Sunday, March 31, 2013


It has been quite a week around these parts. For starters, I turned the big 3-0 last weekend. Or as Harrison answered when asked how old his mom was going to be, "twenty-ten." I think I like his answer better. :) I'm not going to lie -- I had a little bit of a tough time with turning 30. It's hard for me to wrap my brain around the fact that my twenties are gone forever. How did that happen so fast? Sometimes it seems like I just graduated high school a couple of years ago...but then on the other hand I am definitely starting to feel my age catching up to me. But as I've had a few days to settle in to my new decade, more than anything I just feel so grateful. My twenties gave me the happiest moments of my life. I married the best guy a girl could ask for. I graduated from college and began my career. I became a mom and my career took on an entirely new meaning. My family grew and my heart continued to grow in ways I didn't know it could. I listened to my husband dream and then proudly watched him go out and make them happen. I "did life" with amazing friends and family. Oh, and one other minor detail that occurred in my twenties -- I accepted Christ and learned what it truly meant to be loved. So yeah...I may have gained a few wrinkles and gray hairs and lost some sleep and, er, elasticity, but man what a great trade. I am sad to see them go but I'm focusing on celebrating all of the good that came out of my last ten years and am excited to see what God has in store for me in my thirties.

You know what else helped me get out of my turning-30-funk? (Expect blog posts about them all soon):

My mom threw a party for me. Like, a par-tay. Believe me when I say she went all out!

My BFF since I was 10 surprised almost surprised me (my hubby is the worst secret-keeper ever, btw) by flying in for my birthday weekend.

My grandparents drove down from Oklahoma, my uncle and cousins drove down from Dallas, and Ashley and my MIL drove in from their neck of the woods. And many of my local friends booked babysitters (which is no easy task around here) all to come hang out and spend their Saturday night with me as well. They were even forced to watch a 20 minute slideshow of my awesome childhood pictures. I was completely mortified to be the center of attention like that (if you know me then you know I am pretty socially awkward, ha!) but also felt very loved and special and just thankful to get to spend my birthday with such awesome people.

Two days after Tienna left I got to sneak away for a short girls' trip to Canton with my friend Brandy. With birthday money in my possession. And no children to be responsible for. Needless to say, I had a fabulous time. 

And then of course today is Easter.

And later this week my husband is whisking me away to a beautiful sandy beach somewhere in Mexico. (!!!!!!!!!) Oddly enough, this will be the first vacation we've taken together just the two of us. To say that I am excited would be a huuuuuge understatement. We plan to park our pasty, haggard selves on a beach bed cabana and do nothing but read and nap and eat and drink fruity drinks and just be. Both of us are in need of a little decompressing and r&r and to have a couple of days to not worry about work stress or disciplining kids or cooking and cleaning and to just reconnect with each other is going to be SO refreshing!!! Can you tell I'm slightly pumped? (!!!!!!!!)

Like I said -- I've had a few reasons to snap out of my blahs. Rotating all of Kenny's beachy songs is definitely helping, too. :) 

I've been up to my neck working 6 days a week.
Wearing holes in the soles of the shoes on my feet
been dreaming of getting away since i don't know.
Ain't no better time than now...for Mexico

No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues, what blues? Hey I forgot 'em
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom,
and no shoes, no shirt, no problems

Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look through my shades and see you there with me.
Want to soak up life for a while
in laid back mode.
No boss, no clock, no stress, no dress code.

No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues, what blues? Hey I forgot 'em
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shoes, no shirt, no problems

Friday, March 22, 2013

My little slugger.

The much anticipated day arrived on Tuesday. T-ball! He was so, so, SO excited. And it was hilarious -- when I got him dressed he automatically put this tough macho look on his face. How do little boys know to do these types of things?

Obviously with a team of 3 and 4 year olds at the YMCA nothing is really very serious. They met their coaches and then learned how to do some important stretching:

Then we practiced the "alligator stance" move. He's still deciding whether he's going to be a lefty or a righty.

Next was running the bases. The kids all got in a line and when the coach told them they were getting ready to run the bases, Harrison left the line and took off. That was all he needed to hear. Who has time to wait around standing in line? Haha.

Then they came in for the team huddle and to decide on a name. Many good contenders were thrown out "The Supermans" and "The Batmans" and "The Hippos." But Harrison's suggestion won the vote. I bet you'll never guess what he picked.

gooooo Astronauts! :)

He was very upset that they didn't get a chance to bat this week. He can hardly wait to swing at that ball. And I can hardly wait to watch. This is going to be quite entertaining!

