All I have to say is Tater starts preschool this Tuesday...thank you God!
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Ah, the wonders of parenthood!
I must admit, I've been slacking with the blog lately. I must also plead my case...you see, with trips out of town, PTA meetings and planning, back-to-school rearing its ugly head, and lack of time to actually clean and do laundry, I've been a bit swamped. This summer has been excruciating, and I'm pleased to say it's over...HOORAY!!What has happened since May you ask? Well, among the teeth losing, inch growing, hair pulling days of summer, my boys have learned and done quite a bit. No, we are not one of those families who leave town on glorious vacations abroad or even those who take massive road trips with their kids. We enjoy keeping our money (and our sanity) and prefer to do things a little closer to home. Of course, this may be where the "hair pulling" situations come from, but when you don't have much money, you stay home. Note to self: Come up with a brilliant plan to make money instantly, thus saving my coif for my old age.
This being said, we had an eventful summer. Booga, after some hair pulling, has finally learned how to ride his bike sans training wheels. This is a monumental task for him to accomplish considering we don't have the safest of streets to ride on with the traffic zooming by. He was forced to learn this incredible feat by practicing on our back patio which is only about 20x20. Needless to say, he is really good at turning.
We have also found that our patio is the perfect place to practice fishing for trees. Having bought a couple of children's fishing poles and giving the boys a few pointers on casting, they have become pros at hitting a tree no matter where they are standing in the yard. Don't get me wrong, they can cast a line with the best of them...it just seems to me that the trees in our yard really have a hankering for the casting plug. Virtually sucking it right out of the sky to entangle it in its branches to eat at a later time when us humans aren't around. Yet another hair pulling experience. After several attempts by the tree to entangle the plug so deeply within its grasp that it could save even the pole for later, the instruction turned more towards "see if you can avoid hitting the tree". Now we have two young casting prodigies that may rival the likes of Babe Winkelman. Next step, not jumping into the water while fishing. The joys of baldness.
Having grown my hair back, we embarked on family bike trips to the local high school parking lot and back. I know what everyone is thinking..."that's not a bike trip!" Well, you obviously don't know how out of shape our family was. Exercise has been chasing and playing with our kids. Not to mention the fact that the high school is about 2-3 miles away and it is down the hill from where we live. Did I mention that I was out of shape? Did I mention that the high school is down the hill from where we live? Did I mention that I am out of shape? Oh, wait, yes I did. Well, I am OUT OF SHAPE, and that damn 2 mile hill is a real "get your ass into shape quick" kinda hill when you just want to get back home and sit your fat ol' butt down on the couch in the nice fan breeze. Did I mention that I hate bike rides downhill? I must admit that once the dog days of summer hit, we slacked a bit (okay, a lot) and now I'm in need of more hills.
Then came August and with it the PTA. I know I posted about my never ending volunteer problem. Well, this year, it's gotten worse. Yep, got snagged into being one of the vice presidents this year. Why do I do this to myself? Oh, yes, I enjoy the torture. No, wait, I don't. Anyways, I am now officially in charge of finding fun and exciting activities for all of the families of Booga's school. I'm doing okay thus far, but school did just start. Now you see my dilemma. I have TONS to write about now, but no time to do it! I guess that's a good problem to have. At least I can't say my life is boring!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Triplets?!?!?!
Imagine my surprise! I never thought it would happen in a MILLION years! I must apologize for not writing very much lately, but we've been preparing for our newest arrivals. I must say, I didn't even realize what was happening until I saw them. Three little babies. I mean the nesting began REALLY early this time! I'm hoping we'll have at least one little girl in the bunch! Such a wondrous and adorable sight to see. Of course, there will be those three hungry little mouths to listen to, but when you're adorable...who cares!
Here's their first picture!!!
Ain't they precious?!?!? No, I'm not having the triplets! It's the momma cardinal that has decided to make her family's new home in the rose bush outside our back door! You silly people!
We think they hatched sometime on Tuesday, but they may have been there on the 19th. We're not exactly sure. They are actually becoming fairly used to us coming in and out of the back door. I'm surprised that she was able to sit in it long enough to incubate them since we are almost always right around the nest. At first, we thought that a bird had made the nest and then abandoned it, but then momma started hanging out more and more. She is fine with us walking around (within 4-5 feet) but if we go in the back door, she's gone. That was until yesterday. She's been gone quite a bit and daddy's been on duty.
