I'm back...

Back by popular demand...

I have had many requests to continue my blog, so here I am. It has been four years. Four years!! I now have a middle school-er and a 4th grader! Craziness! And, before you ask, no, I'm not getting old, I'm still 29. :-)So much has happened in the past four years. I won't even attempt to catch you up. So, I will attempt to let you in to my wonderful and eventful life again. 

Brendan, who is now just 3 weeks away from turning 10, (double digits, yikes!) has became the all american boy. He eats, sleeps and breathes baseball. We had our first experience with having to purchase a: ahem *cough* cup. We went shopping for the ever feared sports cup this past spring. Okay, first of all, for any moms out there that ever have to take your son shopping for this accessory, I feel for you. However, there is no shame from any member of The Pearson's, therefore we had no issues in that department. In fact, we had quite the experience...there is apparently two sizes for youth baseball. The sizes ranging from small to medium. Welllllll, I know my not so shy child, the same child who flails his "man parts" around on a daily basis. Seriously though, when I say "flails" I do mean running throughout the house naked and stopping occasionally to swing his manliness from front to back or side to side. (BOYS!!!)
So, knowing the size he needs, we won't embarrass him here, I mean he is still my SMALL child. ;-) We purchase his accessory. (If I call it an accessory it makes me think we have been shopping for shiny beautiful things)We get it into the car and we do not even make it out of the parking lot of Wal-Mart and my not so timid son says look at my package. I cringe and turn around to see him posing like a rock star with this bulge in his pants. I am thinking there is no way he is wearing that in public. He however is loving it. He then starts knocking on it in beat with the song playing on the radio. True Story. 

The first game rolls around and Brendan is too excited to wear his "accessory". He puts it on followed by his uniform and then we head to the game. He is warming up and suddenly as I am getting cozy on the lovely splinter filled bleachers he runs up to me and hands me his "accessory". I grab it and realize it is sweaty and gross. He informs me that it is not as cool as he thought because it feels like he has a rock in his baseball pants. I then proceed to tell him to go put it in his baseball bag and he declines and runs back onto the field with his team. Sooooo...I then take the "accessory" and place it in my purse, yes, my prized possession, my pink Coach bag. *Sigh* The things we do for our kids, ya know the usual, like carrying around a dirty sweaty "accessory" in our favorite purse. 

Moral of the story, my child may think he is all ready to be an official big boy, but in this mamma's eyes, he is still the "SMALL" boy who holds my heart. Even if he is sweaty and gross. :-)