Arizona's birthday was a few weeks ago, so the 4th grade put on a performance with songs depicting AZ. Hunter informed me that he wasn't going to be dressing up in anything that has to do with cowboys, indians or the like. I agreed that that would be lame.

To my surprise he had on a straw hat. I could tell by the look on his face it wasn't by his choosing. I had so much fun watching him do all the choreography. He was completely embarrassed and now I know why he wanted to be absent that day. Oh no! These are my favorite days; I love seeing my kids forced to sing on stage. Cant wait until its Wyatt's turn. He does the cutest, "trying not to smile face" and Savanna somehow adds dance moves into anything she sings.

Speaking of Wyatt, I was tucking him into his bed (for the 20 minutes he actually stays there) and he had a airsoft pistol laying right next to him. He said he likes to sleep with it; it makes him feel safe. So funny because it is broken with no bullets, and so sad that he gets scared.

I remember being scared at that age too. Except my mom wouldn't let me get into her bed. I had to suffer the night with 20 stuffed animals hogging my bed and sweating to death with the covers over my head. I did allow a small peep hole for air and to be on the look out for intruders.

One thing I do remember my parents doing is making my brothers get out of the car if they were being rude. I've tried this with Wyatt; sometimes it works but most of the time it backfires...yet i still keep hoping.

The other night he was being OCD about a bar of chocolate I wouldn't let him finish. We were driving and he would not stop talking about how mean I was and that I never let him do anything fun, ect... So I warned if he said one more word he was getting out of the car. So his one more word was, "word"..with a smart ass smile.

So I pulled over and said to get out of the car. He did and I drove off. Let me just say, it was in our neighborhood and not anywhere near a busy road. I had some of my friends kids in the car and they were in shock. One of the boys was like, "don't ever tell my parents you do this because they might do it to me." Hunter said, "mom, you know he doesn't even get scared when you do this anymore." I smiled and thought to myself, ' i know but I am running out of ideas.'

Couple of minutes later we pull up and Wyatt is running away. Now I can't get him in the car! Once he gets in, he informs me that someone in a gang drove by and said, "get in my car." This starts the whole discussion of the police and how I actually would get in trouble. I can never win!