Wedding Pics

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Those dear friends who are humoring me by visiting here today...please jump over to CTPhotoMemories to see the sneak peak of the wedding that AM and I did last Saturday.  She and I are on a plane and heading to D.C. today for wedding #2...

Would appreciate any constructive criticism or encouragement...pray for us tomorrow if we happen to pop into your head...we want to not only do a good job..no, an AWESOME job...but, we want to show Jesus in us too...it's a privilege to be there, to photograph their day and we want our presence to be something they smile about.

A Sweet Life

I mentioned on facebook today that it's a sweet life when I can buy a vacuum and a camera all in one week's time. 

That I put a vacuum cleaner on the same plane as a camera goes to show you just how my life has changed over the years...Let it be known that I was JUST as excited to get a vacuum cleaner, as I was purchasing this new camera...crazy, I know...but still...it's my season of life right now...it's where I'm at...

and it's a sweet life!

Although, my vacuum did have a 4 day advantage...so when my battery got charged for the cam...well, let's just say I put Peanut to work, while I "fiddled"!

I don't think she minded much...

and afterwards...we went outside to see how the baby birds were doing...they're almost full grown now...

Yep...I'm living a charmed life:)  Thank you Jesus for such incredible gifts!

I've been a little busy...aaachoooo

Ahhhh, this weather is gorgeous...I can't complain about the sun, the puffy clouds, the "warm enough air that we can actually wear shorts all day"...

However, our forecast of sunny with a chance of SNEEZING...let's just say that I'm trying to enjoy my planting and flower beds through the drizzle that is my nose!  Last month's pollen went away, as did the allergy craziness that broke into our pocket books with inhaler treatments, claritin and nasonex for the girls...but, the May pollen has attacked my sinuses with a vengence. 

But, never fear...Claritin and kleenex are on the way...and I WILL survive! 

Our garden is coming along nicely...I don't have a lot of pictures right now because my camera and I have been a bit busy...

Busy?

Yes...you see...my good friend AM and I decided that it would be fun to shoot a few weddings a year together...we love photography, we love hanging out together and heck, why not make a little money while we're at it to support our addiction to Starbucks and McDonalds Frappes...

And so, last Saturday (and this Saturday I might add) we had/have weddings...I can't show you all the pictures b/c I can't really blog about it until Friday...but, I can't NOT show you at least ONE picture with the vain hope that you will desire to come back on Friday and check out the CTPhotoMemories blog as well...

Here's just one...which, for a non-decision maker like me, was VERY difficult to choose...and so I cheated and put two on instead...so just don't tell and humor me and check out the other blog on Friday...deal?

In other exciting news...I'm heading to a store tomorrow to purchase this:

I've been saving up for a longggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg time for this and I'm quite nervous about it.  However, I have a feeling that after using it for about 3 seconds I will be utterly delighted and may not be able to drive home immediately without capturing a few shots with the employees, and maybe even a cash register or two...I'm SOOO into detail shots ya know...

That's what's going on so far...AM and I are heading to D.C. on Friday...leaving my man with all the girlies...I"m sure I'm going to miss out on some serious Dairy Queen runs...but, I will try to be content with my Starbucks aboard my flight and the conversation with a fellow indecisive, yet giddy photographer!!!

Happy Tuesday!

Coffee

I don't really like coffee. I know that I rave about Starbucks...but, let's just get real here...that ain't coffee...that's just some froo froo drink...and I LOVE them!...but anyway...

My parents always had some brewing every morning of my life growing up...and I like that welcoming smell of home...and caffeine permeating the air! 

However, the taste...well, the taste is somewhere between dirty dishwater and warm flat pop that's sat out in the sun and all the ice cubes have melted so it has that, 'not quite pop, not quite water' mix to it...

As you can probably tell, I'm not too fond of the "coffee" taste...

