If I lived in Neverland...

I wouldn't even mind being called a pirate, since that's the only kind of grown-ups that are allowed in Neverland. 

I wouldn't have to send my kids back and forth.  We could follow the leader through the woods, and splash in Mermaid Lagoon, and explore the caves, looking for buried treasure.

All.  The.  Time.  Without interruption.

I would have a truly excellent tan...without any worry of skin cancer, because who get melanomas in Neverland?  Nobody, that's who.  Along those same lines, I would be totally, perfectly fit...because, again, who's imperfect in Neverland?

I'd have my very own Tinkerbell at my disposal, just in case I wanted to fly around and sparkle more than I already do...

N and I watched Peter Pan today, in case you hadn't picked up on that.  It was one of his favorites when he was little, third in a list that includes both Finding Nemo and Robin Hood.  His stepmom dropped him off without warning before 9 am, which was a little bizarre, but, lucky for him (and for me), I heard him knock.

We piled on the couch, curled up with some blankets, and went off to Neverland.  I love Peter Pan.  In fact, my dad IS the Pan.  Hook is another one of my favorites.  I've been known to yell, "Bangarang!" when excited on occasion.  Hook is the reason why I still refer to birthdays as "berfdays," and that's a special memory I have with my cousins, Clif & Colton.

We used to watch Hook and True Lies en route to Garner every single summer...until we got within 15 minutes of Garner, and then we'd start chanting "42" in hopes that we'd score our favorite campsite each year.  Those are the memories that transport me to my very own Neverland.  I swear, at Garner, time just kind of stops.  It's a magical place.

Know what else is magical?  This second round of squats.  I'm starting to add variations to my reps each day, simply for something else to do.  It doesn't take long to breeze through them when they're 50 or less.  I did them (most days) last week while N was eating his breakfast before school.  At this rate, my bottom half will be ready for summer in no time.  It's the top half I should probably focus on a little more seriously.

Since B comes home tomorrow, N is kind of excited...looking forward to being able to play with his brother.  I predict that this will last approximately one day.  I think, for sure, by Thursday, N will be saying he hates life and wishes B would go elsewhere, and B will be saying he wishes he was an only child.  Then they'll both ask me for a puppy and a backyard, and  B will tack on a request for a stepdad, however, I think that will probably be mentioned prior to Thursday.

We all have a fairly busy week this week.  I'm hoping to get them outside to throw and practice for their upcoming tryouts of sorts.  I'm also hoping both my dad and sister will be able to be a part of at least some portion of our weekend.  That's right, I'm hoping my dad will make his first trip back to Dallas this weekend since he moved nearly 2 years ago.  I really want him to come visit.  We always go to see him, and I love going down to Houston...but I'd love for him to come see us in our environment, too, where the boys have their own space with their own stuff to entertain themselves.

But right now, all I want to do is sleep.  And dream of Neverland.

Things seem like they would be much easier there...

Aubs