last day of kindergarten. . .

It’s kind of sad that my little girl starts 1st grade in the fall.  First grade will come and go and then we’ll send Ellie off to Pre-K and then college for both girls. . .grab a kleenex. . .I can’t take it.  Wait, what’s that?  I get to delete my alarm on my phone?  No more waking up in the morning to an annoying ringtone?  No more looking in the mirror and thinking, “My hair totally doesn’t look like I slept crazy.”  That’s right. . .it’s time to get back into our old routine.  Nine months out of the year we are not in our routine, but for three glorious months, we do what we want.  And we stay up late and sleep in.  Goodbye school, hello summer!!

This was Dustin’s Friday off, so he got to experience the early morning drop off.  Actually, he got to sleep in two hours and wondered why it was after 8:00 a.m. by the time we left for school.  Silly man, the tardy bell doesn’t ring til 8:15 a.m. and there’s traffic.  Okay, so maybe our small town doesn’t have any traffic. . .ever, but it is humanly impossible for me to get out the door before 8:00 a.m.  Miracles are more likely to happen.

“Let’s go get Emma!”  How many times did I hear that the last week of school.  Ellie understands this nine months out of the year we aren’t doing our normal routine.  She loves summer because her Emma is home and they can have sleepovers in each other’s room every night!


. . .and rock on.

Dear Mrs. Thompson,

You’ve been there for all the ups and downs we had during Kindergarten.  From anxiety separation in which she begged you to let her call her Mama to getting our stick switched when she stepped in a rain puddle after you said don’t step in that rain puddle.  You’ve seen our alligator tears and you’ve difused the situation wonderfully.  We are going to miss you, but remember Ellie will be there soon!

Emma’s Mama

Dustin picking Emma up from her last day in Kindergarten.

Ohhh my baby is growing up. . .wipes tear.


Easter pandamonium. . .

We had a great Easter weekend that involved beautiful weather with surprisingly very little wind.  Friday was a little cold, but Emma’s class got to go to the gazebo across from the courthouse for her Easter Party.  I was in charge of desserts and yet again, was not allowed to go.  Emma will tell me, “Mama, I know I’ll cry if you come up to the school and I don’t get to leave with you.  I know I’ll get in trouble at home for crying at school, so I don’t want you to come.  We’ll try this maybe in the 1st grade.”  At least she’s being honest with herself!

We also are trying a new church here in town.  How awesome is it to sleep in Sunday morning, leave three minutes before church starts and still get there with two minutes to spare?!?  Dustin was the time keeper and kept telling us that we had to get going.  We got in the truck and when he sat down in the driver’s seat, he spilled his coffee on his dress pants.  How I managed not to hold my tongue on not make a comment about the time is still a wonder to me!  The girls had fun hunting easter eggs and ate at least two pounds of sugar during church.

Another round of cupcakes.  They are supposed to be easter eggs sitting in grass.

The chocolate cupcake is supposed to be the dirt on the ground.  I asked Emma if she knew what everything was and she got it.  She also loves cookies and cupcakes and would have told me anything I made looked wonderful.  Sweet girl.  Knows exactly what to say to make her Mama feel good.

easter egg #24

Emma the Kindergartener

Emma wanted to hold the easter egg cupcakes and then was saying, “This is really heavy Mama!  Hurry and get the picture!”

“I found an egg.”

“God Almighty!  Who put lemon drops in these eggs?!?”  I love this picture.

Emma here is thinking someone is about to grab this egg she saw from the next lawn over. .

She dove on the ground and in the process lost all of her eggs.  Silly girl! 

Ellie’s not too sure about the Easter Bunny.  This so reminds me of Steel Magnolias!!  “We’ll talk about uncomfortable when you’re nine months pregnant!”

I had on 4″ heels and apparently my head kept getting cut out of the picture.  We opted for a sit down (or as Ellie thought lay down) family photo.