On the other side of the fence...for some reason, pop and/or hot chocolate in the morning puts me on such a sugar high that I can taste my own teeth!  And the fact is, I need me some caffeine in the morning...I just do...

I've got little ones depending on me...and I've got to have enough energy to update a facebook status and check a few emails while I'm at it...

it's all about priorities here...

Okay...so all this to say, I have attempted to begin the coffee adventure...I started out with a little International Coffee flavored drink...my fav:  swiss white chocolate mocha...it's just enough coffee to be coffee and a whole lotta white chocolate to disguise that fact. 

I've recently been turned onto the fact of some creamers...which meant that I had to break out the ole 4 cup Mr. Coffee that my mom got for me when I went to college...I'm not quite sure WHY she purchased this for me seeing as I never used it...seeing as I HATED coffee...but, I think she musta had some hope...

And so it now sits on my counter and every so often when I feel the necessity to stay up past midnight checking other people's facebook statuses and such, I pour myself a cup 'o joe and dump about 1/4 cup of creamer into it...and I'm ready to go.....

Along with this, I believe it gives me opportunity to use my many mugs...of which, my husband made me throw out about 1/2 of my collection...so now I have reason to keep some...THIS being my favorite...

reminds me of the olden days when I used to be OCD about all sorts of things, especially studying...which got me the mug in the first place...but, then again, I guess not much has changed...

except for the fact that I now drink coffee...

Counting Down the Days

We're on the countdown...

Only 12 more days for Sweetpea and 7 for Peanut...

of school, that is...

I'm ready to be done with yankin' them out of bed in the morning and nagging them to brush their teeth, get your shoes on, quit dilly-dallying, find your coat, where are you shoes?, get your backpack, did you get your homework, SERIOUSLY, WHERE are your shoes?...all before they have to be out the door for the bus...

Yesterday was the bright spot in the week...the day when the sun decided to show it's face and we took advantage of it...

I did a crazy thing and bought a frame...just for fun mind you...it wouldn't go with anything in my house, but I thought it'd be cute for some pictures...here are a few of my girls that I thought I'd share...

Go on over to CTPhotoMemories and see another cute on with a family...

Gone so long

I've been away again...at least it feels like it.  I"m having a hard time finding a groove...not that I have much rhythym or any dance steps persay, but rather an organized settleness to my life...I find myself completely spontaneous one moment and frustrated the next as the piles of laundry, dishes and bills pile up around my house. 

Perhaps everyone struggles with it, but I have really had a hard time lately...prioritizing and finding a balance...IS likes to explain it to me in that EVERYTHING becomes a BIG thing for me IN THE MOMENT...

case in point:  I realized recently that we really need storm door on our front door.  Whenever it rains, the water pours in under the door.  We mop it up with towels and all is well.  It doesn't happen ALL the time, but sometimes...and in those moments, I go nuts...I start researching storm doors all over home depot, lowes and any other door selling place...and then I rearrange my entire schedule for the next day in order to go and look at those doors...they've now become the IT thing to do...forget about the fact that I have library storytime with my youngest, forget about the fact that I haven't exercised in 2 days, forget about the fact that I need to make lunches...stop the presses people, Mamarazzi needs to figure out storm doors!!!

And then, I have the moment of realization that we can't BUY a storm door right now...it's not in the budget this month and it's really impractical at the moment.  At this point the depression sets in of, "Ugh, I wasted all that time worrying about that and researching...and I have nothing to show for it...blah blah blah"...

And THEN...I decide that I need a camera bag...and the cycle begins again...
Sooooo, that's where I've been this time...being consumed with another project until my head aches at 11pm at night because I've had too much coffee and soda to keep myself awake...and I wonder if I"m even making any sense at this point anyway...

I thought I'd share the pictures b/c that way I will feel like I did get something accomplished...and the fact that I need to show my mom what I did:)  I hope to find my groove soon and get over these temporary moments of OCD...