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Strawberry Fields Forever

This post is really starting to piss me off. I started it a week and a half ago and for some reason blogger was having issues and it wouldn't let me publish it. So then I added an entire spring break recap and went to save it and the whole thing vanished. Gone. Nowhere to be found. GRRR. But I'm determined to defeat the system so here goes attempt #3!

Last Saturday Rick and I took the kids to a local farmer's market where they have a strawberry patch you can pick your own strawberries from. We went last year and it is a fun tradition we plan to do with them every year. The weather was gorgeous and I couldn't have asked for a better day with my sweet family.

3, 2, 1, blast off!

We worked up appetites with all of the strawberry pickin' and produce shoppin' so we headed to a nearby park for a picnic lunch and to play.

And later that night we got to hang out with this new little fella:

Isn't he cute? I love his crazy hair!

Ashley, Joel, & Colt came to spend a few days with us over spring break. My kiddos loved meeting the baby and Harrison was in heaven having Joel around to play with. And Joel was such a good sport.
It doesn't seem that long ago he was holding Harper like this

Harper was very interested in Colt and kept trying to cover him up with his blanket. But when I picked him up to love on him she wasted no time making sure I knew that my lap was her spot. :)

I have to say that usually I get baby fever just being in the general vicinity of a newborn. But lately I'm happy just enjoying my friends' babies and haven't even entertained the idea of having any more any time soon. But then I walk in and see my hubby loving on a newborn and my uterus starts screaming at me to hurry up and have more babies already!!! Damn you, Rick. ;)

We hung around the house and played a lot.

And Joel read the littles a bunch of books which of course made Harper's day. He's getting so good at reading. It was precious watching this.

On Monday, Rick picked up Harper and took her with him to a lunch appointment so the rest of us could go see the Oz movie. The Wizard of Oz is probably my all time favorite so I knew I would enjoy the new one. Harrison was maybe a little young for it since it's not animated but overall he did great. And Colt never even made a peep...he's such a good baby. 6 of my 6th grade girls also came -- I had a lot of fun! I love going to the movies and rarely get the chance these days so it was definitely a nice treat.

On Tuesday, Ashley and I took the kids to the strawberry patch again so she and Joel could get some. This trip wasn't quite as fun for my crew though. Did you know it is THE END OF THE WORLD if you get mud on your boots? You didn't? Well it is. Just ask my pouty 3 year old. Harper wasn't happy either. She was not a fan of the mud and just not in a very good mood and kept dumping all of the strawberries out of her bucket so by the end I was carrying her and dragging her brother. But thankfully Whataburger saved the day. Oh to be a toddler. :)

Later that night I had a hot date with Mr. Kenneth A. Chesney! We were way up in the nosebleeds but still had a great time. Ashley volunteered to stay with all of the kids so we could cancel our babysitter. I told her she was equal parts sweet and insane.

Here are a couple of pictures she texted me while we were gone:

right before we left

The three stooges

Wednesday through Saturday we just played. Didn't go anywhere other than the park. Oh, and we made a pie with all of those strawberries we picked.

I think the kids might have liked it. Just maybe. Harrison kept asking, Mommy, is this sugar? I LOVE sugar! Ha!

Rick and I have been eating super healthy for the last couple of weeks. He's trying to lose some weight and I'm trying to take better care of myself since I don't think cocoa puffs and coke and chocolate chip cookie dough really qualify as nutritious. Haha. I used to be a lot better about eating right. I am really picky about what I let my kids eat most of the time and always make them healthy meals and snacks but lately I haven't been doing the same for me -- especially since a lot of nights Rick isn't home for dinner. Anyway, all this rambling to say that I have been out of my groove when it comes to all the work it takes to prep all those fruits and veggies and decided that since my birthday week officially started on Sunday I wanted a night off from being in the kitchen. We tried to pick somewhere somewhat healthy but that is hard when it also has to be kid-friendly (read: fast). So we settled on Bullritos. The kids love drawing on the bags. I think it's funny how different they are -- Harper is so precise and holds the pen like an adult while Harrison just grabs the marker with his fist and goes to town.

In case you are wondering, the red ink does come out of clothes and off of skin. And is apparently non-toxic since I caught Harrison attempting to color his tongue.

Here we are all decked out in our green for St. Patrick's Day.

Harrison had his first t-ball practice tonight so I will have to post about it soon. Oh, the cuteness.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Out of the mouths of my children.

