The "Finnster, et al."

This year we decided to sign the boys up for Fall Little League.  It wasn't something that we had really given any thought to when the boys were at HCA - mostly because HCA didn't have a baseball team.  During our tour of DA we learned that the boys could play for their school beginning in 5th grade.  In our minds we could see the scenario play out:  Fifth grade would roll around and Finn would tell us that he REALLY wants to play baseball for DA.  Knowing Finn as we do, we realize that his coordination level is not conducive to him making the team without at least a few years of practice.  This being the case we made him play little league this year in preparation for the conversation that we will undoubtedly have in two (2) years.  We put Sam in too because we thought that Sam would really enjoy it.  Finn's first practice was three weeks ago (the first day of school). He has practiced three to four times a week since.  I was told when we signed up that there would

Well the boys are officially "Bears" now.  They are enrolled in Davidson Academy and went for their first day of school on Thursday, August 9th.  Finn didn't want to put his DA shirt on for fear that he would be a traitor to HCA.  My heart broke a little bit for him, but explained that once he put it on for the first time the hardest part would be over. They both managed to put on their DA shirts without being struck by lightening. They looked pretty sharp.  Their new shirts are dry-fit, so they wear nicely. Here they are at the lower school building.  There are two campuses at DA - one for K3-6th and the other for 7th-12th.  We made them pose for a picture before we went in - they thought it was pretty lame.  When we got to the front door we were greeted by a red carpet, Mrs. Baldwin (the lower school principal) and the headmaster. Finn and Sam shook their hands and then they got their picture taken for their lunchroom badge. Next we went to Finn's room.

On July 7th we packed up the van made the long trip to Panama City.  We packed plenty of books, movies, and toys to keep Will occupied for the eight (8) hour trip. Ten (10) minutes in Will was bored and begging for toys.  Michael required that we wait until an hour before we turned on a movie, so I handed Will a superhero action figure.  Seeing Will's action figure, Sam pulls out an action figure of his own.  Seeing Sam's action figure, Will loses his mind and starts screaming "MY TURN."  This lasted until Sam broke down and handed Will the toy.  Then Sam proceeds to get another toy.  Will, seeing Sam's new toy screams "MY TURN."  This went on all day.  The phrase "my turn" was the theme of the day. It was lovely. About three hours into our trip we hit a pretty big traffic jam.  Since we were moving at approximately 5 MPH, I decided to hop in the back with the boys.  It was terribly uncomfortable. Earlier in the week we decided that w