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Magical

Christmas with a 3 year old is just M*A*G*I*C*A*L. I had forgotten. I’m so glad that I get to remember.

It began with the Christmas tree.

As we got all the boxes out and the tree assembled, his level of excitement rose exponentially with each nativity, each decoration, each stocking that we unpacked. It just made my heart so happy to see the wonder in his eyes.

This year he really was a big help. The teenagers, of course, bolted and were too cool to help me decorate. But not this guy – he was at my side the entire day. He’s quite opinionated too – I think I’m just going to put him in charge next year and I’ll be the elf.

Yes – this is his personality to a “T”.

Given his wonderment of this holiday – it was no surprise to me that he could NOT wait for his preschool Christmas program. I think he asked me 5 times on the way to school that morning if I was going to stay with him and watch. I assured him that I’d be back and there was no way I was going to miss it.

Luckily I was able to sit very close to the front. When he saw me he was all smiles and waved with BOTH hands.

This is Little Man’s best bud, at least in his eyes. He talks about him ALL.THE.TIME. I think they get along quite well.

Now it’s normal in any 3 year old singing program for the kids to get slightly….bored. I was able to capture this phenomenon for you.

 

It was very hard for me to keep a straight face while watching this unfold.

But they did a fantastic job and the teachers timed it perfectly. The little restless stars were able to escape and eat their cupcakes in the nick of time!

I am so thankful for this Little Man and the magic that he’s experiencing this year! Makes it magical for all of us!

More November Stuff

I cannot move on to December until I finish all the November “stuff”. I’m chronologically challenged that way. Even though I have yet to finish our Washington DC trip on here, which was way back in July. As you can tell, I have lost sleep over this fact. But we must move on. As my sister-in-law would say “must press on”.

So – K3 has joined a new 4-H club and he’s hooked. It’s the shooting club – are you surprised? I must admit, I’m almost as excited about it as he is. It’s a fantastic club with amazing facilities. Our county is very lucky to have a state of the art shooting range for these kids. Several in the club have gone on to compete in the Jr. Olympics. How cool is that?

The first big activity for the kids was the “Super Shoot”. The kids and most of the families camped out at the gun range the night before the day of fun. Little Man and I opted for our own bed. K3 had plenty of “family” out there.

I headed back out there early the next morning to watch the fun. Just as they were about to begin the first event – a familiar face surprised us – none other than K3’s PawPaw. I had no idea he was coming. I have no idea how he even found the place because it is in a very, very, very remote location in the middle of nowhere. He’s resourceful that PawPaw! He got to sneak up on Kade – um, no – wrong word, you never “sneak” up on someone holding a loaded gun. He got to surprise Kade with his presence and Kade lit up.

These two have always shared a love, a passion, for hunting and shooting. There was no way PawPaw was going to miss watching his first competition – even though it was just for fun.

He’s the best PawPaw ever, even if I am a little partial.

And my sweet niece came along for the ride as well. It was hard for PawPaw to just sit back and watch. I know everything in him wanted to be right up on that station with K3, coaching him and guiding him. He did a good job of restraining himself.

Have I mentioned before how intense this kid is?

Unlike baseball or basketball or even football – there is NO cheering in this sport. Do you even know how hard that is for this mom? And to top it off he was HITTING those little orange things flying through the air. I wanted to clap and jump every time!

I think I accidentally let a little teensy weeny “yay!” slip out and this was the look I got. Not good.

I learned my lesson though and we carried on. It was a fun day.

Little Man even took his gun and found a friend to play with. I have a feeling these 2 are going to be hanging out a lot at these events in the future!

This was a different type of shooting – sporting clays. They came out from the trees, just like real birds. It was a lot more difficult than the normal skeet houses – but K3 handled it remarkably well.

There are some awesome coaches in this club.

I think it’s going to be an adventure that we’re all going to love!

Thanksgiving Feast

We were held hostage for Thanksgiving this year. Not really, but sort of. Because we had to work the football game, we couldn’t go far. SO – the family came to us.

Little Man was just a wee bit excited to have his cousins here. He LIVES to play with his cousins.

