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!

AKA ...

I saw someone else write down all of their kids' nicknames and I thought it was cute. It seems as they get older, I start calling my kids by their real names more and I don't want to forget any of their pet names.

Lindsey: Since the boys came along we ALL call her "Sissy" 90% of the time. But there was a time when she had lots of her own names. In the beginning it was "Sugar Bear", "Sugar Booger", "Pretty Girl" and such. Then it came time to expand on her real name. I started with "Lindsey Lou", "Lou Lou", and when The Grinch had just been released, "Lindsey Lou Who". Then we went down the slippery slope and she became "Louise". What's funny is she never minded that one. But, oh boy!, if anyone called her "Linds", she would wig out ... even at age 2. She would say, "my name is Lindsey!" It totally cracked me up.

Trey: Of course he started as Bubba and Bubby and then I would call him Bubbles, which Tim did not think was appropriate AT ALL. Now, we have settled in nicely with Bubba and Trey-man.

Tyler: Also Bubba, hardly ever Bubby and I call him Munchkin, Munch, and Monkey a lot too.

Okey-Dokey then, it's down for posterity!

Swingin' from the Chandeliers ... literally

I started working out with a trainer today. Her name is Kellee and she is so awesome and totally willing to train me at home when the weather is bad. She can help keep Tyler entertained while I'm working out. She had to do a lot of that today. However, at one point, Kellee was down on the floor with me showing me how to do a particular exercise. When we got up I saw Tyler standing on top of the kitchen table and grabbing on to the light above the table. Holy Smoke! I wanted to freak out, but I was afraid I would scare him. I creeped up and calmly grabbed him and put him down. What the heck! I'm sure Kellee was thinking I allow my children to run around like maniacs. I swear he has NEVER done that!