I'm back

Wow! It has been such a long time since I have written. Honestly, I'm still rather bitter about the pictures being lost. Ugh! That makes me so mad!

Things have been moving along quite crazily around here. Since I last wrote, we've had Lindsey's birthday party, (she's thirteen ... yes, there is a "teen" at the end of that word! How does that happen. She really should still be eight, maybe nine ... but thirteen!), we had a rip-roaring good time at her slumber party, she has been inducted into National Junior Honors Society, we went to her awards ceremony at school and Trey played a fantastic season of T-ball. I have pictures of these events, but can I put them on my blog? Heck, no! So, you will have to wait for the mammoth entry I do the day we get a new computer. Oh, it will be fantastic.

Lindsey and I also started National Charity League which causes me to break out in a cold sweat on a regular basis. Yikes! What a huge commitment.

Later tators! ... I mean, tator!

ROUND-UP

My boy is going to kindergarten next year. I am not happy about it ... I want to keep him here with me longer. He is so neat-o. But, he's going and there's nothing I can do to stop it.
We went to Kindergarten Round-up last night. Yeehaw!
He's excited.
Me ... not so much. (I think I already mentioned that.)

Don't Y'all Babysit Too?

My little man is five years old. To celebrate, we decided to take him out to dinner on Saturday night to Texas Land and Cattle by the Bass Pro Shops. It gets VERY crowded on Friday and Saturday nights, so we decided to valet.
First, I must explain that my husband gets VERY competitive when it comes to eating. If we are at a buffet, watch out children and old ladies, my man will take you out to get to the food first. He is even more aggressive when it comes to getting his name on a list before someone else at a crowded restaurant. He will slow the car down just enough to make me or my poor Lindsey jump out and run to the hostess ahead of others walking in.
Okay, back to valet. We jumped out at the valet and Tim told us to run to the restaurant while he dealt with the car. The plan (we always have a plan in these situations) originally was for me and Lindsey to go put our name down and he would bring Trey and Tyler, but Trey wanted to be with me, so off we went.
We were almost to the doors of the restaurant when Tim yelled from behind, "Hey there, birthday boy!" We all turned around to see him strutting up to us with a huge smile on his face. Lindsey and I quickly said, "Where's Tyler?" Tim said, "Shit" and RAN back to the car to retrieve our baby from the valet dude.
This got me thinking ... they really should offer babysitting.

Skeared!

I'm skeared, real skeared!

I had decided that I would be better about posting pictures on my blog. However, after posting about the Easter egg hunt, 3 of my pictures were somehow destroyed after being uploaded to the blog. So, I am too afraid of losing more pictures to post them ... for now. This happened to me before and I faced my fear, but it's going to be a while before I can trust again ...

I'm OUT!

Hunting...

Eggs, that is. Our cool, new neighborhood park had an awesome Easter party the other day. There were bounce houses and treats and a great Easter egg hunt for all age groups. The kids had so much fun and the weather was perfect!

Here's Trey eye-balling the perfect egg. The kids were only supposed to collect 6 eggs each. I tell you, all this fairness business is for the birds ... and impossible to explain to the little maniacs going for the most eggs.

Lindsey was wonderful, as always. She is so helpful with her little brothers ... and she is more than willing to help them eat the candy too.
Tyler has his loot and he's blowing this joint. Later turkeys!

Poor Baby!

Notice my little monkey's right arm in this picture:

He broke it Friday night at the playground. He climbed a REALLY tall slide and decided to turn around and come back down. Somehow, he took the short-cut to the ground. I would tell you exactly what happened if I knew ... I wasn't exactly watching him at that moment. He fell right at my feet before I even knew anything was wrong. He has a buckle fracture in his wrist and will have to wear a cast for a couple of weeks. No surgery or anything though ... whew!

However, he seems to be handling it OK. He is tough as a boot!

When did this happen?

This is an awesome picture of Lindsey, every so gently and sneakily tapping the ball over the net for the point. The girl on the other side apparently thinks Lindsey is going to slam it and she is sadly mistaken.

Cool, huh? What I want to know is when did this child go from a little princess who played with baby dolls and loved to dress up, to this grown human being. She is taller than most of MY friends now and I just can't believe it ...