Hubby is not much different – he LIVES to play outside with the boys.

Sometimes when the cousins are here we don’t even take time for clothes. Some of us, not all of us.

Little monkeys.

These two literally do not stop the entire time they are together (& awake). They are quite the combination.

From hard hats to cowboy hats – they played every role they could think of.

Marley gets just as excited when the cousins come as Little Man. ESPECIALLY when the canine version of her cousins show up.

She suddenly becomes the biggest lap dog you have ever seen.

My sweet Big G loves to read! He’s growing up so fast.

The ping pong got pretty intense. No, it got VERY intense.

The pre-feast picture. Yes, we ate on paper plates. Yes, it was MARVELOUS. NO ONE complained because they knew that they would be the one doing the dishes if they did.

This year we all have so much to be thankful for. I am so thankful for our family. I’m thankful we live in a country where we are free to gather and fellowship with each other.

The End of Another Season

For the past 2 years we have been involved with working at the concessions stands at A&M football and basketball games. Turkey Day marked the end of our 2nd football season to work concessions. Even though we would all have preferred to have been home with our families – we made the most of it and had the best time!

We take our job very seriously – can you tell?

Very seriously.

Gosh – now that I think about it – maybe we take our work just a little too seriously.

I mean – we love each other, but sometimes we just get carried away.

And by the end of an evening of flipping burgers and slapping dogs on buns and sloshing drinks – we’re all just a little…..delirious.

Delirious I tell you….

I think Mir had a little too much soda…..

Wait, what? I think I was supposed to be guarding the money. I think I was a little on the tired side.

Some people can still count by the end of the evening – that’s why they are in charge. Me – I’m not in charge of counting anything. Just the camera.

Joyfully serving our customers while everyone else sat comfortably in their own home, by their fire, tummies full – watching the game on their big screen. But, I tell you there was not an ounce of bitterness in our group. Ok, maybe there was an ounce somewhere, but the joy and fun far outweighed any disgruntledness that might have existed.

We are a happy bunch. Turkey day in the concession stand was no different. I have truly loved working with this group of parents and kids. Lifelong friendships have been established and THAT is why we do this.

It’s the MOST wonderful time….

Of the year!

No, I’m not talking about Christmas – that ranks right up there though.

I’m talking about PIG DAY. Hubby came in early this morning as we were getting ready for church and announced that today was the day!

AND THEN…..

He said I got to be the one to go with my girl to pick them up. I almost cried. I’ve never been invited/allowed to go to the pig farm. I got all flustered and started running around wondering what to pack. Oh wait, it’s just a 2 hour drive. Then I remembered the camera. Then I felt like a dork, but I grabbed it anyway.

At the end of a fantastic sermon by a guest speaker – Chuck Norris’s pastor to be exact – the girl & I bolted out of church and headed north to the pig farm. I was absolutely giddy. The girl kept looking at me like I had truly lost my mind.

We got there and had to wait on Mr. Pig Farmer to come back to the barns. The girl told me I could not just take off and start petting all the pigs. Mr. Pig Farmer is very careful not to “contaminate” his pigs with outsiders. OF ALL THE NERVE. So I stayed put.

When Mr. Pig Farmer came back to where we were, he took us to the nursery! YES – he has a nursery! I was in heaven. The babies were no longer tee-ninecy, but they were all still little enough to be adorable. Oh wait, they’re always adorable.

I really had to restrain myself from just jumping right in to the pens with all of them and loving on each and every one. I didn’t want to embarrass the girl in front of her breeder – so I held myself back. I did talk to all of them though.

She finished all of her pickin’ and we loaded ‘em up and headed south. Oh – and just to mention – it was 20 degrees cooler at the pig farm than it was at home. Texas weather is SO FICKLE.

We got home about the same time as our boys finished up at the gun range. Here was Sweet Baby’s reaction to what waited for him in the back of the truck.

I think he’s been looking forward to this day as much as I have!

We got their pens all ready for them, got them unloaded and tucked them in for the night.

These 3 I think we’ll call Larry, Curly & Mo. They are not near as skittish as our previous little pigs have been at first. Two of them were ready to play!

