So today was Bryce's first track meet- I have no idea why he wanted to do track but he did. So he was pole vaulting. It is interesting to watch- and a fatty like me could never make it up as high as he does, but he has a lot of work to do if he plans to support Jen and I with this career choice.
He did keep asking me if he looked "gay" in his track outfit? Now- what does he have against looking gay? I am so offended. He would be so lucky to be in our club- not to mention the new toaster oven Jen and I would get from our leaders for recruiting one still in High School. :)
Tomorrow the kids have a wrestling tournament- ALL DAY LONG. Last week Toby- who weighs 120.9 pounds was put in heavy weight and had to wrestle a kid that was 202- what is that about? I hate that. I have to help at the booths- sure do love that.
The pups are doing great- keeping our fingers crossed. They should be leaving soon.
Came home tonight from the movies and Bryce was setting off fireworks. I swear it is a brain fart that he is suffering with.
I just want him to be safe and happy.
We went to see Friday the 13th- ok stupid- not gory at all- and a waste of time- so don't bother.
A letter to Hannah's birthmom
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