How Do You Spend Your Friday Nights?

This is how I spend mine.....

The kids and I pile in the car and head down to the High School. I put Soph in the Bjorn, we load up on hot dogs, hamburgers and chips and head to the bleachers. I appreciate the food at the game. I have no range in my kitchen right now, and cereal and sandwiches are getting old.

We spend the first fifteen minutes or so trying to attract his attention. I try and sit us in the same general area each time so he can find us easier.

In the second quarter Tyler asked Lindsay to Homecoming over the intercom. She said yes in the third quarter. High school kids are fun. Really, I have learned quite a bit about them in the past four weeks. Such as-they are all really touchy feely to each other. They all hug when ever they see one another, in such a way you would believe they hadn't seen each other in ages. Then they proceed to talk about the English class they have together. Most of them have cell phones. They talk to or text the person one row over constantly. They like to rotate where they sit every two or three minutes. And if a mom with kids such as myself asks them to stop using bad language in front of little kids, they comply quickly and seem a bit embarrassed.

These girls are Bella's favorite part of the game. She really wants to do this one day. I told her it's expensive, start saving. She really wants to have a box with her name on it she can stand on, it's hard to see in the picture, but all the girls are standing on big black boxes with their names. And more than anything else she wants some pom poms. The moms of the cheerleaders and dance or drill team ( I can't tell) all get to wear things that identify them as "cheer mom" or "pionette mom". Usually if you sit by them you will have more room after half time when they take off.


Jack is always very absorbed in the game. He is my own personal commentator. He recaps all plays to me and laments that his dad gets to be on the tower and have a much better view. He is counting the days until he is suited up and out on the field. I am the worst mom in the world for not letting him bring his football and go out during half time to play.

This one likes to be outside, but gee it's tiring. She usually naps for 45 minutes in the middle of the game. And I usually have to nurse her at the game, which I figure is educational for all the teenagers I am surrounded by. Actually they barely seem to notice-thank heaven. They are all way too absorbed in other things.

I must interject a brief bit of advice to teenage boys. First a bit of wisdom from Cher Horowitz:

"So okay, I don't want to be a traitor to my generation and all but I don't get how guys dress today. I mean, come on, it looks like they just fell out of bed and put on some baggy pants and take their greasy hair - ew - and cover it up with a backwards cap and like, we're expected to swoon? I don't think so."

I haven't seen too many baggy pants, but I have seen too many tight tight tight pants with little skinny ankles on boys. Please, please stop. Also to the boy that came in a wrestling singlet, please no. The one in the footie jammies, those were way too small for you. And my overall advice would be look in the mirror before you leave. Just pause, just for a minute and make sure this is the message you want presented about yourself. I actually like all the school spirit stuff they wear and adorn themselves with. I would wear purple and black striped tights all the time if I could get away with it. I love the purple hair, purple shoes, and purple necklaces. It all makes me nostalgic for our purple car. If we couldn't be blue (La Grande High and BYU) at least we get to be purple.

Sadly they lost tonight, making their record 2-2. It was close tonight and we held on to hope until the last few seconds. If anyone is keeping track, Bella's soccer team is 5-0.