Bathroom Confessions & Football Gear

As you can tell from my myster photos from yesterday, we went to Academy a few days ago.

We had to buy my older son, Donny, who's eleven, some football gear. It was surprisingly challenging. Especially since I never bought football gear before. Ever. I really don't know anything about it.

The boys had fun trying on helmets. Turns out, you need a helmet that hurts, just a little, and one that won't move when you shake your head and you can't fit a finger between it and your forehead. Did you know that? They also have pads inside the helmet. Cheeks pads and such.

Remy really wanted a helmet.

But they're expensive, y'all.

They cost from around $70 to $170.

So, we only got one for Donny. I mean, sheesh.

And, oh my gosh, there was this one kid trying on helmets, and he got a helmet STUCK on his head. STUCK. It took a dad and two store employees to pry it off. It was not a pretty sight.

Then, I had to go potty.

When you're in a stall, you should look at the ceiling.

You wanna know why?

Because once I was in a fancy hotel or restaurant bathroom with my mom, and she told me to look at the ceiling. I did, and my mouth dropped open. The ceiling was mirrored. We could see in EVERY stall. No privacy. And it was a nice establishment!!

So, now I look at bathroom ceilings. Paranoia, I guess.

While I was sitting on the toilet, I decided to take a picture of my foot.

Doesn't everyone take photos of their feet on the potty?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Just me?

See, I told you I painted my toes blue.

They match my newish flip-flops.

Those pink ankle beads were a gift in a Pinkalicious swap I participated in online.

You should sign up for those when you see them.

They're fun.

I wonder what my bathroom stallmates thought I was taking pictures of?

hehe

Then, after I washed my hands...

what, you doubt I washed my hands?

I did.

I think.

Anyway, I decided to take a picture of myself, in the bathroom mirror.

You do that too, right?

I wanted to catalog my new hair style.

Am I too old to wear braided pigtails?

Wait, don't answer that.

When I came out of the bathroom, I found Remy playing with Donny's shoulder pads.

Remy wanted some sooooo bad.

But, they were like $50, and I wasn't about to buy him some if he didn't NEED them.

Donny needed them.

Here are the football cleats we found for $30. Quite a deal, I think.

Although, seriously, all these cleats, whether for football, soccer or baseball,

they all looks pretty similar to me.

It's a racket, I tell you, a money racket, a conspiracy to separate me from my money.

And, oh, those other shoes in the picture, Donny got those at Payless for $11.

He loves them, and keeps telling everyone he got them for $11.

I'm trying to teach him to keep his mouth shut.

I mean, not EVERYONE needs to know we bought them for $11.

Did you know they sell slot machines at Academy?

My boys wanted to buy these.

How fun would that be?

They also sell these. Go-carts.

My boys also wanted them.

NO, we did not buy one.

When we got home, Donny put his near gear on.

Doesn't he look tough?

I can't believe my baby's going to be playing football.

My first born.

My little Donny-bear.