I am impressed with the amount of attention that daddy has been showing to the little ones! He is quite the dutiful dad. I've been having a hard time getting a picture of him going into the nest because he is FAST! Gorgeous, but FAST! He is much more shy than momma is, and we've had to be really careful when we go in and out of the door while he's around. Momma still doesn't care if we are on the back patio, she's sticking by her kids!
Well, hopefully more pictures as they get bigger!!
(Edited 5/21)
Finally got a picture of daddy at the nest.
Here's their first picture!!!
Ain't they precious?!?!? No, I'm not having the triplets! It's the momma cardinal that has decided to make her family's new home in the rose bush outside our back door! You silly people!We think they hatched sometime on Tuesday, but they may have been there on the 19th. We're not exactly sure. They are actually becoming fairly used to us coming in and out of the back door. I'm surprised that she was able to sit in it long enough to incubate them since we are almost always right around the nest. At first, we thought that a bird had made the nest and then abandoned it, but then momma started hanging out more and more. She is fine with us walking around (within 4-5 feet) but if we go in the back door, she's gone. That was until yesterday. She's been gone quite a bit and daddy's been on duty.
I am impressed with the amount of attention that daddy has been showing to the little ones! He is quite the dutiful dad. I've been having a hard time getting a picture of him going into the nest because he is FAST! Gorgeous, but FAST! He is much more shy than momma is, and we've had to be really careful when we go in and out of the door while he's around. Momma still doesn't care if we are on the back patio, she's sticking by her kids!
Well, hopefully more pictures as they get bigger!!
(Edited 5/21)
Finally got a picture of daddy at the nest.
Monday, March 24, 2008
Tear Jerker...Grab the Kleenex!
I ran across this letter on our computer tonight. This is the wonderful husband that I get to call my own!
My son,
Your Mom has reason to believe that she may be pregnant. We don’t know as of yet if she is. But whether or not she is pregnant is not important at the moment. What is important is that I take these few precious moments that you and your mother are away visiting in ********, to write down my thoughts and feelings about you.
On the night of your birth I was right by your mother. Through every long anguished breath she took during your delivery I was there. Through every push, she held my hand and squeezed until I thought every bone would break. She winced, and yelled, and cussed, and screamed. And then you were here.
I watched for you for what seemed like an eternity. I witnessed every moment of your coming into this world from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet. As soon as I cut your umbilical cord you were whisked over to a table where they cleaned you up and your mother was whisked into the bathroom where they cleaned her up. In no time flat, I was standing in the delivery room alone. And then I heard you coo.
I thought I was alone, but you were right there in a little bed on a table, just staring around at the world for the first time. As I walked over to you, I wondered if you would know who I was. I looked you in the eyes and said, “Hello Booga. Let me introduce myself. I’m your father. Nice to meet you.” You looked up into my eyes and I felt my heart melting. Just then I smelled something rather ripe coming from you. I hollered out to the nurse in the bathroom with your mother,” I think he just took his first poop.” To which the nurse quickly replied, “So change him.” I said, “But I’ve never changed a diaper before.” Then she said with a hint of finality, “Its not rocket science, you’ll figure it out.” So I found all of the changing supplies under the table you were on and started to work. I remember thinking, “Sorry dude if I don’t get this right, but I’m sure I’ll get better.” And the rest as they say is history…
The first few days of your life were really exciting for all of us. Like when we had to rush you back to the hospital because you had jaundice. Your face and eyes were SO YELLOW. You had your mother and I completely scared to death. We took you to ********, (where you were born) where we waited for two hours just to get a room. Then we waited for another hour just to be told that there was a shortage of nurses that night and that we would have to go to ********. This was New Years Eve, and ******** was very busy. We did get a room however and the nurses were very motherly toward you. Your mother and I waited in the room for a doctor when our stomachs started growling. We then remembered that we hadn’t eaten at all that day. So I asked your mother if she would like a hamburger. To which she said, "Hell Yeah!” So I went to McDonalds. When I returned to the room I found you lying in a bed with a needle connected to a tube sticking out of the side of your head! I totally freaked out! “What the hell is going on?!?! He looks like some sort of frankenbaby!!!” After your mom told me that everything was ok and that this was just standard procedure, and that you didn’t even cry, I started to calm down.
