I’m not a big fan of baseball. In fact, I’m not a fan at all. It’s just too slow for me. We’ve taken the boys to one game. That was two years ago. Because of my lack of interest, I’ve never encouraged baseball in this house. However, we don’t seem to have skills in soccer […]
We had our back to school lunch on Saturday. Lance had too much work so he couldn’t go with us, and the little boys, well, their behavior sucked all week so they stayed home as well. That was fine, it was just me and three of my favorite people having one last meal before school. […]
Watching your kids play together is a dream for any parent, I’m sure. What I have loved watching is the creativity. I admit that for half a second my first thought was “who is going to clean up this mess.” Thankfully, I kept my mouth shut and just ran for the camera. The best part […]
Today I took the kids to Miller’s Outdoor Theater with a friend and her two kids. It was great, the boys took their nature journals just in case we “saw some nature”. We saw the performance, had lunch and the boys played in the fountains. Even Goose, the one who is always nervous about stuff […]
Did you know it is Teacher Appreciation Week? I still can’t believe teachers get a week, but I suppose that complaint is getting old. The irony of this week is that I, hater of Goose’s first grade teacher, was selected by his homeroom mother to take lunch and a gift card tomorrow. Really? Why me? […]
Goose: “Mom, if you lived when Louis Armstrong lived, you would have to sit on the back of the bus because you are dark. I would be in the front and that would make me sad.” Then he got tears in his eyes. (I wonder what he would think of Arizona right now? Probably not […]
By Nicole | Posted January 12, 2010
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Here are two pictures of Chelsea before last week. As a BAMA student and part of the crazy SEC, she is celebrating this week. I hope you make it to class sometime! I still love you, Chelsea! I’m not speaking for Baby Hulk though…he might be worse than me with the grudges, plus you left […]