This is the ultimate big sister/little sister picture.  “I’m not touching you.”  “She’s touching me!”

Now they are friends again.

Ellie’s facial expressions are priceless.

Notice the t-shirt Dustin chose to wear on Easter Sunday.

This is one of the 200 pictures Dustin tried to take of us girls.  Ellie smiled for two of them.

The sugar made her a little tired and she was ready to lay down.

This is one of the two of her smiling.

We got the girls some easter toys and I cracked up when I saw the bunny mask.  The girls are such suckers for glasses or masks!  They love anything that has a “Super Hero” look to it.

As always, Ellie can never puts her mask on straight.  So she always ends up being the trusty sidekick. . .with alot of bruises because she can’t see where she’s going.

It’s the Easter Dinosaur?!?  I love the toys in the Easter aisle at Wal-Mart!

my really hip Dad. . .

When the “Papa”razzi can’t take pictures, leave it to his daughter to fill in and get the job done.  I guess for this blog entry, I’m the “Mama”razzi?!?  Still doesn’t have as good of a ring as Dad’s nickname nor did I take enough pictures.  I think I’ve disappointed him!

Dad had his 6th hip replacement Tuesday.  His leg started making a crunching sound when he walked two weeks ago which landed him a doctor’s appointment with his orthopaedic surgeon.  That informative appointment made the discovery of not only did Dad need a new hip, but the pop sound he heard and felt six months ago in his shoulder was him tearing his rotator cuff.  He needed to get his shoulder fixed first because he has to use crutches for a couple of months with no weight on his leg.  Where’s our time table?  That’s right, crunching noise made dr. appt. on Thursday.  Pop noise makes future shoulder surgery in the very near future.  Thank God his hearing is intact to hear all these wonderful sounds. . .and the fact that he has a full head of hair, that’s always nice when you’re a man in your 50s (poor Dust, he’s only 31-years-old).  Now we’re up to date.

So why did Dad have a new hip put in on Tuesday?  Sunday afternoon Dad slipped but didn’t fall on the wet grass at the house just enough to probably make a really horrible sound which ambulances and emergency rooms were involved.  But leave it to my Dad to know the EMTs whom he’ and Mom had dinner with the night before at a golf association function.  The man is fastened to a stretcher while they are probably taking his blood pressure and talking to the EMT in the passenger seat about how his daughter (me) and her son graduated high school together.  The gift of gab my father has even when he can’t move! 

Now it’s Thursday and Ellie and I had lunch with Mom at the hospital.  Ellie’s all about the blood and wires and needles.  She watched Papa get his blood drawn when he went into the hospital while Emma curled up in Nana’s lap and covered her ears while Nana covered her eyes so she couldn’t hear or see anything.  Ellie had Dustin pick her up so she could watch the needle go into Papa’s vein.  Emma is so sensitive and wears her heart on her sleeve, she kept asking me if it hurt my heart that Papa was in the hospital and if was making me almost cry like it did her.  Sweet girl.  I don’t even have the heart to tell her what child birth is like.  However, Papa proved to be a fun lunch date for little Miss Ellie Bellie.  She was not disappointed with the wires and tubes coming out of Papa today.  Plus the noises his bed made when it aired up the mattress and his leg she’s got enough to talk about all weekend. . .she’s can’t wait to go back!

Papa the patient. 

One of the many bruises Dad has on his body.

The doctor had to go through Dad’s knee to “pound” the titanium hip out.  Dad’s doctor later told Dad he got quite a workout during his surgery removing Dad’s hip.  Just thinking about that makes me a little queasy.

I never asked, but like all of Dad’s other hip surgeries, I think the hip incision is about a foot long.  I could be wrong.  I’m sure Dad will leave a comment with the exact measurements!

This is a tradition passed down from my sister and I and now to Ellie.  Ellie is holding Papa’s old hip.  How many show and tells did we take one of Dad’s hip to in elementary school?  Guaranteed show stopper right there.  Dad’s hip even outranked my autographed New Kids on the Block poster and Jonathan Knight pillowcase.  Okay, when you’re done laughing, you can go to the next photo.

