happy, happy day sister....

here's a shout out to my dear, dear sis......
happy day-after-your-birthday. i have to say, although she's 40 something (43....sorry, i had to say it!) she's still one of the Coolest moms i know. her kids think she's fun & i know they really respect her. i too, think she is the COOLEST person i know. i'm proud to call her my sister. i love, love, LOVE you my dear lori. here's to another 43 years.

i had to dig up some old pics. these were the only ones i could find in a pinch. how sad is that? we need to have another visit so we can take more. :)

we're a very patriotic family. our blood runs red, white and blue. every time i hear the song 'proud to be an American', it brings me to tears. the nation anthem gets me every time. so when i saw our cat, lounging out in the garage, on our old flag, my heart swelled with pride.
lucky for her, i didn't give her the usual 'toss' (THROW HER) outside!
i just didn't have the heart.
good kitty, good patriotic kitty.

double digits....

our Samuel just celebrated, this past thursday, one decade on this earth.
we are in awe and how witty this kid is.

God has been good.

for his big day he wanted to have a few friends over for a Super Soaker party. since it was the last day of school, we decided to Go for it. with his cousins over and a few friends for his brothers, we hosted 11 little boys (and one girl, bai :)). it went amazingly well. they are at a great age where they entertain themselves. for 6 hours they never stopped. Lisa, kathy and i spent the afternoon lounging out in the sunshine, sipping on cool drinks while soaking in the fun.


Happy Birthday Dear Samuel, what a JOY you are.

take me out to the ballgame, take me out to the crowd....

this is what accures on a sunday afternoon when you live in a household of boys. those who know me, know i'm NOT a sports person. don't have an athletic bone in this old body.
never have.
never will.
i hate all the running, all the stradagy is just too much for me. i'm more of a sidelines person. love to watch baseball. love the sound of baseball. hate the thought of actually PLAYING baseball. but, again, being in a house full of boys, it's my motherly duty (once a year) to PLAY a game with them.
after my first (tenth) ATTEMPT at hitting it, i asked them if they had any advice for their dear old mom.
sam says, "um, you could try hitting the ball".
"oh, is THAT what you're SUPPPOSED to do?? stupid me".
so i WACKED IT! (a bunt. i meant to do that)
i made it past first, then on my way to second, i was ATTACKED. out of NOWHERE rye and jack AMBUSED me.
i'm sorry, didn't realize that baseball was a CONTACT sport.
i think they were just afraid that i was actually going to score.
ya, that must have been it.

anyway, i have to admit, i enjoyed it. for the first time EVER, i enjoyed a baseball game while on the team. could we be on to something here??
i think not.
i do love these moments. while standing in the outfield, i looked around and took it all in. oh, these are the moments that i wished would never end. the sound of laugher. the sweet smell of compitition.
loved it.
loved it all.
until next year.....