That night you had to stay in a little self contained crib with four walls and a lid made of transparent plastic. Inside the lid were some special dark lights that you had to be exposed to for 24 hours to treat the jaundice. I was alone with you for most of the day because your mother was downstairs in the E.R. getting her legs checked out for blood clots. You had this little mask that you were supposed to wear to protect your eyes from the billiruben lights. YOU HATED IT!!! You kept pulling it off and I kept putting it back on. You would cry pretty much nonstop when you weren’t sleeping because your mom wasn’t with you and you knew that. The only thing that I could do to keep you from crying was to stick my hand into the crib so that you could hold my thumb. I had to talk to you while you held my thumb. After a while we ran out of things to talk about, so I started to read one of my fantasy fiction books to you. It had dragons and adventure in it like most of my books, but you seemed to like it quite a bit. Whenever I would stop talking you would cry. So I read quite a lot that day. Your mother managed to sneak into the room without my knowing it and watched us reading my book and holding hands.
As if that wasn’t enough adventure in the first few days of your life, when we were on our way home to our new house in ******, the car broke down! It was freezing cold and we were stuck in the middle of the road miles away from home! We called a tow truck and soon a policeman came and let us sit in his squad car until the tow truck came. But the tow truck only had room for one passenger not two passengers and a baby car seat. So I asked the policeman if he could take us home and he said no, because he was an ******* policeman not a ****** policeman and he couldn’t drive over the state line. I remembered that I still had an apartment in ******** for another month so I told your mom to go with the tow truck to our house and get her car. Then she could come and get you and me at our old apartment. So the policeman took you and me to our old apartment that we lived in before you were born. It was full of trash and boxes and the heat was off. It was below freezing in there. So I turned on the oven and opened the oven door. I wrapped you up tight in your car seat carrier and sat the carrier on the open oven door so that the heat would roll out over you and keep you warm. I sat on the floor next to you and wrapped up in dirty laundry towels until your mom got there. You were nice and toasty. Come to think of it, you slept through that entire ordeal.
Son, I could spend hours writing of all the events that you have brought into my life, but that’s not why I’m writing to you tonight. I’m sitting in a quiet house without my happy, playful, LOUD son, or his mother. And I am forced to reflect on my life. You are two years and five months old. And the last two years and five months of my life have been the happiest times I have ever experienced. The joy that you bring to me is immeasurable. My own mother, your Ma Ma Moe, once told me that nothing I have ever felt will compare to the love that I will have for my own child one day. And she was more right than I think even she realizes. Booga, you are the only thing that I have done in my entire life that is perfect. In my eyes you are PERFECT. There aren’t enough words in the English language to describe to you how a father feels toward his son. But now I have a glimpse of how God feels toward his only Son. I don’t know if your mother is pregnant or not. But if she is the next kid is already starting out behind the eight ball. For you see, he or she has to follow you, and you are one hell of a hard act to follow. I cannot fathom what you will be like in ten, twenty, or God help me, thirty years from now. Because every time that I look at you all my simple mind can see is my perfect little Booga. Your big blue eyes just melt my heart. They have since the day you were born. Your smile is proof to me that God exists. The sound of your laughter is happiness incarnate. Putting a roof over your head, food in your belly, and clothes on your back; putting diaper doo on your butt, putting you through school, or putting braces on your teeth, all of these things I’d do just to sit next to you on this journey through life.
Just know that no matter what may happen, no matter what mistakes you make, no matter what you may do that upsets me in the future, those moments are fleeting, but my love for you my son, is eternal. I know that I will not always make you happy. I know that there will be decisions that I make that you will not like. I know that I will not always be the only friend you need. But one thing that I do know is that I will always be here for you. Even when the day comes that God calls me home, I will continue to be here for you. And if I do my job right as a father, you will be able to hear me talking to you even then.
I cant tell you how much it means to me to see you come running at me with a big smile on your face when I come home from work wanting me to scoop you up in my arms and hug you. Every time I get to do that, I always hold on longer than you want me to. And I have a feeling that it will be like that in everything that we do together in life. But that’s okay. I was like that with my mother. Your Pa Pa Pa wasn’t around for me much when I was a kid. It wasn’t his fault but he wasn’t around none the less. So Ma Ma Moe was both of my parents rolled into one. I hold on to savor the moment so that I can remember what it’s like in the future when your arms are bigger than mine and I have to look up just to look you in the eyes.
Booga, if your mom and I have another child someday I won’t be able to stop the natural emotions of jealousy that occur in brothers and sisters. But if you ever feel slightly or even remotely neglected because of your future brother or sister, all you need do is tell me so that I can have an excuse to hold you and try to tell you what you mean to me.
