Off to another day. Keegan had football practice last night and got hurt. He was running the ball while they scrimaged the other team and he got sacked hard. Like thrown up in the air and landed on his back hard. He was down a few seconds, but did get up. He said his head hurt really bad and he was sore. Luckliy there was only 15 mins. of practice cause he was done for the night. This is the first time he has been hit hard, so I think on top of the pain he was shocked and got angry. So me, being the Cleaver mom that I am ( well kinda or kinda not, anyway..) I got his bath ready and put Epson salt in it and rolled up a towel for him to rest his head on so he could soak. He told me I was acting like Aunt Carole. I asked him if he wanted me to stop and he said no it's a good thing, so thanks Aunt Carole for setting the bar so high. LOL .. So Keegan went to bed and I kept checking on him and he was ok and fine this morning. Okay well then we have Clayton, oh wait he needs a whole paragragh to himself.


OK, so anyway, Clayton. He had a note in his backpack that today Thursday was wear red day, well out of all the clothes he has and out of the red ones I picked out, he hated them all. Did I mention that 2 of the shirts that are red that I laid out for him to choose from are brand new, tags attached and he don't like them. So princess, I mean prince Clayton went through his closet and his dresser and the only shirt he wanted to wear was.....are you ready for this.......??????????
a purple tie dye shirt. Now the reason he has a purple tie dye shirt is when him and lindsey were doing their shirts we had purple for lindsey and blue for Clay. He wanted to use purple and i told him no, use blue. So while I was not looking he put his whole shirt in the purple bucket, hence now he has a purple shirt. So I only let him where it to bed or the weekends that we are not going anywear. Now, don't think he was just having a bad morning because this is always a struggle. There only a few shirts he likes and he refuses to wear anything else. We are working on this, but it is not going well. So I tell him no purple shirt and he needs to choose from the red shirts on his bed, well of course he still does not like any of them so he gets this red shirt out of his dresser that he decides to wear. And you are probably thinkin, " why didn't you set that out for a choice" Well let me tell you, cause that is the same damn shirt I fought with him to wear the day before and he refused, but today I guess it was better than the other choices. This whole ordeal went on for about 20 mins. I was not happy, but Clay was all excited cause he had a red shirt to wear.....uuuugggghhhh!!!!!!!