Archive for the ‘Goose’ Category

Here are five things I learned this week: I’m not very good about being selfless.  It’s the first Friday of the month, and I planned to attend Mass this morning.  I am really into attending Mass on First Fridays, and was excited that Baby Z was on her way to attending nine in a row.  […]

Seriously, my baby has cried most of her waking hours today.  I’ve held her pretty much nonstop, which is fine until it’s time to cook.  Finally, at her last feeding, I decided to research how many ounces she should be eating.  Despite the fact that all babies are different, I thought I’d find a real […]

I think any man who loves sports dreams of the day when they can share that love of sports with their sons.  I realize that it happens when men have girls too, heck, my love of football comes from my dad and brother.  And while my dad has taken me to the National Championship Games, […]

I’ve been holding off on this post for a long time, mainly because I didn’t want to hear anything from my parents about how certain behavior isn’t that bad.  But I can’t take it any longer. I have to say it to someone besides Lance: Goose can be a really big jerk a lot of […]

This afternoon was not a great one. I sent Lance to College Station to attend a football clinic for the afternoon thinking it wouldn’t be a big deal. He was only going to listen to one speaker. I just failed to account for his drive time. No biggie though, I figured they would nap, we’d […]

Today is the actual Feast of the Epiphany. I managed to make a super simple version of a King cake. And by simple, I mean I opened a can of Cinnamon rolls and shaped them into a circle, frosted it, then put colored sugar on it. It tasted good, looked decent except the purple sugar […]

Goose is out of control. Every morning he gets up and watches the shortcuts, an NFL game in less than 30 minutes, that Lance has recorded from the previous week and then Sports Center. The kids can tell us scores from games, players from different teams…basically he is my husband and brother, but only six. […]

Have I mentioned that Goose is a total trash talker? Chelsea came over earlier in the week and was wearing a Bama shirt. Goose immediately smirked about it to the Baby Hulk. Within hearing distance. She told him that she could hear him, but he didn’t care. On Christmas Eve at the 1560 party, Chelsea […]

Despite a bad start this morning in the form of a super cranky Baby Hulk, the day turned out almost perfect. Goose and the Baby Hulk went with me to the Symphony this morning. The timing couldn’t have been better because we have been studying instruments at home this past week. The concerts are perfectly […]

Tonight when Goose was taking a bath he told me that he had two bumps you know where. Being mom, I started freaking out, wondering why he had bumps. Then he started saying how they kept rolling out of his hands like balls. Yes, we’re already there. I told him that was how his body […]