I recently found this picture in our small camera...evidently I was trying to show the two of us having to go outside in order to board our plane when returning from Grand Cayman...needless to say, when I saw this picture, I teared up...remembering the sun, the relaxing, the Cayman Lemonades...

and then I remembered the fish and I was okay again...

So, I've entered yet another phase of PROJECT MANIA...I've decided that I will not be able to find a camera bag that will suit my needs and my budget...which is pretty much impossible since, as many have stated before, "champagne taste with a beer budget"...

And so, I embark on another journey of design and creating my own bag and little camera strap to boot...

My work begins here by taking this simple and yet so frustratingly difficult to understand pattern because of my limited understanding of sewing 101. 

And then, much to IS's chagrin, I demolish one room in the house where I spread out everything...

Here's what I have so far...in case you were curious...not sure why I picked the colors that picked except to say that I was on the phone with my mom while in Joann's trying to make a decision and sometimes you just grab stuff and go with it!

I have to attach the bag strap and the stuffing and the pockets and, well...I"m not done yet...when I finish, I'll post more pictures of my "masterpiece"...have a happy day!

Saturday Survival

Hi!

We decided to start off this weekend with a lack of sleep, cranky children and enough chapstick to make Angelina Jolie's lips very happy!!!

Peanut has taken up with licking her lips...continuously...like, nonstop...as if the world is going to suddenly be without water and she must moisten ever two seconds in order to bypass this horrible oncoming of drought...thus, her lips and the surrounding area resemble the Joker from Batman...now, this doesn't seem to bother her any...nope, she has a hefty helping of self-confidence as you will see evidenced below...however, it can be painful to see the sores surrounding her mouth and so we've invested in Burt's Bees, Chapstick, Blistex, Aquaphor and all knowns of petroleum jellies known to man...I'll let you know how this works out...

In continuing news:

My Italian Stallion declared Friday morning that he was unable to move his neck or head in any direction except to hold it at an angle in which he appeared to be a mime trying to get out of his imaginary box.  I know how this feels and there's pretty much nothing you can do about except take mouthfuls of Ibuprofen, have a glass of wine and for my husband, perhaps a nice cigar, fresh from Grand Cayman, in the garage:) 

I think that this stawberry pie helped ease him out of the pain a little...along with the survival of another soccer weekend...

First the strawberries...we hit the jackpot this Saturday.  At least those were the words of the 3 other girls that live on our redneck property.  We've got the PVC pipe trellises, we've got the "marijuana looking" herbs still drying in our garage from last years parsley and basil pickings and we've got strawberry plants for "ground cover" in our "Flower bed"...and today, we hit the motherload! 

We quickly whipped up a pie and stuck it in the fridge...and then into the freezer...and then into the fridge...and back into the freezer...b/c someone doesn't seem to have enough patience to wait until the "Gel" cools enough before pouring it over the strawberries...but, I wouldn't know ANYTHING about that...

Next...let's talk soccer...because we know that although Italian Stallion feigns ignorance...he KNOWS he is adored by those little U8 and U6ers, as well as all their parents...and I'll add my little two cents, "he's a pretty great coach if I do say so myself"...The skills he teaches, the teamwork he initiates, the determination he develops and obviously, the HUMILITY he exemplifies...(see below) 

               After a quick pass by Peanut to a teammate in which said teammate shoots it straight

               into the goal...teammate says, "That was an awesome pass 'peanut'"...Peanut replies,

               "What pass?  I was trying to kick it into the goal and you got in the way!"

Both girls survived another weekend of soccer...Even having to wake at 7:30 on a Saturday morning which only confirms our self-sacrifice and love for the game...(well, that and the fact that I forgot to get Sweetpea's jersey in the dryer the night before AND that I got to drive a second car to the game so we could finish our chocolate chip pancakes)

Peanut, continuing with the development of that humility, wanted to discuss over dinner the fact that she made 4 goals...

