tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-46260013190899273432024-03-19T03:24:39.655-07:00The Cox ChaosWelcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-50189456194674824952010-04-26T19:18:00.000-07:002010-04-26T19:36:22.877-07:00How about Easter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJGnycncUC6WoiBN1jgPDVkScqBlXVwGeQflgkHrNZ3I3GLPZk_kxSrNLj1hNPntq7zx4Wo8gj9gAib-Iu232BWhTwZ1cd2oBWFeCZvb1PV_e0w4ixg9bJWdPPuVq4yMFeJcbq7B69U8/s1600/spring+2010+066.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJGnycncUC6WoiBN1jgPDVkScqBlXVwGeQflgkHrNZ3I3GLPZk_kxSrNLj1hNPntq7zx4Wo8gj9gAib-Iu232BWhTwZ1cd2oBWFeCZvb1PV_e0w4ixg9bJWdPPuVq4yMFeJcbq7B69U8/s200/spring+2010+066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464640534294684018" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDebPXEJ4iZ5OUmmY7va8lXSHZwomZOS71vIfp3slWUufcXByRHlIZLqNXYQEOaiMwT8TqRJNOjWbL9MDEwF0yegZ9paerPMPDHVEgH7f-SH2xghKEahEfS0JW8JeGTxyKF1dVV5ECb7A/s1600/spring+2010+035.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDebPXEJ4iZ5OUmmY7va8lXSHZwomZOS71vIfp3slWUufcXByRHlIZLqNXYQEOaiMwT8TqRJNOjWbL9MDEwF0yegZ9paerPMPDHVEgH7f-SH2xghKEahEfS0JW8JeGTxyKF1dVV5ECb7A/s200/spring+2010+035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464640519723702178" /></a><br />Yes, I know it is almost May and the last blog update was in February, but I warned you that it would not always be first on the list but I am feeling a bit guilty (thanks, Brandi) and will attempt to move on. March brought Spring Break YEA!!There is nothing better than waking up and realizing you don't have to take kiddos to school - they can just stay home and play all day. <br />We enjoyed hanging out around Mimi's house playing with our hilarious cousin Hudson and our beautiful nieces Ellie and Olivia. It was a great week of relaxing and being with family.We even took a quick overnight trip to Waco to see family and Michael's premiere acting debut in Beauty and the Beast.Of course we also picked up a few new Baylor shirts thrilled that Baylor was competing for a Final Four spot in the NCAA tournament. We almost didn't know how to act. It was good times. <br />Easter came along and it was a great time of celebration at Vista church and with our family. As casual as our church attire is these days, I always think of my mom and hustle myself to get an "Easter Dress" for the girls and spiff up the boys a little bit too. Some habits never fade. So, enjoy the pics of a relaxing Spring Break and the "Hurry up and take their picture while they are clean" Easter picture.Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-56439540055847484822010-02-20T14:33:00.001-08:002010-02-20T14:51:11.266-08:00sNOw SCHOOL day!!!!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-wD2ppHT3dk0gCbTVskv3Ot46PTK3tSk2RWeCyhRhQ0JxopqxcknJvqqTx5WlH-liAp-WaF160YTGplG2WxYCj3nUWBSHF010z6dm0Oe29Ewj_qZgE2JUjLHcXlhPocgRQ2r3T7aHp0/s1600-h/Feb.+2010+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3-wD2ppHT3dk0gCbTVskv3Ot46PTK3tSk2RWeCyhRhQ0JxopqxcknJvqqTx5WlH-liAp-WaF160YTGplG2WxYCj3nUWBSHF010z6dm0Oe29Ewj_qZgE2JUjLHcXlhPocgRQ2r3T7aHp0/s200/Feb.+2010+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440461933407924242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKipAjIOgTnWw7S5_b8nB8iJ3WHFcS76rvz5O4ewI29C4p83B2yNT1efs9pY6SEc86sEm8ob-1yl5br09KHI7_0iztEvgippGqGkCZizAEuHVXvAJKSrr0uYCvrBkXDOhDltT81_eH0g/s1600-h/Feb.+2010+028.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitKipAjIOgTnWw7S5_b8nB8iJ3WHFcS76rvz5O4ewI29C4p83B2yNT1efs9pY6SEc86sEm8ob-1yl5br09KHI7_0iztEvgippGqGkCZizAEuHVXvAJKSrr0uYCvrBkXDOhDltT81_eH0g/s200/Feb.