My 3-year-old and her Papa’s hip.  And yes, she’ll carry on the tradition of taking Papa’s hip to show and tell.  I don’t think Emma will touch it though.  If she knows blood has been anywhere near something, she starts dry heaving.  Good times at our house with Ellie constantly hurting herself and Emma finding a trash can.

Nana explaining the way Papa’s hip looked before Sunday.  Not connected and in need of a replacement.

The placement of Papa’s hip after Sunday.  I think I might be in need of a trash can. . .move over Emma.

Dad explaining what a hip should look like for everyone.  Mom kept telling Dad to cover up eventhough you couldn’t see anything.  I told him my blog is rated PG-13, so I’m pretty sure nudity is prohibited (I frequent the word damnit occassionally, so it gets a PG-13).  Plus my Dad naked is not on my TOP 10 THINGS TO SEE list.  His bacon wrapped chicken is on my TOP 10 THINGS TO EAT BEFORE YOU DIE list though.  Am I the only one with multiple lists???

The breaking of the hip.

I wish my camera would have focused on the bottom of the rod rather than Dad’s fingers.  The end is supposed to be smooth and it was being “pounded” out of Dad’s leg so it’s a little banged up.  Little queasy and my knee just started hurting.

Papa’s lunch date.  Ellie enjoyed the pepperoni pizza and Papa’s milk and he also saved her his runny milkshake.  Gotta love liquid diets.

If you know my Dad, he carries pictures of his grandkids in the front pocket of his dress shirts.  Mom took these off the fridge at the house so that Papa could have some pictures in his hospital room.  He could also show the doctors and nurses which grandkid he was talking about at that given time.  I guarantee you, his nurses will know my and Jess’ kids’ names, ages, favorite colors, what they want to be when they grow up and funniest moments before he gets out of the hospital.  What can I say, Papa loves being a Papa.  🙂

I thought Dad’s yellow foot was funny looking.

Ellie and I couldn’t agree on the kabloom (she’s thinks they are called kabloom rather than balloon) for Papa.  I wanted the Bob the Builder or Handy Manny giant balloon and Ellie wanted the heart shaped very grandmotherly kabloom.  We found one with butterflies and flowers and the fact it did say “get well” was awesome.  I’m positive if Ellie would have seen the balloons with babies on them, Dad would have gotten a balloon that said “Congrations on your new baby girl!” 

Papa and Ellie before we headed back home to pick up Emma from school.  She’s looking at the bruise on his forearm!  Get well soon Papa.  We can’t wait to color monster trucks and sit in your lap and watch Kung Fu Panda with you!

eat my dust. . .

Here’s the girls on the Sunday they got back from Mom and Dad’s house after my surgery.  I’m the one taking the pictures while I’m trying to hide my giant  ice pack for my boobs.  Imagine a Chinese tourist in New York City.  Okay, imagine a 6′ tall tourist maybe that’s a little more accurate.  I asked Dustin, “Can you tell?”  I think he hid his laughter as he replied, “No.”

As for the bikes, Ellie got a Spike the Dinosaur for her third birthday.  That sentence makes absolutely no sense.  Anywho, she loved playing with the one at Jack and Luke’s house, so we thought this would be a great gift.  Not so much.  She played with it a total of 30 minutes and the rest of the time she just kept running past it to get to whatever she needed in her bedroom.  Luckily, my friend Robin’s son Kellen loves Spike and wanted one for his birthday.  She couldn’t find one in town and Ellie was more than willing to sell her Spike.  She found Spike’s bone and I’m pretty sure carried him down the hall and all but loaded him in the back of Robin’s Expedition!