I know that I will love whatever child the Good Lord decides to bless us with, but remember Booga…YOU are my first born. YOU are my first love. YOU are MY teacher and all other children that come after you get to benefit from the wisdom that YOU give ME. All that I am that is good and all that I do is for you and your mother. Having the privilege of being your father and her husband is thanks enough for me.
Thank you my son for whatever strings you pulled in heaven to get The Lord Most High to give you to me. I am eternally in His debt for that. And for the rest of your days, may God bless you and Mary keep you. I love you and don’t forget to say your prayers. And may you be in Heaven thirty minutes before the divil knows yer dead.
-Dad
My son,
Your Mom has reason to believe that she may be pregnant. We don’t know as of yet if she is. But whether or not she is pregnant is not important at the moment. What is important is that I take these few precious moments that you and your mother are away visiting in ********, to write down my thoughts and feelings about you.
On the night of your birth I was right by your mother. Through every long anguished breath she took during your delivery I was there. Through every push, she held my hand and squeezed until I thought every bone would break. She winced, and yelled, and cussed, and screamed. And then you were here.
I watched for you for what seemed like an eternity. I witnessed every moment of your coming into this world from the top of your head to the bottoms of your feet. As soon as I cut your umbilical cord you were whisked over to a table where they cleaned you up and your mother was whisked into the bathroom where they cleaned her up. In no time flat, I was standing in the delivery room alone. And then I heard you coo.
I thought I was alone, but you were right there in a little bed on a table, just staring around at the world for the first time. As I walked over to you, I wondered if you would know who I was. I looked you in the eyes and said, “Hello Booga. Let me introduce myself. I’m your father. Nice to meet you.” You looked up into my eyes and I felt my heart melting. Just then I smelled something rather ripe coming from you. I hollered out to the nurse in the bathroom with your mother,” I think he just took his first poop.” To which the nurse quickly replied, “So change him.” I said, “But I’ve never changed a diaper before.” Then she said with a hint of finality, “Its not rocket science, you’ll figure it out.” So I found all of the changing supplies under the table you were on and started to work. I remember thinking, “Sorry dude if I don’t get this right, but I’m sure I’ll get better.” And the rest as they say is history…
The first few days of your life were really exciting for all of us. Like when we had to rush you back to the hospital because you had jaundice. Your face and eyes were SO YELLOW. You had your mother and I completely scared to death. We took you to ********, (where you were born) where we waited for two hours just to get a room. Then we waited for another hour just to be told that there was a shortage of nurses that night and that we would have to go to ********. This was New Years Eve, and ******** was very busy. We did get a room however and the nurses were very motherly toward you. Your mother and I waited in the room for a doctor when our stomachs started growling. We then remembered that we hadn’t eaten at all that day. So I asked your mother if she would like a hamburger. To which she said, "Hell Yeah!” So I went to McDonalds. When I returned to the room I found you lying in a bed with a needle connected to a tube sticking out of the side of your head! I totally freaked out! “What the hell is going on?!?! He looks like some sort of frankenbaby!!!” After your mom told me that everything was ok and that this was just standard procedure, and that you didn’t even cry, I started to calm down.
That night you had to stay in a little self contained crib with four walls and a lid made of transparent plastic. Inside the lid were some special dark lights that you had to be exposed to for 24 hours to treat the jaundice. I was alone with you for most of the day because your mother was downstairs in the E.R. getting her legs checked out for blood clots. You had this little mask that you were supposed to wear to protect your eyes from the billiruben lights. YOU HATED IT!!! You kept pulling it off and I kept putting it back on. You would cry pretty much nonstop when you weren’t sleeping because your mom wasn’t with you and you knew that. The only thing that I could do to keep you from crying was to stick my hand into the crib so that you could hold my thumb. I had to talk to you while you held my thumb. After a while we ran out of things to talk about, so I started to read one of my fantasy fiction books to you. It had dragons and adventure in it like most of my books, but you seemed to like it quite a bit. Whenever I would stop talking you would cry. So I read quite a lot that day. Your mother managed to sneak into the room without my knowing it and watched us reading my book and holding hands.
