Two hands, plus one

Today my littlest baby turns 11.
Can't handle it.
He's quite excited.
He said he's finally "a pre-teen"
Can't handle it.
He asked for a skateboard.
I'm sure at some point, this gift will result in an ER visit.
I love this little fella so much.
He has such a precious heart.
Time...
She flies.

It's Sweet

On Sunday, Jordan turns 16.

16.

Sixteen.

Six. Teen.

How did that happen?!

 

How did this....

 

 

 

Turn into this...

 

She is amazing.
One of a kind.
She marches to the beat of her own drum.
Transparent.
What you see is what you get.
Hilarious.
Beautiful.
Intelligent.
Athletic.
Determined.
Talented.
She's a difference maker.
She says why make an A when you can make an A+.
She's a gifted artist.
She has a heart for God.

She's all that.
And a bag of chips.
I'm just so proud to be her mom.

Look out world! Here she comes!

Happy Sweet Sixteen, Jordan!

Brett. Crock. Crazy.

Sorry I didn't post yesterday.

First of all, I was recovering from spending fifteen of my waking hours at the volleyball tournament.

And, hanging out with Brett Favre.

And by hanging out, I mean sitting in the same 150,000 square foot convention center as him and being very interested in the match he was watching.  He was there watching his daughter.   He's tall.  I don't think he had on Wranglers.  And, I will reassure you that he is aging very nicely. 

Yesteray, I was also busy turning another year older.

Can't believe I'm finally 40.

BAHAHAHAHAHA

I'm super excited about my gift from the Captain and the kids.

It's... A NEW CROCKPOT.

Most women would smack their husbands in the face and walk out if they got a crock pot for their birthday, but I clapped my hands with glee and wiped tears of joy from my eyes.

It's a super duper crock pot.  The Cadillac of all crock pots.

I'm really excited about it. 

We spent the evening last night at Coop's basketball game. It was a loss for the Lions.  Coop had a good game with four steals. I was proud of him.  I was also proud of myself for not smacking any of the opposing team's parents who were beyond obnoxious.  But, I figured it would ruin my birthday if I started slugging these rude folks.   Especially the dad who was losing his ever loving mind over a missed double dribble call - when his son's team was up by 20 points with :15 second left.  Simmer down, Mister. 

That sums it up.

Good times.

It's a party

Today is my daddy's birthday.

Big party in heaven today.

He would have been 73.

Sure do miss him.

I've come across some old pictures of him so I'll try to put some up on here soon.  He was a stud.

And I found some pictures of Connie and me from the 70's & 80's.  True beauties.  We never met a hot roller we didn't like.

Stay tuned for all that.

I must have blinked....

Tomorrow, this....

.... turns 15.



How did that happen??

Happy Birthday, Jordan!