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 ...

Memory Lane

Well, I'm going down memory lane today. Not too far ... don't worry. I just wanted to post some of my favorite pre-blog photos of the young-uns.

This is my sweet girl and her Nana, her favorite person in the whole wide world. This is last Christmas and she is wearing the scarf and hat that her Nana brought back to her from Italy. The other day I found them wadded up in a ball in the bottom of her closet. (I hope Nana is not reading this.) That's not the point ... Point is, these two love each other ... LOTS!

Here are the boys last winter gazing at and talking to each other just before bed when we were in a hotel in Oklahoma. I must mention again how much these two love each other and how wrong I was to worry about having two boys.

Oh, the Exersaucer days ... I have sweet little smiling pictures of all three of my kiddos in one of these things. All three pre-maturely outgrew their Exersaucer becuase their legs were too long. But I love the sweet smiles!

This face! This face causes me to have visions of a mean, overbearing mother-in-law who is secretly sad that she does not have her boy anymore ... and that woman is me!

He's just so dang cute and silly and sweet and expressive! I can't help it.

Now, would you look at these little monkeys!

Thank you LORD!

PEACE OUT!