Just wanted to share a quick link to my friend Leigh Anne's blog. She got some really sweet pictures of our kids at the strawberry patch this weekend. Thanks Leigh Anne!
You can check it out at Radiobutlers
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Monday, May 20, 2013
I remember my third grade field day. It was hot. I had an ugly yellow bear on my t-shirt. We ran relays and everyone screamed at me because I was so slow and we never won. Four years later I ran for student council on the platform that if I won, I would do away with field day. I lost.
What I should have said was, "vote for me and field day will be awesome!"
"You'll get to spend the whole day goofing off with your awesome friends and photo bombing the cool kids!"
"You get to pick up marbles in pools of water with your monkey toes and...."
"There will be bobbing for donuts. Krispy. Kreme. Donuts."
"Oh, and you sweet and silly teacher will play Just Dance Disney and boogie down to such classic songs as Squirrels in your Pants."
I could have had a career in politics. It could have been the beginning of my total world domination!
Thursday, May 9, 2013
This post should probably be entitled, "A zillion pictures that all make me cry." Here is my beautiful, confident, smart, funny, just-like-her-mama, middle child. Also known as my precious baby who will be leaving me and going to kindergarten in 62 days. Give or take. Not that I'm counting.
She graduated from preschool today.
Yesterday she looked like this.
Look at that nose! Just like a little button mum. Oh, where did my bitty girl go?!
Good grief she's cute. And tall.
Here she is loving on her Nanny. I have no pictures of me from today. It has nothing to do with my being a big blubbering mush pile. I'm sure I looked fantastic.
I was aiming for cooperation, but there were balloons involved.
And one final sweet picture with Holden and Claire. A tiny pause in the mayhem. I loved every minute of it. Every last preschool minute of it.
Poor Rosie. I can imagine that 3 years from now I may actually climb on the stage and prevent the whole event from transpiring. She better hope I'm sick that day.