Monday Blues

Bob (and I) are both singing the Monday blues - except somehow, Bob's seems more cheerful. Maybe I should be stealing his bud light lime beads and his harmonica. Which by the way is really Emma's.....lets hope she doesn't find out.

Three wonderful years

Weather changing from warm to hot.

Bedtime being pushed back as sunsets come later.

College Softball tournaments on TV.

Planting the Garden.

Vowing to keep up on the weeds this year.

Making sun tea.

Eating Dinner on the back patio.

All these are little reminders to me of welcoming Emma into this world. It was a quiet Memorial Day Weekend for us, that is until this little thing arrived:

And while she's too big to swaddle and nestle in the crook of my elbow now, she'll always be my favorite baby girl!

We're going on a trip....

The bags are packed, the car nearly loaded, and soon we'll be off. We are going for a short visit to see William and Erin in Elko and then make the long drive to Uncle Jacko and Aunt Daniel's house.

Things that I have learned this week:

1. We are now in the stage of Emma's life when, unless you want to be driven crazy, you shouldn't mention, tell, or otherwise discuss any trip plans with or in front of Emma. If I have to hear "Are we going to uncle Jacko's house yet?" one more time....

2. No matter how much planning you do the week leading up to departure day, you will still be up until midnight the night before packing and fretting that something is going to be forgotten.

But, I'm super excited to finally be going to visit Jacko in CO and I know the car drive will be long and hard on my patience but I have some car-only kid activities stashed under my seat, Fablehaven Dragon Santuary stashed in my bag for me, and a good book for the boy loaded onto the mp3 player.

Its time for an adventure.

Happy Mother's Day - early

Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day

With little time to stop and pray

For life's been anything but calm

Since You called on me to be a mom

Running errands, matching socks

Building dreams with building blocks

Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes

And other stuff that children lose

Fitting lids on bottled bugs

Wiping tears and giving hugs

A stack of last weeks mail to read

So where's the quiet time I need?

Yet when I steal a minute, Lord

Just at the sink or ironing board

To ask the blessings of Your grace

I see then, in my small one's face

That you have blessed me

All the while

And I stop to kiss

That precious smile

I got my Mother's Day present early since we are going to be gone....Emma told the boy that she wanted to get me flowers. They smell great and are putting my desk orchids to shame. I love them.

Happy Mother's day to all of us!!!

Murder in Margaritaland

Last weekend we were invited to a murder mystery party. This was a first for the boy and I both and while we both were a little curious about how this was all going to play out (me especially with my non-existing acting skills) we knew it'd be fun - since 95% of the attendees were also family.

Before the party we all got cards that introduced us to our character and what we needed to know to play our part well. I got to be a grown up child actress who's spent part of her life interacting with the wrong crowd - I have since done a few weeks in rehab but broke myself out. The boy, of course, got to be Jack Daniels a bartender who is quite friendly with most of the girls on the island.

We all had objectives that we had to do before the end of the night. All in all - it was a night full of good food, a lot of laughs, and some light hearted drama.

Me as Starr Bright

Jack Daniels and Tatem Tatt

The best agent a girl could ask for

Jack's being fired for sleeping with the Millionaire's girlfriend

I soooo knew that He'd be the victim

The sign of a good killer.....no one ever suspects you. No one in the party guess who the murderer was......what's that say about us.

We should have known - just look at this face

weekend window

Some fun pictures of how we spent our weekend (Someday I'll figure out how to put them side by side on here).

What's Wrong with this picture? (Or why you should respect the laws of Karma)

After you stop laughing, I'll tell you the story..........
ready?

The other night I was trying my best to be SUPER MOM. Will was at baseball so the feeding, bathing, bedding of two wild animals fell to myself. I thought I was doing pretty well. I usually let Bobby and Emma play together for a little bit, then I take Bobby out and let Emma play for a few minutes by herself while I get Bob's pjs on.

So.. I may or may not have already been grumbling about how I can't believe that Will never makes Emma put the bath toys back in the bin before she gets out of the bath.

And.. I may or may not have stopped long enough on my way back to the tub, after drying Bobby off and getting him dressed for bed, to get Emma out of the tub to look at the tv and declare "Holy - bad haircut, cheezy suit combo - Batman" to one of the Jeopardy contestants that night.
And in the instant that it took me to utter those words I was aware of a blue blur streaking back into the bathroom. And in the time it took me to walk the few steps from the hallway to said bathroom....the damage had been done.

So I laughed, ran and got the camera, took a few pictures.

And Emma in her infinite wisdom (still in the tub playing at this point) looks at Bobby, then looks at me, and says "Mom, I think Bobby's going to need some new pajamas."