April 29, 2010
April 28, 2010
I love my truck. She kicks ass. Sure, she eats a lot of gas and yes, she isn't the most ecologically-minded gal out there... but she's what I've got and have to keep her for quite some time. So I love her.
One night several weeks ago, back when B was still Tomato Soup on the ole' blog, we were texting. We were both talking about how one day we blinked, and we were us. Both of us a package deal - me with my 3, and him with his 1. That made 6.
Then came the cutest text from him: "We might have to get a Suburban at this rate. We are 6 peeps! That rules!"
And my return text: "Babe, I've got it covered. My truck seats 8." Who knew that this entire time, perhaps WE are the reason I needed that big ass truck in the first place? Just here, in South Dakota and all...
Needless to say, he hadn't realized. He was excited and lamented on for several more texts about how that was yet another reason to love me. Or something. (Bucket queue right there.) Sorry. Guess you had to be there.
This past weekend, we 6 went to the circus in my truck. We all fit quite nicely. We all fit quite nicely. (Mmm...Love that.) The entire time we drove back and forth to the circus, then to the grocery store, I kept thinking of that night we texted. I thought about how full my heart and our lives are now: of this man I love, of all four of the amazing children in my truck, and I gave thanks to God.
We are so blessed.
I love my truck. She fits 6 peeps, yo.
April 27, 2010
So much about this one that I love. The composition. Her boots. The dog (labradoodle?). Her hair (I should be at that length by football season). Her boots. And also? The boots.
April 26, 2010
From the book of James:
12Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him.
Right. The testing of my faith will develop perseverance. I don't need to worry about Trev or Drew at the bottom of the pile. That's what I'm telling myself today.
April 22, 2010
This is the one I have in mind, in colors for each of us. Loving the caribiner on the top, too.
We have big sideline plans this year, our family. Bleachers, a quilt on the grass, coffee at 8am, all of it. There will a lot of cheering, some worrying, and squealing from the little sister. There will be B, telling Andy to run like the wind and Trevor to wind it hard while pitching left AND right (yes, PITCHING - he has the best arm on the team, per Coach). There will be me, watching with pride as my two bigs strut their stuff, and also feeling much better that we are all ecologically-friendly and hydrated in the scorching sun of Da Plains. Good times.
April 20, 2010
I give you my daughter, playing football the only way she knows how. Please note her curls blowing in the wind.
April 19, 2010
The happy is also enormous and I'm not trying to make it smaller. Can't. No way. Can you tell by looking? Tee hee.
Also, PS: The happy running is still cranked up. I ran 2 miles on Friday. BOOYAH!
April 16, 2010
(Did you notice the 'Drew'? Andy wants to be called Drew these days. So I'm trying it on.)
It is good that they practice now because both of them are playing Junior League this fall. Trevor played last year, but this will be the first time through for Andrew. Of course I'm nervous about him playing. He is awfully tiny. But when I watch him play, I'm less worried.
Little dude takes 10 tries to catch the ball, but once he has the ball, LOOK OUT. He is wicked fast. Trevor has no idea what to make of this. What? Little brother GOOD at something? It's a revelation, I tell you.
Take a peek at what happens when Drew runs the ball after a delicate catch (and pay no mind to my neighbor's messy yard or my football jock hunky dunky):
April 15, 2010
Love God. So, so much. He is one smart dude.
April 14, 2010
April 13, 2010
Mabel loves her purple toenails.
Mabel also enjoyed eating clementines with Nana. That's a favorite for all of my kidlets - clementines with Nana. Not sure why, but Nana = clementines. Good thing I brought home 9 lbs of them before her plane landed.
There was lots of cuddling.
Easter Sunday was lovely, but I didn't take one single picture. I made Pioneer Woman's brisket with loaded baked potatoes, asparagus, and rolls. I put the brisket in at 5am and went to church. B and his friend joined us for dinner. It was delicious (the food AND the company).