The Mother's Day Cake

This is the sentiment that my Dad chose to convey atop the camo style Mother's Day ice cream cake. If you can't read it, it says "Grambo, her mission is never over". This is a reference to Ryan's favorite scene in the first Rambo movie. If you watched Ryan's film clip you already know this, and if you didn't, than shame shame shame on you!!!

Manic Monday

Remember that song from the 80's, Manic Monday, by The Bangles. I sometimes sing that song to Ryan on Monday mornings to get him going, since he hates Mondays. Over the last few weeks we have worked on revising the words so that they fit his life. Here's what we have come up with:

Seven o'clock already
I was just in the middle of a dream
I was slammin Randy Orton
in a big Wrestlemania ring

But I can't be late
cause then I guess I won't pass first grade
these are the days
when you wish your bed was already made

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
cause that's my fun day
my I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday

Have to ride my bike today,
got to get to school by eight
and if I had an airplane
I still think I might be late

Cause it take me so long
just to figure out what I'm gonna wear
then I have to brush my teeth
and try to get a brush through my hair

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
cause that's my fun day
my I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday

Of all of the nights, why did my brother
have to pick last night to get loud
doesn't it matter that I have to get my sleep
or I will be a grouch

Mom yells up
in her meanest voice
Knock it off, boys,
and stop making noise

It's just another manic Monday
I wish it was Sunday
cause that's my fun day
my I don't have to run day
It's just another manic Monday

Happenings

Actually, nothing much has been happening around here, which is why I haven't posted in a while. But here is a quick update:

Last Sunday was Mother's Day, and we spent the day with our Mothers. Novel idea, I know. We ate lunch at Scott's parents, and dinner with my parents. My Dad ordered quite an original Mother's Day ice cream cake, which I was supposed to post a picture of on the blog. But I can't locate my camera, I think I may have left it at his house. I won't try to describe it, I'll wait until I can put words with picture. Let's just say that in typical Separ fashion, there were no pink flowers and sappy sentiment.

On the Saturday before Mother's day, Ryan spent the night at my parents house, and the story goes that he did not sleep at all. He and his cousin, Trace, spent the entire night watching WWE videos. He lost Trace to sleep sometime in the wee hours of the morning, but Ryan insists he did not sleep at all. I suspect there may have been some dozing that he is unaware of, but since I have been dealing with a sleep deprived monster all week, there was not much. That is some quality child care!!! But the price was right, so really, what can you do!

Sam was forced by his father to participate in a karate tournament that Saturday. You'll notice that I have not posted a picture of him with trophies and ribbons, and this has nothing to do with the missing camera. I suspect the tournament became something of a battle of the wills between father and son. The father saying "you WILL participate in this tournament" and the son saying "Okay, but I WILL not try very hard." And he didn't.

This week begins our first experience with End of Grade testing (EOG's). I'm not too worried, as Sam has always been an excellent student, and performs quite well on standardized tests. Talk to me in two years when it is Ryan's turn, and it should be a different story. I always rather enjoyed standardized tests as a child, and think that Sam maybe inherited this abnormality.

Now I would like to share a story that my sister, Staci, shared with me this week. I have been giggling ever since. Last week, Staci sent her husband, Donnie, to pick up Trace and a neighbor boy from school. Apparently not wanting to go through the car pool line or walk up to retrieve the boys, Don thought the teacher should just let the boys come to him. The teacher did not allow this, and somewhere in the course of events, Donnie stated to the boys that they should go to school the next day and tell this teacher to "pull her head out of her ass" and well, they did. Actually it was the kid next door that relayed the message. I guess he was raised in a "respectful" household and didn't quite get it, and was simply relaying the message as asked. Well, the following day Staci got an earful from the teacher on respect, language, etc.. Can anyone say "white-trash"?

So that is how we have been Livin Lockwood for the past week!

Ryan's movie

As most of you are aware, Ryan has had a fascination with Rambo for most of the past year. Well, he bought himself a little video camera with his birthday money, and has been filming scenes to make his own version of Rambo. It has taken me about a month, but I have finally figure out how to edit enough of the video to make a sort of trailer for his little movie. Just in time for him to loose interest in Rambo (see previous post). Anyway, please click on the Ryan Rocks link in the sidebar to view his movie trailer. And he always loves comments!

Babe Ryan

My little Ryan has this way about him wherein he develops an interest in a subject, and than said interest becomes all consuming. Ryan's interests have made me an expert in the areas of Superman and The Justice League, the Titanic, and much to my dismay, WWE Wrestling. His latest discovery is Babe Ruth and the New York Yankees (much to his Mets fan grandfather's dismay). This started out simple enough. We watched the movie The Sandlot, and it went from there. Here is a picture of Ryan in his new Yankees shirt that my Aunt sent him.

Thanks Aunt Ginny!!

Anyway, he and I have been reading an autobiography of Babe, and finding out all kinds of neat information. Now, understand that Ryan has absolutely no interest in going out and joining a team. He's not much of a joiner, says he just plays "sandlot ball". He has been playing and practicing a lot, but only for the purpose of creating scenes in the imaginary world in which he spends so much of his time. He did, however, tell me the other night, upon being told it was bedtime, that he wanted to be like the Babe and "stay up all night and run the streets". I was happy to report to him that although he did not come from a long line of baseball greats, he did have certain family members that were world champs in the art of staying up all night and running the streets!