"hey, did you know I got 4 goals today?"  "Can I have a hotdog?"  "Ya know, soccer is all about having fun, and that I got 4 goals today?"  "where's my napkin?"  "Oh, Sweetpea, you did a good job in your game but, ya know, I got 4 goals!"

Yeah, we may have some more "work" in that department!

We also have some more members added to the said Redneck Property...a cute little family of robins...although this is one Mama that pretty much HATES my hubby, which is a whole new experience for him, let me tell you...but, he figures she'll get over it...and so he stomped right up to the nest and took this picture...I complimented him on his use of the thirds principle...He said he was just glad he still had his eyeballs and that they weren't pecked out by the divebombing mommy...

And there you have it...a Saturday Survival!

Can I quote you on that?

Out of the mouth of babes frustrated mothers who can't seem to keep their houses clean, grocery shop, bathe children, plan meals, cook breakfast/lunch/dinner, do the laundry, be pleasant on the phone...let alone, have some quality time playing with the children!!!

I found myself saying the following to my newly 6 year old daughter this morning...this, after listening to Little House on the Prairie and recently discussing the "olden days"

ME:  "Sweetie...I don't ask you to milk the cows, feed the chickens, draw water from the well, sweep the kitchen floor, make breakfast, wash the dishes, start the laundry, scrub the toilets or vacuum all before 5:30 in the morning...so please quit complaining when I simply ask you to make your bed for heaven's sake!!"

a bit of silence and furrowed brow...

PEANUT:  "Mooooooooooomm, we don't own cows!"

I think she missed the point!!!

Six years swept by...

We celebrated Peanut's 6th birthday this weekend...on the coldest day of the year it seemed...sandwiched in between 2 lovely, sunny, blue skied days was the day in May that decided to stay in the mid 40s and blow like a hurricane...

Our "carnival" party was taken indoors...but, it didn't matter...she had a great time!

I'm an extrovert and am energized by people...but I'm also a people pleaser, which can cause a certain amount of stress when in the company of many people as well...our good friends, the Austins, were here to visit and Graig gave me some good advice right before the celebration...

I love how he and I are alike and my hubby and Sara are alike...it makes for fun time together as couples!  Anyhoo...knowing my tendancy to want to make everyone "have a great time"...he just reminded me that as long as Peanut had fun...no one else really mattered...

And so I concentrated on her and making sure that she enjoyed herself...

I can't believe 6 years have gone by already...I remember the morning I woke with labor pains...I remember the 2 days she went without a name because I couldn't decide what name she looked more like...I remember the exact moment the doctor came in to tell me that she had a hole in her heart and I how I completely lost it with memories from my sister...I remember how she was healed right up and how she brough so much laughter to our home...

I'm thankful for:

her giggle
the way she says, "ridiculous"
how she tries to act like her big sister
how she dotes on her baby sister
her daring spirit
her love of the color purple
her love affair with bandaids
how she plays with my hair when we read books together

She reminds me a lot of her daddy, which is probably why she and I get along so well...

Happy Birthday Peanut!

Humiliation Story #1

Yesterday...all my troubles seemed so far away...la la la la la la laaa la laa...oh I believe in yesterday...

Facebook has really had me thinking...reminiscing is more like it...all these ways to find your way back to the 70's and 80's and elementary school and friendship pins and having a crush a boy that sang silly lyrics to crazy songs...

Recently, I've found yet even more childhood friends through the wonders of facebook...I chose not to contact Laurie B. or Jeni P. (they used to pull my hair out and pinch me while in line for gym class...we'll just leave them in cyberspace) but, I did find Joey C. and Nikki K. I found out what Tim P. was up to and where Jody K. moved to...

It made me remember looking for four leaf clovers on the school corner...or swinging on "party lines" at recess...and then moving away in the 6th grade and making a whole new set of friends who sweetly nicknamed me "Cow"...(I will save that story for another day:)

While in this time of euphoric memories, I thought I'd share with you some stories...and we will begin with Humiliation Story#1, because I thought you'd enjoy a good laugh.

