Mitchell gave him a super chill look and said, "Dude, I'm going commando. Don't you know? It's so much more comfy!"

His buddy got it. Commando is spreading.