With the weather getting warmer, Ellie wanted/needed a new bike and we needed to get a do-over birthday gift.  Again, imagine me as a clown in the circus riding a tricycle.  That’s the way Ellie looked on her bike minus the clown face paint and not quite 6′ tall.  She must have had a pretty good growth spurt over the winter.  So, we loaded up the girls a few weeks ago and went into town in search of a bike.  Of course we can’t go to Wal-Mart because of Dustin’s dislike for crowds and Wal-Mart in general, so he thought it would be easier to go to Toys R Us on a Saturday, silly Daddy.  Actually, it wasn’t too bad and Emma enjoyed being that kid flying down the aisles on the bikes.  It doesn’t matter how many signs you post or how many dirty looks you Toys R Us workers give us, parents are going to let their kids try out the bikes before they buy them.

Ellie on her big girl bike.  I think the streamers and the heart-shaped bag attached to the handlebars sealed the deal for Ellie.

Seriously, it doesn’t get much better for a 3-year-old.

Emma’s wearing Dustin’s old motorcycle helmet because we didn’t think about buying another bike helmet for Ellie.  Emma has that, “I’m ready to blow this joint” look.  Oh yah, she’s bad.

Ellie looked like me driving a standard, but without the screaming and crying on her part.  Lots of stop and go, stop and go.  It took her a while to figure out that peddling backwards made her stop.

Emma turned too sharp and caught the handbrake in her leg.  Don’t worry, when Ellie seemed to be catching up, she sped off again.

Good thing Daddy was there because this is how Ellie peddled.  She kept watching her feet and had no clue when a car, dog, walker, etc. was headed her way.

Finally looking ahead.

Ellie’s in the lead!

Not for long.  This is where Ellie was yelling, “WAIT SISTER!!!” and Emma was like, “Eat my dust.”  Okay, she didn’t say that, but it’s amazing the confidence a helmet with flames gives a little girl on her bike with training wheels.

This work is exhausting.

So exhausting.

Ellie crawled up in Daddy’s lap while he was playing his PS3 and fell asleep on him after a vigorous bike excursion.

three little bakers are we. . .

Much like cleaning and ironing, I am not too fond of baking.  As a stay-at-home Mama, those are probably some of the important qualities one must possess to be a stay-at-home Mama.  Baking is too much exactness for my taste.  Measuring precisely and using a thousand different utensils.  And don’t even get me started on the watching and waiting.  Not leaving the oven for too long because we’d hate to burn those cookies.  On my old oven, you had to turn the knobs rather than pushing buttons and let us not forget about the 2005 fiasco of the broiled cookies.  Bake and broiled look alot alike when you just don’t care to bake.

Now cooking I love.  A palmful of this and a sprinkle of that not to mention the around the pan with olive oil and voila!  you are cooking.  So there are maybe a few more steps involved but give me cooking any day of the week over that baking crap.  Yep, I said it.  It’s baking crap.  And as I am writing this, in the back of my head I am thinking about the cake Emma wants me to bake for her birthday party. . .crap.

Anywho, at some point in life, all children must bake.  The girls frequently visit the kitchen while I am cooking dinner and are my little taste testers but yesterday was different.  Apparently while I agreed to a “No Nap Sunday” after church, I thought to myself, “Self, why not just bake something with the girls?”  I was a glutton for punishment.

Actually it went really good and the girls had a blast getting to mix all the ingredients with their little miniature baking utensils and getting all sticky while rolling the biscuits in balls for me. 

I learned that a 3-year-old doesn’t understand why you can’t just drop 1/2 a cup of flour from two feet above the mixing bowl.  I also learned that a 5-year-old who has a fondness of butter can barely resist dipping her fingers in the bowl.  Another food for thought if you will, would be that doubling the recipe is a must when cooking with said 3- and 5-year-olds.  It is not fun for and nor will a 3-year-old and 5-year-old willingly take turns mixing the brown sugar, flour and cinnamon.  Which leads to my fourth discovery that letting your daughters bake with you makes you gain weight because now instead of the planned 16 cherry bites there are 24 mini bites as well as 24 cherry bites.  Seriously, if I have to eat another one of those delicious morsels of cherry pie filling and flaky biscuit with the strudel topping. . .and I’m off to the fridge yet again this afternoon!

