They Say It's Your Birthday

Today, I packed the kids in the car and headed up to Fry Road's Northwest Park, which boasts a rough and rumble type of playground, hiking trails, and picnic shelter with ample seating for all your skeletons in the closet. This is My Mama (with my cheesy father and nephew Josiah). She just turned 54 on Wednesday. She was 20 when she gave birth to me. You do the math. Can we count that as a school day?
Annie is so good at coupons. Yesterday she bought $197 worth of groceries for $7. Joni and I tried to listen up close like and glean from her knowledge. I'm learning. I think it looks fun, but time consuming. I'll keep you posted on my new hobby and we'll see if I can be as cool as her.

"Are you really taking another picture of me, Mom?" Isn't she pretty? Hopefully this will make up for the "Dr. Calla" picture.

This is Joni's oldest son, my nephew, Sammy. He had just bit his tongue and was speechless. Looks like an up and coming GAP model if you ask me."Hi there, tomatoes. My name's Katie. Whadda ya say we get to know each other a little better over a ranch cocktail?""I prefer to do everything backwards." Teige loves climbing up the slide this way. It's much more rewarding that using the ladder and less scary.

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No pics Molly, Becky, and Abbie. The find one another and it's a hidden gigglefest. You can hear them, but you can't see them.

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Below is a video of my brother-in-law, Brian, telling Katie a story about a cracker and it was really cute. So, I decided to film it and he started getting more "hammy". Try not to get distracted by my laughing or my Dad's chitter chatter in the background. Press pause on the playlist at the bottom of the page and join my followers list on the sidebar =>, if you haven't already done so, before watching.

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Happy Birthday, Mom. I love you.

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smooch

She Walks!!

On the tenth of February, My smallest little person, KJ will be 15 months old. Being the smallest little person of four and having absolutley the loveliest tempermant of all the babies any one could ever hope to meet, she has had chariots waiting on her every whim. Meaning, of course, she's the baby. Everyone carries her where she wants to go and she has no complaints about it! Last evening, my friend, Nick, comes into the library, points her in my direction, stands her firmly on the ground, and tells her to walk to me. So, she does it! She doesn't even stumble or wibble-wobble. She just walked straight to me. I'm just sitting there in emotional dumbfoundment. Crying... Being happy... Being excited... Then ding ding ding, lightbulb moment. He just told her to walk and she did it! Teige still needs to be potty trained... Hmmm....