+2010+028.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440461930252214994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkjP-V0BA1jyB3QDjt3TV2mRA1U6J7rwN96i6hzB19NjU0Psjf0npab0SN3uipxpl0r8FmL3udktSlg_pNX52q8415Cyg00PxVYN3grt1oUWDcOSn2RVNNDfIaflxk5UPU6PXaKoXDKU/s1600-h/Feb.+2010+018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUkjP-V0BA1jyB3QDjt3TV2mRA1U6J7rwN96i6hzB19NjU0Psjf0npab0SN3uipxpl0r8FmL3udktSlg_pNX52q8415Cyg00PxVYN3grt1oUWDcOSn2RVNNDfIaflxk5UPU6PXaKoXDKU/s200/Feb.+2010+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440461924721365090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesJtPhrCJxTRER4zr_WWSt0u3LmSVcGir7Qw4f2Ecito51npAx70zpWBT0oo6wnOpU4MVSdeGc_JUTSk63Q4BklrsIBJKfmZZfQyd0RBLPBFU-b2AAIr89MUxOur_d5tQZjUxAEX8Wg4/s1600-h/Feb.+2010+033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiesJtPhrCJxTRER4zr_WWSt0u3LmSVcGir7Qw4f2Ecito51npAx70zpWBT0oo6wnOpU4MVSdeGc_JUTSk63Q4BklrsIBJKfmZZfQyd0RBLPBFU-b2AAIr89MUxOur_d5tQZjUxAEX8Wg4/s200/Feb.+2010+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440461913761182530" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2sqvI5eyClQRBSHL6RzYj-iPVO1i2xtyVDIy1bGyz50_0Lbp0P3H-2bLM8XZYvtVodB4KtAaJP9NZPkGatS5APb-Fd9Gdybsj85p2-nc2xH2uM5VrBfz55oysIThUel81NBu-LWkJ84/s1600-h/Feb.+2010+029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2sqvI5eyClQRBSHL6RzYj-iPVO1i2xtyVDIy1bGyz50_0Lbp0P3H-2bLM8XZYvtVodB4KtAaJP9NZPkGatS5APb-Fd9Gdybsj85p2-nc2xH2uM5VrBfz55oysIThUel81NBu-LWkJ84/s200/Feb.+2010+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440461912729547234" /></a><br />What can be better than not having to go to school and getting to be with my kiddos at home.... snow! I have never in my life (that would be all &%$#! years of it) seen snow like this. It was gorgeous coming down with flakes the size of my palm and it was amazing when it settled - 1 ft. in our yard! We did have the BIGGEST SNOWBALL FIGHT EVER. Jackson built a fort to hide behind, Grace was more to using the scream and run to attack method and Maddie... well, we found her accessorizing the snowman which was hand crafted beautifully with the help of our incredible friends Shelli and Brett who grew up in Nebraska and knew how to handle all this. Walker held his own during the snowball fight even sneaking up on adults and pelting them in the back ... and then running for his life. It really was amazing. <br />We also did a little hillbilly snow sledding on a deflated plastic swimming pool and plastic tub lids due to the fact that NO ONE OWNED A SLED. The kids thought it was the bomb.... and they can talk about how hillbilly it was when they are older and blaming us for tacky things in their lives such as this.I love it! Great Memories.Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-19614080418383834442010-02-16T18:26:00.000-08:002010-02-16T19:03:33.202-08:00The Cox Birthday Rounds.... Finale<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho09vU3rX7XiBTID91NFnuFB4YsH6pDTD_dlK-8yAGdr66vW4W-qKfJyXytaReRpNP1lnp-deU-Y8SBT_eOQ2B5Wa5TCHcKPo2Lmh2m2ACiwxETtOonbGSDaXe2OekjXIcn2QaVWN6kJw/s1600-h/photo+(16).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEho09vU3rX7XiBTID91NFnuFB4YsH6pDTD_dlK-8yAGdr66vW4W-qKfJyXytaReRpNP1lnp-deU-Y8SBT_eOQ2B5Wa5TCHcKPo2Lmh2m2ACiwxETtOonbGSDaXe2OekjXIcn2QaVWN6kJw/s200/photo+(16).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439041053868435250" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwgEGJDrn8jyd_e95rGx4Xp2jUYnROa9KUcuU1j3Hm6p42SBEM7iprhhBz3gjKn0TUpotifnWLXt0T8PIfovqu3fNhHsk84tS0yxRHmWzOb-nHFPxnGFHO7IMY0JuV3EbCNbDEaqcCwpI/s1600-h/Feb.