Three little bakers are we. . .and apparently if you are a little girl, an apron is a must.  I think my beehive hair fits my apron style.

I’ve got the Limp Bizkit song Rollin’ stuck in my head watching the girls roll the dough.

I have decided that if this baking thing becomes a weekly or monthly activity, we have got to get more counter space.

The topping made a little bit of a mess, but the final product was amazing!  This was one of three batches.

Now I’ve got Rollin’ Rollin’ Rollin’ Rawhide stuck in my head.

Don’t worry.  We were all done with our pastries before Ellie started playing with Daddy’s beard. . .

and sticking her fingers in her nose apparently.  I’ve put some weird things in my food, but boogers are not one of the ingredients.

This was sweet Ellie getting Daddy her princess pillow to lay on as well as a blanket.  She was helping him relax that afternoon.  Then Ellie kept pulling the blanket higher and higher and then sat on Daddy’s throat and cut off some of his air supply.  Sweet Ellie.

Ellie vs. The Wall. . .

We knew Ellie liked gymnastics, obviously because she now wears her new leotard all the time, but we weren’t prepared for the climbing.  She loves jumping off couches, chairs and is constantly hanging from stuff.  I’m cooking dinner and I hear, “Hey Mama!  You gotta see Ellie.”  This is Ellie yelling this because Ellie refers to herself in the third person.  I go around the corner after repeatedly saying, “In a second.”  This is what I find.

Silly Ellie trying to climb the wall.  She’s so funny.

WHAT THE (#@*!!  Ellie dropped down and had that “I’m pretty awesome” face and I grabbed my camera and had her do it again.

This is from the other angle.  Ignore the laundry in the livingroom that is being sorted for the washer machine.

Ellie just kept climbing a little higher.

Anad a little higher.

We made her quit at this point.  Holy crap!  I’m going to have to watch this kid!

Christmas, take four. ..

Finally.  Christmas has come to a close.  Round 4 is over.  Hands down, these were the funniest pictures I’ve ever taken at Dustin’s parents’ house.  We had a ton of fun and again took the girls’ pajamas because we knew we wouldn’t get home until way past bedtime.  Playing Nerts was definitely the most hilarious part of the day, but then again, opening up more presents was the highlight for the girls.  Hope ya’ll enjoy and we’ll see you next year!

Oh yah, I’ve still got it!  I don’t want to start over again mind you, but I’ve still got it. . .after Tacie brought me Adyson’s blanket and told me exactly how to get her to sleep. . .I’ve still got it!

The pandamonium of Christmas.

And the Most Photogenic Couple of 2009 Award goes to. . .


Emma and her apron from Aunt Katy.  I could say that Uncle Wes took part in buying this, but something tells me it was more Aunt Katy.

This was Adyson with all of her presents.

Uncle Wes teaching his niece Ellie how to block a punch.  I think next came how to take a punch in the face!

Ellie and her Uncle Wes.

Emma’s new earrings.

Someone (I think Katy drew his name) got Dustin a Harley-Davidson giftcard at Mema’s house on Christmas Eve.  Trae assumed it was from him and Tacie and started telling Dustin how Tacie felt awkward at first going in there.  After realizing he just told Dustin what they got him for Christmas in a few days, Tacie thought she’d fool Dustin by writing this on the card.

Papaw opening an Academy giftcard from us.  See Adyson eyeballing that giftcard?  We start them out young going to Academy.

The girls having fun with one of two 75′ of butcher paper Aunt Tacie bought them.  We didn’t break out the paints at Meme’s house but it did take a while to find all the paintbrushes Emma threw everywhere when she jumped up and down because she was so excited about the painting.  There was a hole in the package and paintbrushes went flying.

