Marathon Blog--Part 4--The BIG day

Kate picked out the foofiest (made up word but you get the idea) dress she could find.  I was worried it would be a little too much.  After seeing her friend, I wasn't worried anymore.  :)

An attempt at a family picture.

Marathon Blog--Part 3--Happy Birthday, J.

Go ahead, laugh.  The cake was suppose to be a Dinosaur.  Jackson liked it.  I wanted to thank Clint and Cindy for the handcuffs.  Just wait until your kids have a birthday!  And thanks to Dan for bringing twenty of his closest friends--it made Jackson's birthday very memorable.  :)

Marathon Blog--Part 2--Happy Birthday, Katie!

All I can say is that it is very hard to focus a camera with a 20 month tugging on you.  The theme was "fish" in honor of Kate's aquarium.

Marathon Blog--part 1--Soccer anyone?

What the?!?!?!?

Holy Crap!  It's May!!!

A picture I've been saving for a whole post.  Not going to happen.  This is Max photo boothing himself.  Notice I am swooping in to save my computer from the abuse it has surely been receiving.  Love you, Puter.

A May a long time ago. Before wrinkles.  Before I knew what my babies had eaten by the smell of their poop.  Yeah, those WERE the days.  

Oh, and pictures from our events are coming soon.  I just have to charge the batteries to my dead camera, then upload the pics, think of clever, entertaining things to say and then write about a thousand posts and wah-la you will be caught up on our April.  Maybe by June?

Jackson-isms & Ella-isms

Sprite aka spicy water to Jackson.

Jackson: (Out of the blue, off topic)  Hey, Mom! Mom! Mom!

Me: (exasperated) What Jackson?

Jackson:  Did you know you are getting old?

Me: (Sigh) Yes, Jackson, I know.  

Ella: (Talking about a friend she met at soccer practice) Mom, were you sitting by her adult?

Poo

I don't think I've been this embarrassed in quite a while.   Max got a hold of my phone and texted my neighbor.  It wouldn't have been so bad, but the conversation went like this:

Neighbor:  Thanks so much for being willing to help out.

Me:  No problem. Poo

I explained (hours later...when I noticed!)  but you know she's thinking how does a 18 month old type "poo" on a phone. Sometimes you really have to hate predictive texting.  And to answer the next question, I don't often type "poo" in my phone.  Really.  Well, maybe a few times.  But not to my NEIGHBORS.  I PROMISE!!