Mustang Football

Myers house is focused on football. Lots of football. 7 days a week football. Games. Practices. High school games. Chiefs games. Patriots games. Get the picture? The Myers men are particularly enjoying this season. The lone Myers woman is getting used to it.

A couple weeks ago Jackson won our local punt, pass and kick competition. So we've been practicing. Remember how Lucy pulled the ball away from Charlie Brown every single time. I understand Lucy a lot better these days. Making Jackson's accomplishments even more noteworthy. He's a lineman. Those are not lineman skills. He never touches the ball - except in the case of a fumble when things have went very wrong.

The Mustangs have done very well this season. The team is having fun. (Mustang photos courtesy of team photographer Rhonda Upman)

The Mustangs have quite a fan club. Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Debbie, Lauren & Erin. Friends that we've known since the boys were toothless kindergartners. Erin doesn't know about seventy seven, she just knows that her Jackson is the one with the two 7's on his back.

Then most Friday nights we watch high school football. Last night John helped compile stats. They called out numbers and Bill wrote them all down then went home and entered them into a spread sheet which is reported to coaches sometime after midnight. It's all a big deal this football.

a hauntingly good project

Lauren and Erin hung out with me the other night. We did all sorts of fun things. Including making this hauntingly fun craft project. First we painted our feet (in the bathroom with a tub of bubbles waiting for obvious reasons)

Then you make scary footprints on black construction paper. Add a drop of black paint for the eyes and presto instant keepsake.

I did this with Jackson when he was in preschool and we still have those sweet little ghost feet in his keepsake box.

Fore

Jackson has taken a new hobby, and true to it's nature he's hooked. The past few weekends he's been learning to golf. It started innocently enough with a few rounds of miniature golf. Then it progressed to the driving range. Last weekend we played a fun little 'Par 3' course.

The boys have really gotten the hang of it.

Me? I get to move and hold the flag. And keep the score. And laugh when someones very wayward shot nearly whacks Jackson in the head. Then we heard this very soft 'sorry' from some where far away. And laughed even harder.