Dustin had no idea about the camera his parents got him.  Unlike myself, my husband loves surprises.

Trae and Tacie

Dustin wearing my new hat. . .at this moment, I’m so glad I didn’t get underwear!  I think you are too!

I know, you have no idea who got this for Adyson.

I got this at the Oklahoma City craft show back in October.  Startin’ them out young to look like biker kids!

My gun knowledge is very limited, so when I asked the question, “Is this a real gun?” only a few people laughed.  Katy didn’t know either.

Darrell’s new gun.

Wes’ ginormous hand holding Darrell’s new gun.

We love us some Hello Kitty.  I finally had to make Emma let me wash her hoodie because she wore it quite a few days in a row.

Ellie painfully watching Pas open up a present.

Ellie deciding to help Pas open his Christmas present.  The anticipation was killing her!

Trae and Adyson

Kristen and Shannon (Dustin’s cousins) came to Texas for Christmas and brought the girls a ton of Princess goodies.

Dr. Ellie’s Vet Office is now open.  The thought of giving an animal a (pretend) shot made Ellie so happy.  Again, why do we not do good with live, breathing animals?!?

Emma waiting for the doctor to call her back for Catty’s check up.  Ellie walked around all afternoon with her doctor’s coat and had decided early on in the day to put her pajama pants on.  I swear she looked like Hugh Hefner!

Is it a guitar???  Is it a fishing pole???  Okay, that last one is a stretch.

Ohhh wait, this is Dustin’s family we’re talking about. . .it’s a gun case.

Poor Adyson.  Paying her dues early on as the little cousin and being dragged around the livingroom in a box.  At least she’s smiling!

This is exactly why we have that talk before Christmas and in the car before going to someone’s house to open presents.  “Emma, what do you do if you get a present you already have or don’t know what it is?”  Emma responds with, “Say, ‘Thank you very much.’ and then ask Mama about it later.”  Apparently she didn’t listen too well.  I just love her facial expression.

Ohhh now she gets why she got staples.  She got her very own stapler.  This is such a better face.

Ellie listened a little more than Emma and that’s why she’s like, “yeah, tape?”  Then she found her stapler and all was right with the world.  Their stockings (as well as all four rounds of Christmas) were craft related.

Katy and Wes

Trae and Dustin got gun holsters (I know, total shocker) in their stockings.

Yep, that’s them drawing their pretend guns.

Gun powder was in Darrell’s stocking.

Meme’s stocking had a gun pouch in it.

And this is where the Nerts game started and you got to see everyone’s competitive side.

Katy won that hand.  Dustin won’t get in her way again!

Everyone had to do their serious face aka their poker face.  This is Tacie’s first attempt.

Here’s her second.

Meme’s serious face. . .remember, she’s got a gun pouch.

Wes’ first attempt at a serious face.

Wes looking like he is posing for a statue built in his honor.

Now we’re getting the seriousness.

Emma, while eating a cookie, is doing her serious face. . .or pooping, I’m not sure.

Shannon’s face. . .or she just smelt Emma’s poop.

“You want some of this?”

This is actally Ellie’s “show me your muscles” pose.  Her serious face and muscle face are both the same.

Seriously, would you mess with this guy?  Drinking a beer and wearing an NRA shirt, would you really mess with my father-in-law??

I’m totally about to laugh because I have no poker face.  If I get a pair of queens, I just start smiling and then Dustin looks and me and shakes his head in dissapointment.

Wes was the score keeper of Nerts.  No calculator, adding and subtracting positive and negative numbers. . .he and Katy are the big winners. . .yah, I’m thinking he cheated too. . .I’m also a sore loser and hope my girls don’t inherite that lovely trait!

How many times did we “pretend” we were burning ourselves with the fake candle flame???  The best is when Darrell put his tongue over it and it looked like the flame was burning through his tongue. . .best Christmas ever!