There are many stories that lead up to this one particular event that will forever be filed in my memory...for example, becoming a member of the chess club, the lunch clan that studied Calculus, and the aforementioned nickname "cow"...

I'm not sure how it happened, but I was nominated for Homecoming Court...not in line for the queen, mind you...my step-sister acquired that title and rightly so...but, for the life of me, I can't figure what possessed the student body to put me as Senior Rep that year...I was, for all intents and purposes, a nerd.  I fought tooth and nail for a 4.0 and spent my evenings in study groups or walking the blocks around my house with my best friend, Dan while we reviewed theorums and postulates...

Nevertheless, I came home that day dumbfounded and informed my mom that I supposed I'd be going to Homecoming now and I'd have to get a dress...I can show you the picture...I'm the one with lace up to my neck...did I mention that I had some issues with my appearance...let's just say that XL was the only size in my closet, which was abouuuuut 3 sizes too big for my frame...

I'm not saying that I didn't enjoy the attention...I'm a people pleaser remember and I like it when people like me...I felt liked:)

I come from a very small town...in fact, I graduated from the same high school as did my grandfather and my parents...my history, math, typing and govt. teachers were the same ones that taught my mom and dad...and with small towns come BIG parades...OHHHH the joys of the homecoming parades...people line the streets of our town, out come the coolers, the lawn chairs, the posterboard signs...they all watch in anticipation to see the pathetic amazing floats that the classes have all assembled...and behind each float comes the student body and their representative...

I, along with the other girls, had my large dress (seen above) with my little bouquet of flowers.  My Biology teacher dutifully drove the convertible on which I was perched.  My younger sisters had made me practice a silly wave before the procession...It was like a dream...the crowds cheering, my class ahead of me in the back of a pick up truck drivin' down the side streets of Small Town USA...

and then the car stalled...

My smile stayed plastered on my face as Mr. D diligently tried to get the car in motion...I watched as the pickup truck got further and further away...I heard the calls from the people in the lawn chairs on the side of the street, "better hurry up there...."  "You're laggin' behind girl!..."

I continued my wave...

Mr. D decided that the best course of action was to rev the engine as much as he could while he was in neutral...and rev he did...for it he received cheers and "woohoos" from the side lines...All the guys in the back of the pick up truck had their fists in the air cheering him on...willing him to catch up...

all the while, I sat, perched on the top of the back seat of the convertible in my lacey dress and little pump shoes nearly popping holes in the leather of the seats as I felt the vibration of the motor revving...

And then he threw it into Drive...

what happened next is really all a blur...I can only explain it as one of those postulates or theories from Physics...or just Newton's first law of motion...

the car took off and Mr. D was delighted that he could catch up with our class...what he didn't realize is that I had flown off the back of the car and landed in a heap in the middle of the road...

I remember thinking, "did I REALLY just fly off the back of the car in the middle of the parade?" and "Man, my behind hurts like crazy." 

The people in my town, do what all people do that come from a community like ours...you are family, you belong to everyone...and so there was a swooping, a swarm, if you will, of people coming to mother me, carry me, help me...and of course, all those fist raising guys from the pick up truck...they became my protectors to the end of the parade and pushed that car, all the while holding me in place while I resumed my perch, to the end of the procession.  I'm not quite sure when Mr. D realized what had happened...perhaps when all the boys jumped from the truck and came toward him at the speed of lightning...or maybe it was the collective *GASP* from the crowds...nevertheless...we made it to the finish line...

Dan, (my above mentioned best friend at the time) took me to the Homecoming dance either that night or the next??...he had the sore feet to prove it, as I had injured my tailbone quite significantly and just let him "carry" me while we danced the "court dance". 