I think it's time for another post on some of the funny things the kids have been doing and saying. I go through phases where I'm really good at remembering to write them down and then when I'm not so good at it...but hopefully reading through some of my scribbles over the last few months will be good motivation to keep up with it. I've already forgotten some of them and Rick and I got a good laugh as I flipped through the pages. Harper is starting to talk a lot more lately so I'm sure the number of her stories will be catching up in no time.

December 2012:

Me: Come on, Buddy. 
Harrison: I'm not an orange and blue dinosaur. I'm a boy! (referencing Buddy from Dinosaur Train)

Rick: 3-year olds sleep in their own beds. 
Harrison: I want to be 2 again. Just for a couple of weeks?

Harrison: Why does our tree need water?  
Rick: So it will stay green and pretty.
Harrison: But I want it to be blue and handsome!

Harrison: Will you please roll down my window?
Rick: Not on the highway.
Harrison: But we're not on the highway, we're on the low-way.

Me: Get over here and get back in your car seat right now. (in all honesty I probably should have typed that sentence in all caps, ha!)
Harrison: But I just need to check on my cute baby real quick. Mom, she's such a cutie! 

January 2013:

Harper puts any kind of hat or even underwear on her head and shouts "ho ho ho!"

Me: You're my sweet baby. 
Harrison: No, Mom, I'm not a baby anymore. 
Me: But you'll always be my baby.
Harrison: Sorry, Mom. I'm growing up. I'm not growing down. 

Harper shouts "go go go!" when she sees Cat in the Hat. ("Here we go go, go, on an adventure! The Thingamajigger is up and away. Go, go, go, on an adventure. We're flying with the Cat in the Hat today!") btw,  you are so totally welcome for getting that stuck in your head for the rest of the day :)

Harrison: I'm so very, very sad that you won't let me sleep in your bed, Mommy. It makes me so very, very sad. 

Harrison: Mommy, look what I'm drawing for you! It's an "H"!  And it was. He was very proud of himself. And so was I.

Harper is a little bit obsessed with cleaning and wiping surfaces down. I won't lie and say I haven't considered giving her a soapy rag and putting her to work on my baseboards. :)  Anyway, one day she was pretending to mop the floor with a cloth. Then I noticed that the cloth she was scrubbing the tile with was wet. Upon further observation I discovered that she had been walking over to my glass of water that I had been drinking and dipping her rag in it. Um, disgusting. Good thing my floors aren't dirty or anything. Haha!

Harrison had pink eye and it was yellow and gooey and gross. Harper noticed it and pointed and looked at me very concerned.
Harper: Eye! Eye! Uh-oh! Uh-oh! Eye!
Me: Yeah, his eye looks a little scary, doesn't it? 
Harrison: But it still works...
Me: Yeah, it's just a little pink eye, huh buddy. 
Harrison: No, Mom. My eyes aren't pink, they're blue.

February 2013:
Harrison: Mommy, I don't want to be a kid anymore. I just want to be a grown-up.
Me: Are you sure about that? Then you better find a job. Where do you want to work?
Harrison: I want to be a grown-up mommy. 
Me: Mommies are girls. But you can be a daddy one day if you want. 
Harrison: No, I just want to be a mommy. Then I won't have to work. 

Harper calls herself "Barper" and  Elmo = "Melmo"

March 2013:

Me: Here's your drink.
Harrison: Thanks, Mom. You're such a sweet little momma. 

Harper: Go away, Momma!  (as she hit and pushed me away for trying to put on her shoes. Did I mention the terrible two's are emerging???)

Harrison has started saying Awww man! Not again! anytime I ask him to do something.

Harrison: Mommy, I think there's a little something on your carpet.
Me: WHAT is on my carpet, Harrison?
Harrison: Don't worry, my puppies are licking it up. 
Me: WHAT is it? Where?! 
Harrison: I just threw up a little on your carpet but my puppies are eating it for dinner. 

Rick and I have been trying to be intentional about not only praying for our children but also praying with them and in front of them. I found this neat tip on how to teach your kids to pray where it uses each finger to help remember what to pray for (thumb = praise God, index = confess sins/repent, middle = thank God, ring = pray for others, pinky = pray for yourself, palm = closing). We've started saying bedtime prayers together as a family where we can launch right in to the ridiculous bedtime routine of songs that MUST. BE. SUNG. OR. LIFE. WILL. END. We figured we'd just do it all together so we'd only have to tuck them in once instead of twice individually. Anyway, it's been working great so far. Harrison has the order memorized and it's extremely rewarding to hear him pray such full prayers. Or at least until they go like this:

Me: Is there anybody you want to pray for tonight?
Harrison: Yes, I want to pray for you.
Me: That's sweet. Thank you!
Harrison: Dear God, thank you for all of my toys and please help my mommy to not have a bad mood anymore. 

