when you're
having fun too busy to stop & enjoy it.
I so want to enjoy it. So, we admittedly do squeeze in swimming... and park playdates... and visits with friends...
Gabe's hair was professionally cut & styled. So, as we drove home I beckoned back to him behind me, "Bubby, you're hair looks soooo handsome."
Without a second passing by, he responded, "You handsome too Momma."
My hair has been straight now, for several days, apparently a style that doesn't sit well with my last born. Today, while sharing a breakfast of scrambled eggs he peered across the table at me & asked, "Where your curly hair at Momma?"
And speaking of hair, he must've thought that the stylist was going to give him some curl... he asked while I was strapping him into the car seat, "Why my hair not look like Shelby's?" (Shelby is his cute little preschool girl friend, with beautiful natural curls)
Today while I plunked away on my lap top, looking out the glass patio doors at Jeff & Flynn, I thought about how lucky they are. To have such a great dad. A dad who is more than happy to throw a play place ball up on the roof, for it to roll off into the anticipating arms of a girl who is excellent at catching. I'm quite certain she's inherited my skill love of the game.
Did I tell you that Gabe attended VBS with best friend Trey last week? Oh, I didn't tell you? Oh, I haven't blogged in two weeks? Sorry.
Anyway, yes, he went & had a ball. His favorite part? (besides playing with a classroom full of unfamiliar toys) joining the singers on stage for worship time. Who knew he had it in him. It's no surprise that at least one of my off-spring is a ham.
Flynn has 2 days of summer school left. She's disappointed, I am relieved. She pretended she was a plinko chip (hello PRICE IS RIGHT) & plinko'ed through the arched bars of the slide approach on the playground. We wouldn't have known, except I noticed that the underside of her arm was blue from just below her elbow all the way to her arm pit. Then saw her forehead had an abrasion. Then she was quick to point out the knot on the side of her head. The most upsetting part? -- she was not taken to the nurse. Was not given extra attention, or even ice. And later on, in the bathroom, she wet a paper towel for her own head. She said that she cried, but "Ms Amber" said she was fine.
I always thought head injury was cause for concern. Silly me.
Exciting times ahead folks. Our family is on the brink of so much change it gives my insomnia a reason to work over time (note, post written at midnight).
I hope the sheer need to write as therapy overrides the lack of writing time. And that prozac comes in a salt lick.
I passed this beauty this morning (the kidney stone, not the dime!)
This girl LOVES to be on the go, see her smiling face from all the busy activity!
Here is is tubing for the first time. We spent a day on the pastor's boat with the EP staff.
And Bubby, who was raring to go from the get-go.
Race for the Cure, in memory of my Grandmother (Flynn's namesake), who died at 28
Racing for the Cure
My girl's 2nd recital
My first niece to graduate
The INFAMOUS "Blue Horn" (which made it to the ceremony, against the rules)
Field Trips with great friends
And a few days/nights with this little sweetie & her baby brother
Of course, a day @ the zoo