There were a few that got the whole thing on tape, along with a few *choice* words...my family thought it was funny to watch it in slow motion...over and over and over and over again...they even sent it in to that wonderful show America's Funniest Home Videos...fortunately, it was NOT chosen to grace television screens world wide...and for that I am thankful, as I think I could only handle so much embarrassment...

Hope you enjoyed!

Lysol Queen

it's 2am as i write this so i hope that you will forgive my many spelling and punctuation mistakes as my head it a bit foggy (being as it is oh dark stinkin' early)

It's times like these...these being: that my middle child is puking up whatever is in that teeny tummy of hers about every half hour...that I ponder things about life...I mean, I can't really go to sleep at this point b/c at the moment I drift off I'm sure to hear the awful wretchings that will jerk me from my slumber...I apologize if this is disgusting some of you...it's just life in my book...

I am amazed sometimes looking at my 35.5 years of life...I didn't necessarily picture my life as it is now, but then again, I wouldn't change a thing...it's better than I could have ever imagined...

I'm listening to a book on CD...which i don't really do all that well, being a visual learner rather than auditory...but since the library ONLY has the book on CD and not in a hard copy, I must "suffer" through the monotone interpretation and/or reading of the book:  Five Conversations you MUST have with your Daughter.  Has anyone ever read it? 

It is based upon...guess what?  FIVE conversations...the first being: You are not just the sum of your parts...I listened to the first 7 or so chapters of this "conversation" whilst cleaning the play room this evening...hanging up dress up clothes and putting pretend food into it's proper place...all the while being reminded that they are only young once...

I was convicted of the heavy responsibility we have as parents...as Moms to our daughters to help them not just battle and survive the onslaught of media and world pressures, but to help them thrive...give them tools to climb...it was empowering, scary, worrisome, and inspiring to hear what Vicki  Courtney had to say...often i found myself saying, "preach it lady" and other times thinking, "holy cow, how am I going to guide my 3 girls through this mess of a world?"

but, as I held back Peanut's hair in the wee hours of the morning so that she could give homage to the white bowl in the bathroom, I was reminded again that although it means sacrifice, although I will make mistakes, I DO love these precious gifts that God has given me...and I will keep on...their hearts depend on it...

it's coming up on the 30 minute mark, so I must take my leave, my lysol is at the ready...hope you all slept well!

EDIT:   note to self...do not feed your children milkshakes right before bed along with their breathing treatments...the combination will result in the above mentioned situation...all is well this morning, except that I am running on 3 hours of sleep...

In other news

Ahhhhh the feeling of damp, lined carpet that has been freshly "laundred"...My girls especially like the fashion statement of wearing the little blue booties that accompany our carpet cleanings...I'm not quite sure if it's the look of the booties themselves or the fact that they can skate across the carpets??? who am I kidding?

It appears that we have not gotten our carpets cleaned since last July...I don't really want to think about the nastiness that has been lurking in the fibers of our flooring for that many months...not to mention the mishaps from our adventure with MACIE, the "real macie", as Little Munchkin refers to her. 

But, it is all gone...farewell to those stains...at least for the next 24 hours...until the bootie wearing wears off and it's back to spillin' apple juice and smearing playdoh...

So, before I start lamenting once again, let's talk about the garden!!  My sweet little piece of heaven over yonder in the back yard...wanna see my little babies sproutin' up??? (and a few hillbilly makeshift items that add "character")

Let's call this:  Things I Hate and Things I Love (as I head out back...)

LOVE:  the first strawberries of the year...ohhhh sooo yummy...we're gonna have a bushel full this spring! We just wash 'em right then and there and pop 'em in our mouths...

HATE:  They're back again...I've already been out with the spray...I will NOT be beaten!! 

LOVE:  seeing my sweet lettuces from afar...how I love thee...just a couple more weeks and I'll be making some crisp salads with every meal!!!