Rick: What are you thankful for?
Harrison: Dear God, thank you for all of my toys, and my house, and our car, and all of my toys, and for money. Amen. 

And I think the discipling is sinking in a little because lately he's been quick to identify sin. And not just his own:
Harrison: Mommy, you're not supposed to yell because that's not nice. Now you have to confess your sin. (Nothing like getting rebuked by a 3 year old...ouch)

He really does have such a good, compassionate heart. We've been talking a lot about our sponsored child through Compassion International. Harrison mentions him on a daily basis and asks to see his picture and wants to make him cards and paintings. One day I overheard him playing with his Little People airplane. He had loaded it full of toys and play food and was flying it to Africa to deliver them to Fluduari and his family. Such a thoughtful boy.


And I have to share just one more but it isn't about my kids. Nope, it's about my husband. And he's probably going to kill me for putting this on here but I can't not put it on here because it's just too priceless. To give a little background...we were sitting at the table and the kids kept running in with pretend food from their play kitchen for us to "eat". We were humoring them of course. Harrison came in with a baseball between two pieces of bread and told Rick he made him a sandwich for dinner. Rick is such a good dad. He really, truly is. So good, that in his excitement to play along with his son he totally didn't realize that what was coming out of his mouth was forever going to be thrown back in his face for years and years to come. Are you ready for this?

Rick: Oooh, a ball sandwich!  Om nom nom, this is such a tasty ball sandwich. I LOVE ball sandwiches!

He just kept repeating it. Over and over. With such enthusiasm. And I promise you I was thisclose from an untimely death brought on by gut-wrenching laughter. Yes, there is a slight chance I have the humor of a teenage boy at times. But come on! Ball sandwich? You so would have laughed, too. ;)


Monday, March 4, 2013

Movie Monday {dancin' fools}

Endless entertainment at our house, folks.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

A Day at the "Radio"

A conversation at our house last week:

Me: Guess where we are going this afternoon?
Harrison: Where?
Me: The rodeo.
Harrison: Oh, the "radio"? We get to go to the "radio" today!?
Me: {chuckles} That's right, honey -- we get to go to the "radio" today!
Harrison: No, Mom. It's not called the "radio." It's called the "RODEO". 


Rick had a business meeting near Reliant Stadium and was able to carve a couple of hours out of his afternoon to meet us at the Houston Livestock Show & Rodeo. We didn't stay long but had a great time.

The kids loved all of the animals. Or at least one of them did. Ha! Harper loves reading and singing about farm animals and making all of their noises and was even excited to see them from a distance. But the moment she realized we were about to cross the fence to the other side of the petting zoo her tune changed just a bit:


But a certain little somebody else was in heaven:

We rescued her from all of the killer goats and sheep and she was much more content looking at the animals that were safely behind the glass of a cage.


Harrison was super duper excited to ride a pony. I kept asking him to smile but that was silly, because Mommy, cowboys don't smile.

Harper wanted zero part in the pony rides. She gladly cheered her bubba on but when asked if she wanted a turn she shook her head firmly and said no-no! So we moved on to the kid's farmer's market. It was a hit.

And here's another example of how my two kiddos are complete opposites sometimes. They had these sandboxes full of corn -- Harper took one step and quickly realized it was not her cup of tea. She's typically not a fan of messes. Harrison, however, rolled around in the corn and played with it and we practically had to drag him out of there.

At the end of the market they sold their veggies and got to buy a treat with their earnings. Harrison went straight for the rice krispy treat and inhaled it and Harper opted for a box of raisins -- she doesn't have much of a sweet tooth. Polar opposites there, too.

I love this picture of Harper admiring her daddy.

Rick and I also got an unexpected night out at the rodeo last week. Some friends of ours had 2 extra tickets and invited us to go. I used to work at the bank with Jason and it was great to catch up with him and his lovely wife. We watched all of the events (mutton bustin' is my favorite -- where little kids ride on sheep and try to stay on the longest -- sooo cute!) and heard a few songs by Gary Allen before we called it a night. We had a fun time!


I didn't take many pictures and didn't even get one of Jason and Emily...but I did manage to get this nice shot of Jay who had absolutely zero shame when it comes to rodeo food (but in his defense, who really does? Ha!):

Nacho dilemma: what do you do when you run out of chips? Use your finger. Duh!

We are going back next week to see Kenny. Squee!!!

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