Grayson wanted to be a red dragon. He made this very clear months before Halloween. I tried to talk him into being something else, but he wouldn't give up. Every time he talked to anyone about Halloween he would tell them he was going to be a red dragon. So I gave in. I thought about making the costume, but after a short visit to Joanne's I decided that was out of the question. Luckily we found this one.
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
Monday, October 29, 2007
THE WEDDING
This last weekend my big brother Billy tied the knot with Aunika. I am so happy for them. It was such a fun day and everything looked so beautiful. We were all so excited because Molly, Billy's ex, let Wyatt, his son, come out for a couple of days for the wedding. Grayson, Porter and Wyatt wouldn't leave each others side. For this reason, the three of them were in charge of the rings, since Wyatt wouldn't do it alone. But even with three of them caring for the ring, some how they managed to loose Billy's ring. When Wyatt held up the pillow that the rings were suppose to be tied to there was only one ring. We had to stop the ceremony for a couple of minutes while we all searched the grass for the missing ring. The whole time the boys were making comments like "I guess it's gone." Luckily Toby found it and everyone clapped. It was so funny. My other favorite moment of the day was when Tami's tights fell to her knees while dancing. You'll have to read her blog for the full story. We all love Aunika, what a blessing to have her in our family. I can't wait to be neighbors.
Thursday, October 18, 2007
Pack's Pumkin Patch
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I'm a Loser
So, here is a little story about me and what a loser I am. Yesterday morning after running on our treadmill I went to the fridge to get some water. (for those of you that don't know, I am a water snob and only drink bottled water, I'll gag if it's not. I know-lame). Anyways, I open the fridge to find no more water. Dang- I'll have to go out to the car to get some. That's when I realize I already took off my tennis shoes. I'm lazy and just slip on a pair of dress shoes sitting by the front door. I peek outside, is anyone going to see me in my stylin workout clothes (tank top and shorts) and dress shoes. There's only a million people flying down the busy street to the side of our house. Hopefully none of them will notice me. As fast as I can I start running for the van.
On the way I notice one of the construction workers from next door sitting in his car. Crap- he has definitely seen me. I open the back of the van and decide not to just take one bottle of water but the whole case, as I grab it the plastic wrapping rips and water bottles start rolling everywhere. I can't believe this is happening. At this point all I want to do is Abort mission and run back into the house, but that would look even more stupid.
So I'm bending over trying to recover all the bottles when I see the worker walking up to me. Now I'm really stressed, I've just remembered I still have black eyes from my makeup (I usually wash them off after my shower). I look up and try to pretend that, A. I'm not wearing dress shoes with my workout cloths, B. I don't look like a freak with big black eyes, and C. I don't feel like a complete loser chasing bottles around. Then he goes on to ask if he can come over and work on something with our windows. I can't quite concentrate on what he is saying because I'm still thinking about me. He asks when a good time to come over would be, and I tell him, "I'm about to jump in the shower, so give me a half hour but I'll be home all day." I was thinking he wanted to come in and install the hardware on our new windows. Well, a while later he came over and started working outside on one of our back windows. Apparently he was just worried about making to much noise and didn't want to come in. So he was probably wondering why he had to wait for me to take my shower before he could start making noise. I wanted to go explain the whole misunderstanding but decided that would be even weirder. I don't' know if that made any sense but that point is I'm a loser and will probably be a little more careful before my next emergency trip to the van.
On the way I notice one of the construction workers from next door sitting in his car. Crap- he has definitely seen me. I open the back of the van and decide not to just take one bottle of water but the whole case, as I grab it the plastic wrapping rips and water bottles start rolling everywhere. I can't believe this is happening. At this point all I want to do is Abort mission and run back into the house, but that would look even more stupid.
So I'm bending over trying to recover all the bottles when I see the worker walking up to me. Now I'm really stressed, I've just remembered I still have black eyes from my makeup (I usually wash them off after my shower). I look up and try to pretend that, A. I'm not wearing dress shoes with my workout cloths, B. I don't look like a freak with big black eyes, and C. I don't feel like a complete loser chasing bottles around. Then he goes on to ask if he can come over and work on something with our windows. I can't quite concentrate on what he is saying because I'm still thinking about me. He asks when a good time to come over would be, and I tell him, "I'm about to jump in the shower, so give me a half hour but I'll be home all day." I was thinking he wanted to come in and install the hardware on our new windows. Well, a while later he came over and started working outside on one of our back windows. Apparently he was just worried about making to much noise and didn't want to come in. So he was probably wondering why he had to wait for me to take my shower before he could start making noise. I wanted to go explain the whole misunderstanding but decided that would be even weirder. I don't' know if that made any sense but that point is I'm a loser and will probably be a little more careful before my next emergency trip to the van.
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Our own little chef?
Lately Lydia has really been into helping in the kitchen. It was really cute at first, but I starting to worry this could get really annoying (I'm a mean mom).If I spend anytime in the kitchen she is right there with me. She pulls out her little stool and asks "What you makin." I just hope it will all pay off and she can start cooking family dinners when she's, like ten. Grayson likes to tease her and say she's not a real baker, cook or chef. It makes her really mad. So far she is showing all kinds of signs that she will be the responsible older sister who thinks she is in charge of everything. Great for me, not so great for future siblings. For now I'll try not to get annoyed and teach her all I know about cooking, which isn't much.
Monday, October 1, 2007
GRAYSON'S SUPER PARTY
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)