As if that wasn’t enough adventure in the first few days of your life, when we were on our way home to our new house in ******, the car broke down! It was freezing cold and we were stuck in the middle of the road miles away from home! We called a tow truck and soon a policeman came and let us sit in his squad car until the tow truck came. But the tow truck only had room for one passenger not two passengers and a baby car seat. So I asked the policeman if he could take us home and he said no, because he was an ******* policeman not a ****** policeman and he couldn’t drive over the state line. I remembered that I still had an apartment in ******** for another month so I told your mom to go with the tow truck to our house and get her car. Then she could come and get you and me at our old apartment. So the policeman took you and me to our old apartment that we lived in before you were born. It was full of trash and boxes and the heat was off. It was below freezing in there. So I turned on the oven and opened the oven door. I wrapped you up tight in your car seat carrier and sat the carrier on the open oven door so that the heat would roll out over you and keep you warm. I sat on the floor next to you and wrapped up in dirty laundry towels until your mom got there. You were nice and toasty. Come to think of it, you slept through that entire ordeal.
Son, I could spend hours writing of all the events that you have brought into my life, but that’s not why I’m writing to you tonight. I’m sitting in a quiet house without my happy, playful, LOUD son, or his mother. And I am forced to reflect on my life. You are two years and five months old. And the last two years and five months of my life have been the happiest times I have ever experienced. The joy that you bring to me is immeasurable. My own mother, your Ma Ma Moe, once told me that nothing I have ever felt will compare to the love that I will have for my own child one day. And she was more right than I think even she realizes. Booga, you are the only thing that I have done in my entire life that is perfect. In my eyes you are PERFECT. There aren’t enough words in the English language to describe to you how a father feels toward his son. But now I have a glimpse of how God feels toward his only Son. I don’t know if your mother is pregnant or not. But if she is the next kid is already starting out behind the eight ball. For you see, he or she has to follow you, and you are one hell of a hard act to follow. I cannot fathom what you will be like in ten, twenty, or God help me, thirty years from now. Because every time that I look at you all my simple mind can see is my perfect little Booga. Your big blue eyes just melt my heart. They have since the day you were born. Your smile is proof to me that God exists. The sound of your laughter is happiness incarnate. Putting a roof over your head, food in your belly, and clothes on your back; putting diaper doo on your butt, putting you through school, or putting braces on your teeth, all of these things I’d do just to sit next to you on this journey through life.
Just know that no matter what may happen, no matter what mistakes you make, no matter what you may do that upsets me in the future, those moments are fleeting, but my love for you my son, is eternal. I know that I will not always make you happy. I know that there will be decisions that I make that you will not like. I know that I will not always be the only friend you need. But one thing that I do know is that I will always be here for you. Even when the day comes that God calls me home, I will continue to be here for you. And if I do my job right as a father, you will be able to hear me talking to you even then.
I cant tell you how much it means to me to see you come running at me with a big smile on your face when I come home from work wanting me to scoop you up in my arms and hug you. Every time I get to do that, I always hold on longer than you want me to. And I have a feeling that it will be like that in everything that we do together in life. But that’s okay. I was like that with my mother. Your Pa Pa Pa wasn’t around for me much when I was a kid. It wasn’t his fault but he wasn’t around none the less. So Ma Ma Moe was both of my parents rolled into one. I hold on to savor the moment so that I can remember what it’s like in the future when your arms are bigger than mine and I have to look up just to look you in the eyes.
Booga, if your mom and I have another child someday I won’t be able to stop the natural emotions of jealousy that occur in brothers and sisters. But if you ever feel slightly or even remotely neglected because of your future brother or sister, all you need do is tell me so that I can have an excuse to hold you and try to tell you what you mean to me.
I know that I will love whatever child the Good Lord decides to bless us with, but remember Booga…YOU are my first born. YOU are my first love. YOU are MY teacher and all other children that come after you get to benefit from the wisdom that YOU give ME. All that I am that is good and all that I do is for you and your mother. Having the privilege of being your father and her husband is thanks enough for me.
Thank you my son for whatever strings you pulled in heaven to get The Lord Most High to give you to me. I am eternally in His debt for that. And for the rest of your days, may God bless you and Mary keep you. I love you and don’t forget to say your prayers. And may you be in Heaven thirty minutes before the divil knows yer dead.
-Dad
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Beebs and the Batman
Wow! Has it really been that long since I've posted anything? Well, the dates don't lie I guess. As you can imagine, it has been hectic around the Mc household. What else is new?
