halloween circa 2005

man do kids grow fast.
this seriously feels just like yesterday.

my boys, thing and dino force black power ranger are in full effect here. i mean look at those stances. while on the subject of stances look at my little guys foot on top of my big guys foot. L O V E !
to this day this little err big dude still puts his feet on top of ours. he a snuggler and likes to feel close to his people. i think that why he does, but you know i'm no psychologist.

also i sort want to but also sort of don't want apologize for this space turning into a remember zone for me. but hey, blogging wasn't a "thing" when my kids were little. So it is what it is. HA. and i really just want to remember. we haven't taken part since 2009. my kids spent a lot of time freaked out...we quit halloween. ;)

i hope you all enjoy the heck out of your day today. whatever you do whether or not you observe halloween or not.

a sentimental sap

yesterday i was stopped at a stop light and i looked over and saw these beautiful flowers growing in the center divide. i quickly glanced around looking for cops pulled out my camera and took a picture. you see, i want to plant some flowers in my yard but every time i go to the nursery i'm so overwhelmed by all the pretty flowers that i leave empty handed. i wanted to remember these flowers. when i went back to the photo the "good guys" sign caught my attention, and instantly my eyes filled with tears of remembrance. 

when my first born was around two and a half or three, he loved toy story, and rescue heroes. everyday we he would say, "momma we're the good guys aren't we?" noticing the theme of good versus evil.  i would reply, "yes baby we are." one day in the midst of him play with his toys he looks up and ask again, "momma we're the good guys aren't we?" but this time i said, "yes, i think we are, but why do you think we are?" his answer blew my mind. "Momma we're the good guys because we're christians. we love Jesus and he loves us, that makes us good." 

you know that tingly feeling you get that starts at the top of your head and washes over your entire body? the holy spirit. at that moment i got it. and it made me realize that even if we don't think our tiny babes understand what we are telling them, they do. especially the big things that we adults questions. the tinies just know.

for my whole life i have never been a cryer. then i had children. with each passing year, each new memory, and sweet remembrances of yesterday i have turned into a sentimental sap ready to erupt at any moment. 

sk8 or die.

that's what i always say

sorry about the bad quality. i really need to use my big girl camera more often.

have you heard of Penny Boards?

it has been a topic of conversation in our house since october. this week, finally, after months of humming and hawing, my boys pulled out their hard earned cash and each bought one. 

me, being the voice of reason, kept telling them, "why do you need a penny board? you have perfectly fine skateboards." to which they replied, "MOM. penny boards are easier to ride." with the look of DUH written across their faces. WHATEVER! it's their money. 

well let me tell you a little story about what happens when i take the boys to the sk8 shop.

every time we walk in it goes like this...

MOM. i don't have any shirts. 

MOM. i don't have any shorts. 

MOM. I need a belt.

MOM. i need a new hat. (my boys ARE NOT hat wearers)

MOM. i need new sunglasses. (not for a c note you don't)

MOM. MOM. MOM.

thursday was no exception. 

it went like this. between me and tiny man.

"MOM. you know how our class is going on a tour of the Junior High tomorrow? well my teacher said that we needed to dress nice. i don't have ANY nice clothes." 

i looking into my mind while it flips like a rolodex cataloging all of his nice clothes i say, "yes you do honey." 

"MOM. but they aren't that nice." and i really want to make my teacher proud by dressing nice like she asked."

i try with all my might to keep my face blank because i know exactly what's going on here. i knew from the start. he thinks he's a BA going to tour the junior high campus and wants to look "cool." i did the same thing when i was little, and i'm here to tell you apples do not fall to far the trees. he he! so as usual, because i have "SUCKER" written across my head in big bold letters i give in and buy him not one but two new shirts and a pair of shorts. touring the junior high campus is a big deal you know. and one just may need an outfit change. :)

and while we are on the subject can we just have a moment of silence and/or prayers for the sadness i am feeling over the fact that come august i will no longer have a child in elementary school, and not only that, big man is starting high school in august. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN? hold me. i am far too young for this. for real. my sons friends ask them all the time if i am their sister. ha! so that must prove i'm to young for this right? RIGHT.

another little funny about yesterday. we had our close friends son with us. the boys were looking for shirts. size small shirts. there were none. i found a few and i said. "hey guys how about these? they're cool!" to which our friends son replied, "i have learned that if moms think a shirt is cool...it's not."

whoa!!! tell me how you really feel. and by the way i am cool. you can't convince me that i'm not.
BOOM!

and because my feeling may have been a little worn out and tender i bought my self a happy.
i love my new hat.

i hope you all have a happy tuesday.

precious moments

i witnessed a PRECIOUS MOMENT today. it was a special gift from God.


as you all know my first born started Jr. High on monday. *tear* he has lots of classes and lots of ginormous books, as does the rest of the student body.


i was waiting in the pick up line today to get my baby (whose not so baby anymore.) all the kids were coming out of the school ready for their journey's home. i see this little girl struggling with her backpack. it was stuffed. she was struggling. 
she started to laugh. so i think to myself what the heck is she laughing at.  i looked around and i see this big huge man dressed in a jumpsuit. he must be a mechanic of some sort. he walked over to her and picked up her back pack. she looked up into his face with eyes that said you are my hero, looked down and shyly shook her head. he bent down and kissed her on the cheek and gave her a hug. Obviously he was DADDY. he threw the backpack over his shoulder making it seem as though it was light as a feather and they started their walk back to the car. after only a few step she put her arm through his. with a big huge smile on her face.
Dad caught me staring at them. surely looking like a freak. being nosey runs in my family and we are obvious. so all i could do is smile. 

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big hot steamy tears started running down my face. i am not sure why? i think it was because it was so sweet and tender. it also made me wish i had a daughter so my husband could have a relationship like that with his little girl. But, alas God's plans ARE the best plans.


it's moments like these that assure me that there is still love & kindness in this crazy world!

thank you Lord for allowing me to witness this sweet 

precious moment.