This little guy is MY project. He has already stolen my heart. He’s the most docile of the bunch. He loves to be loved. I think I even heard him call me ‘Momma’, but don’t tell the girl I said that out loud. She’ll ban me from the barn forever.

And this is the 4th one. Not sure what we’re going to call him. Sweet Baby has already claimed him. We’ll see what he comes up with for a name.

Yes, I know how the story ends. But every year I hold out hope that just maybe I can keep 1 of them as a pet. This just might be the year!

One of the many reasons….

That I love, love, love Friday night football.

These things I ponder

Today is Wednesday. About Wednesday every week my brain is full. Too full.

This morning the overload was evident.

As I stood before the mirror trying to put on mascara, I wondered how women who really cannot see without their glasses put on their eye make-up every morning.

I mean – you obviously can’t do it with your glasses ON.

I don’t see that bad without my glasses, but bad enough that I have to get really, really close to the mirror to see what I’m doing, squinting the entire time which makes the application of anything on my eyes difficult.

So I wondered – how on earth do some women make it out into the world without looking like a clown?

This question haunts me today.

I {heart} Football

Weird. I know.

I’ve always loved college football. NOT pro. Always loved high school football.

But now – now I have a new love.

Jr. High Football :)

Um, helloooo??? I may not know what position he plays, but I know a facemask when I see one. GIT YOUR HANDS OFF MY BOY’S HELMET!

Oh my – Not sure if I’ll make it through the season.

You have to be awfully brave to hold that tee-ninecy ball while some big kid is coming right at you to kick it right out of your hands.

And it was right about here that he got PLOWED. There should be a “roughing the ball holder” penalty. I’ll have to talk to the commissioner about that. Is there a national Jr. High football commissioner? There should be.

Oh sweetness. Challenging. Adorable. Firecracker. All rolled up into one.

He loves coming to the games. Today he played the part of the budding track star. It was quite the show.

This is the reason that I have a newfound passion for the GAME of football. I love #18!

Back to DC

To continue with our DC trip last month – here is a picture that took my breath away. I did not take it. I believe it was taken by a staffer from WLC.

It so perfectly captures the solemn atmosphere at the Vietnam Wall, or any of the memorials for that matter.

This is sweet girl’s entire group that was together for the week. I enjoyed the time I got to spend with them and get to know some of them. They were a great group of kids. Sweet girl loved getting to know so many people from so many states. I do believe she made some friends for life – again.

The Metro. I think every time we rode the Metro it was an adventure. What was amazing to me was that the conference leaders were able to coordinate ALL THOSE KIDS and get every one of them on the Metro AT THE SAME TIME. Seriously, that is no small feat. It was hard enough just to get the 6 of us from the airport to the hotel on 1 subway. But over 100 kids?! They did it. It was fun to watch too.

This was the start of our night tour. They loaded everyone on charter buses and toted us around DC to some of the major memorials.

And the kids were none too happy to be in “official dress”, it was still over 100 degrees outside.

World War II Memorial. It’s one of the most recently opened ones – 2004.

Each state had a pillar. We found Texas!

And one of my other heroes – Thomas Jefferson Memorial.

 

And on to the FDR Memorial. This one was very different – very spread out – lots of water.

 

And sweet girl thought she was so funny - “Look Mom! I’m taller than Montana!”

 

The Korean War Memorial – very creepy.

The Lincoln Memorial at night was just as breath-taking and awesome as it was during the day.

And this was where we ended. It was an awesome tour, even though our tour guide mistakenly called Eisenhower - “David Eisenhower”. That one hurt, but she is a native of Sweden so I guess I can’t get too upset.

Tomorrow – FFA goes to the Capitol.

One Sunday Morning

It was Sunday morning

We ran a little late

Nothing new

Par for the course

On a Sunday morning

Scrambled to the car

Buckled ‘em all in

Honked the horn for #4

To “GET IN THE CAR”

On a Sunday morning

Off we went

Down the road

Hit the highway

Thankful there was no traffic

On a Sunday morning

Then I thought about it

And I got sad

Because

There was no traffic

On a Sunday morning.