POST #1 for 20-11

Well, now that I have recovered from my New Year's excitement....

I mean who can top sitting around watching football with your dad

and listening to your mama talk about how

"once you have done NYE in New Orleans, TWICE, everything else is pretty much ehhhhhh."

Plus your hubs going to bed at 9 because he must be up SOOOO early to hit the woods.....

We've got fun, yes we do!

We've got fun, how 'bout you?

All sarcasm aside, we really did have a good weekend.

New Year's Day, mama traded in her memories of her time in the Big Easy for a movie with some of the grandkids and actual kids. Of course, when someone mentioned they hadn't sat that far back in a theater since high school....

I am not sure Disney could erase the mental pictures that were provoked...

not even in a mess of magic golden hair.

Sunday, the Mcs and I went to church.

They gripped the entire way there.

Why do we have to go? Why can't we stay home?

Then when I picked them up a tad early, they griped.

Why are picking us up so early? Why are we leaving?

Worse than women about changing their minds.

Except for yesterday.

Yesterday they were very clear about not wanting to go to school.

WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE US ALONE!

I'M STILL 'LEEPY!

I drug the little monsters out of bed and

dropped them off with a smile (mine, not theirs)

at the front doors of the school building.

Praise the Lord!

The little creatures I picked up yesterday were much nicer.

Until we started homework.

That last week before Christmas is full of games and fun and food.

That first week back is the reckoning.

However, we will choose to have a good week!

Hope you guys do as well!

PARTY OVER HERE!

Another New Year's Eve!

One of the things I looked forward to the most about

being married were all those romantic NYEs

we would be spending together.

Fancy dinners.....

Couple's parties with favors and stellar appetizers.....

That movie perfect kiss right at the stroke of midnight.....

Like when Ryan reached Marissa just in time.....

(Sorry, residual flashback from HH's obsession with The O.C.)

Seems I will be welcoming in 2011 hanging out at my mama's house,

in bed probably by ten,

with some MC's foot probably in my back,

while HH and the other MC rest up for the last weekend of hunting.

I wouldn't trade that for all the fancy parties in the world...

Happy New Year to you all!

May the love of Christ Jesus mark every one of your days

and may you choose to love Him back even more.

SUPERHERO MODE

The MCs were blessed with a large amount of costumes for Christmas.

Today we have been Batman.

We watched Batman Begins this morning.

We found a secret lair under mama's magnolia tree.

Right now,

we have swords made out of markers,

and are fighting our way through the sands of time with Dastan.

Overall, a pretty good day.

COMING INTO THIER OWN...

Where did we leave off?

Oh, that's right....a bird in my truck.

We spent Saturday evening putting up the Christmas tree.

I tried to have some order to the decorating, but it fell on deaf ears.

Much like the

"I wish TuTu and MooMoo were here to do this.

They could do it much better.",

and the

"You should see Nanny's tree. It is AWESOME!"

comments I heard.

My confidence is in Christ Jesus.....My confidence is in Christ Jesus....

The past week has gone by quickly.

The MCs are coming into their boyhood together and it's a bit overwhelming.

They witnessed Bella kill a possum in the woods,

while they held her by a leash,

and drag it up to the front yard.

They let a baby snake go right by my front door

and took turns picking it up.

There are army men EVERYWHERE!

A fist fight or two may have broken out.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

Hope you had a Merry Christmas.

We ate too much,

slept too little,

and have the trashed out house to prove it.

I hear ManTracker in the background.

MCs have control of the remote.

I am off to regain control of my house.

And hopefully my waistline!

Have a great week!

A BIRD IN THE TRUCK IS WORTH A LOT OF POO...

The past weekend HH abandoned us for the call of the great outdoors.

Really it was the call of his daddy and baby brother, but referring to it as the "call of the great outdoors" seems more masculine.
Friday was party central at the MCs school. MC 1 had a PJ & Polar Express party, a movie I am pretty sure shows up in the TEKS somewhere. (Texas Education joke. It's funny.... I promise). MC 1 had pancakes and sausage. Trust me, that is his kind of party. All the fun wrapped up and we were all home by 10 AM. Yes, I had to entertain my kids ALL DAY. We watched movies. The they cleaned their room. That took 2+ hours. They finished just in time for us to go watch my sister coach her basketball team. We don't want to talk about it. Moving on to Saturday. Around 10ish I was looking out the kitchen window, talking to MC 1, when I noticed a bird around my truck. Looking closer, it appeared the bird was trapped IN my truck. MC 1 and I go to check it out, and yep, there is a darling little blue bird in my cab. It is obvious he has been there awhile. Someone left a window cracked. You would think if he could get in through the window, he could get out. Not true. There we were out in the pasture, I in my robe and MC 1 in his pj's, trying to set the caged bird free. I open the driver side doors, and the bird does what you would expect. He goes to the other side. I tell MC 1 to open the passenger back door, which he does, and the bird goes to the front of the passenger side. I now understand why he was trapped. This bird is an idiot. The dogs had followed us out to the truck, and it was about this time that Bella spotted Mr. Bird. Next thing I know she has jumped in the front floorboard of the truck and is trying to navigate around the steering wheel to get a snack. I go into yell mode.

MC 1 Open the door! Open the door!

For some odd reason MC 1 began to panic and froze up. Not the kid I need in an emergency.

I am yelling OPEN THE DOOR! whilst having visions of the carnage in my truck should Bella actually get to the bird.

MC 1 is trying to be brave and open the door.

Bella is trying to navigate my front seat.

I know the neighbors wonder about us.

I know they do.

Finally, MC 1 gets the door open and Mr. Bird flies away, just as Bella breaks free from the steering wheel.

Then we came back inside.

How was your Saturday morning?

A CLICK AWAY

Today, I wrote over here.
I hope you will go read.
I pray the Lord speaks to you.
Have a great weekend!

THAT THING CALLED PECKING ORDER...

This is the MCs tree.

I decorated it for them.

Someone has redecorated it.

Notice the location of the cowboy ornament.

Now notice the location of the tractor ornament.
Someone desires to establish the pecking order.
In my best Chandler Bing impression,

Could it BE any lower?

I actually have video of the culprit.
However, he is sporting his undies only
and dancing to The Carol of the Bells as he decorates.
It really is funny, but he would hate me in a few years,
and the Bible clearly says not to provoke your children to wrath.
This would.
However, if I see you in person,
and I have my camera,
feel free to ask me and I'll show it to you then.