Well, Tater (aka Beebs) has discovered the wonderful world of Batman. Whenever he hears the theme music come on, he runs to the living room and begins the Tater dance (this involves fingers in the air much like Kuzco on "The Emperor's New Groove"). Then Daddy Mc gets involved with the fighting sound effects and the fight is on! Tater begins his spinning kick/punch move and does his own sound effects. (So much for "the quiet one". I swear, I am surrounded by testosterone and it's not getting any better!) The obsession has grown in the last few weeks and while cleaning out boxes of old clothes in the basement, I stumbled across Booga's old Batman PJ's. Of course, they fit Tater now and he insisted on wearing them immediately. We are soon to have a caped crusader on our hands. The only things missing are the cape and the mask. I think Booga's got one of those around here as well! Like father like sons!
Never a dull moment at the Mc house. Hmmm....is that a new menu item at McDonald's?
Well, Tater (aka Beebs) has discovered the wonderful world of Batman. Whenever he hears the theme music come on, he runs to the living room and begins the Tater dance (this involves fingers in the air much like Kuzco on "The Emperor's New Groove"). Then Daddy Mc gets involved with the fighting sound effects and the fight is on! Tater begins his spinning kick/punch move and does his own sound effects. (So much for "the quiet one". I swear, I am surrounded by testosterone and it's not getting any better!) The obsession has grown in the last few weeks and while cleaning out boxes of old clothes in the basement, I stumbled across Booga's old Batman PJ's. Of course, they fit Tater now and he insisted on wearing them immediately. We are soon to have a caped crusader on our hands. The only things missing are the cape and the mask. I think Booga's got one of those around here as well! Like father like sons!
Never a dull moment at the Mc house. Hmmm....is that a new menu item at McDonald's?
Thursday, February 7, 2008
Another great find from Kim!
Well, as you may know from my last post, I love Kim Komando. She has made my life easier in more ways than I can shake a stick at! The newest gadget she has introduced me to is meebo. It is an instant message website that allows you to log onto all of those other IM programs like MSN, AIM, and Yahoo! AND you can chat with everyone no matter what program they use all at the same time! Best of all....you don't download ANYTHING onto your computer. I've added a "widget" to the blog so that if, by chance, I am logged onto meebo while you are taking a gander...you can say hi!
How has this blog turned into a tech blog? I'll write about the kids in the next one...PROMISE!!!
How has this blog turned into a tech blog? I'll write about the kids in the next one...PROMISE!!!
Saturday, January 26, 2008
This woman is a GENIUS!!!
I must say, I absolutely LOVE getting Kim Komando's newsletter everyday. I have gotten more information, knowledge, and FREE STUFF (yes, FREE STUFF) from her site. I highly recommend adding it to your daily e-mail list. Click on the banner above to go to her site!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Holidays with the Mcs
As you can probably tell, this year has been a bit hectic, especially the last part of the year. Christmas went off without a hitch and so did New Year's. We are truly grateful for that! Christmas dinner was cooked on my new stove (compliments of Nana, Papa, and Bybee) and came out wonderful! Gee, I guess with the new stove, Mommy Mc will have to do more *gulp* cooking! Okay, so I've already made at least 5 dozen chocolate chip cookies with it, several batches of brownies, muffins, and other such things in my HUGE oven. I know what your thinking...where's the healthy stuff? That just happens to be what will be cooked in it now. Chocolate is healthy, right?
Booga and Tater were obviously good boys again this year because Santa Claus blessed them with everything they asked for. Luckily, they didn't ask for much. They have definitely learned that getting less is sometimes more. Besides, the true meaning of Christmas is spending it with family and friends. We had plenty of that this year!
Bybee got to come up and spend some much needed time with the boys. We even had time to throw on our snowsuits and have a snowball fight! I gotta tell you, seeing a 77 yr old woman whoop the tar out of the rest of us is a hoot and a half! She is quite the snow bunny!
It's probably a good thing that Bybee doesn't have internet access or else Mommy Mc would probably get her butt whooped for real for posting these pictures! But how could I resist showing pictures of a woman who is so happy? I mean, this kind of smile only comes around once in a great while! It's only right to show it off, right?
Then, of course, we have the cute "Tater and his new hat" picture! Ain't he just sweet? He loves this hat and insists on wearing it all the time even though it causes him to sweat while he's inside. We even have to hide it while he is sleeping. He's definitely a hat sorta guy!
We have had a wonderful year and hope all of you have a wonderful, exciting, fun-filled 2008!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
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