HATE: when I was a young thing, basking in the innocence of youth, I loved looking for 4 leaf clovers...since then, even discovering my Irish roots...it doesn't matter...I want the clover dead...it's about as bad as those pesky dandelions and they kill the grass...I'm out for blood...or sap or whatevers inside those darn weeds!

LOVE:  watching my sweet peas starting to trellis and knowing we're going to have a good pea pickin' time come summer!

HATE:  the fact that it looks a little...I don't know..."hey, we're the hicks of the neighborhood" --ish

LOVE:  all the good things growin'

garlic and onions...

potato mounds...

Summer is right around the corner!!!

just Today

It will be 11 years this summer that my Italian Stallion and I have been married...and in that 11 years plus 8 of "just friends" stage, we STILL manage to have difficulty when it comes to decision making...well, okay, maybe it's more due to my inability to make decisions and his desire for me to be a part of the decisions...

and I suppose it could be a slight frustration when I kinda have an idea of what I want, but then realize it isn't what he wants and then I just go and give up and give in and...by golly, he's Italian and wants me to put up a good fight...

which, I might add is quite funny because, lord knows, I'm Irish...I'm got some fire in me...just not sure where it goes when decision making time comes around...

Sooo, we're trying to make some decisions concerning our back yard...a patio or porch to be specific...but, again it's something that involves money...money that we've been saving up for years and years mind you...but, still, it's the spending part that gets me every time...

I've always wanted a porch...but, not at the expense of a nice patio...and therein lies the dilemma...

I welcome any and all advice and or thoughts on that subject...but until then...let's just move on...

I bought some vegetable flats today...I will not be bothered by seeds this year...they were lovely to watch in the past...but the aroma of manure in my bedroom wasn't a pleasing thought for this spring and I just nixed the idea completely...and so, in the pouring rain, I dragged my poor little family over to the nursery and snatched up the following:

roma tomatoes
celebrity tomatoes
big boy tomatoes
red bell peppers
california wonder peppers

It's a wonderful thing!  Once I actually charge my camera battery, I'll be sure to post some pictures of our hillbilly garden...I.S. keeps telling me that we're going to get voted out of our neighborhood if we keep up with the "make do" mentality...(you'll get what I mean when I show you the pictures...just imagine PVC pipe, twine, big sticks coming out of the ground and an ole satellite dish pole...) I know I've totally got your curiousity now!! The garlic, onions, lettuces, sugar peas and potatoes are all poppin' up out of the ground...it's quite exciting!!!


Besides all that...well, and a CF walk downtown, early morning worship set at church, and scarfing down too many DOVE chocolates this evening...it's just been a regular weekend...


See you Monday!

Ohhhhhhh the Swooning...

At the risk of my husband reading my blog...and, then getting a slight "ego" because of it...

well...(honey, if you do read this...just smile, know you are well-loved and then maybe go and unclog that toilet???)

Anyhoo...Sweetpea had lost the last 2 of her soccer games...it could be due to the amount of rolling down hills during the games while waiting to sub back in...it could have been the over abundance of peanuts and playing with puppy dogs whilst they were supposed to be scrimmaging...

but, let's just assume that they were actually in need of some motivational juices...and little "pick me up" so to say...

Enter stage right, Coach...

I received an email on our family account that, and I sum it up:  "Girls, we are going to be ready for next week's game...I want everyone of you to come with your hair in pig tails and big lightning bolt painted across your face...we will show that other team that we mean business...yada yada yada... From, Coach!"

My heart melted and I was in awe of my husband who knew just what to say to all those little girls who needed to know that they had someone on their side, rooting for them, cheering for them on the sidelines...no matter what the scoreboard said...

What I didn't realize is that every other MOTHER'S  heart of all those little girls ALSO melted...and I received sweet emails thanking coach...again I say, yada yada yada:) 

Sooo...sweetheart, you've won everyone over once again with your charm...

but, more importantly your love for those kiddos, especially your own little 8 year old that seems to be growing up wayyy too fast...