+2010+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwgEGJDrn8jyd_e95rGx4Xp2jUYnROa9KUcuU1j3Hm6p42SBEM7iprhhBz3gjKn0TUpotifnWLXt0T8PIfovqu3fNhHsk84tS0yxRHmWzOb-nHFPxnGFHO7IMY0JuV3EbCNbDEaqcCwpI/s200/Feb.+2010+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439041049800032850" /></a><br /><br />Well, it is finally here... the finale of the birthday rounds - Jackson. We celebrated with a weeknight trip to Waco for a Baylor Men's Basketball game, which we won.... yes, we won.... and actually we have been winning... hmmm. <br />Turning 11 this year, just looking at our first born reminds me that time is ticking and going to be running right out my door before I know it. Of course, his father keeps telling him that he is moving out the minute he turns 18 and being ever mindful of when his birthday is, Jackson has concluded that he will have to finish his last few months of Highschool in a tent in the backyard or at Mimi and PawPaws. Jackson is our ever present reality check as he is the first to experience so many things. Some things Mom can handle, i.e. pitching for the little league championship, and some things Mama can't handle, little blonde girls on my doorstep. Don't even get me started on the fact that I am supposed to let him go to middle school in a matter of 7 short months. Gross. God really should erase all of one's memories of middle school so you can more easily send your young ones off.<br />Jackson loves pizza and hamburgers and rather not have to ever eat any vegetable. He loves fishing, sports and just being outside. If he could live with his cousins... he might consider it. <br />When I look at Jackson I see that same face that I was completely bewildered by the night he was born. I see the one who has always had my heart and brain as putty in his hands. I see the oldest of four who is torn between being the cool oldest one or just a kid in our family. I see a kid whose full life already has so much more ahead of him. I can't wait to see what God is going to do... and yet... I can.Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-68184712763791862412010-01-24T18:59:00.000-08:002010-01-24T19:33:27.524-08:00Lets just start in January.... Shall we?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYGgV7VqQkOvZpVcKMvWRT1XyGdS8gsbRLQ4lmuzPqLu69flH-0Ct8bwb1lmTCSvWC0QJCdXpElruOPAZ0leMJMgncwmcscIAUkCoBFg-vt8jdtraIURXfUPgD5-rsdUPh_4H8iS5gIM/s1600-h/January+2010+021.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLYGgV7VqQkOvZpVcKMvWRT1XyGdS8gsbRLQ4lmuzPqLu69flH-0Ct8bwb1lmTCSvWC0QJCdXpElruOPAZ0leMJMgncwmcscIAUkCoBFg-vt8jdtraIURXfUPgD5-rsdUPh_4H8iS5gIM/s200/January+2010+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430515366501069218" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHBDkBmAwzEvYH_TrR07-toajTtOqs2HnwM4QlAs-kChlOQp2eBRxb5UnQEBw5vQMiEzKOwHGqMJOH5kiJWeD3rpjpHoAMBvTW4RPHZVc25RRisSoQsYpGRx6q3Rd9Csr6lTuDipVwkQ/s1600-h/January+2010+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAHBDkBmAwzEvYH_TrR07-toajTtOqs2HnwM4QlAs-kChlOQp2eBRxb5UnQEBw5vQMiEzKOwHGqMJOH5kiJWeD3rpjpHoAMBvTW4RPHZVc25RRisSoQsYpGRx6q3Rd9Csr6lTuDipVwkQ/s200/January+2010+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430515364314571234" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrNXBMKNJWabSvtJgcsmXIbNf1h2r7uRORIwsMcJAPKnx5h7OSIRzYyr8aSKhUlw_wfTds-Mi-KZE_lH-w4Rlf1YRF-WoZIoUZn2E8bdoxJQqcFCyutKSJ4LpyeiYap97Z0tKAyBOsMQ/s1600-h/November+2009+022+copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYrNXBMKNJWabSvtJgcsmXIbNf1h2r7uRORIwsMcJAPKnx5h7OSIRzYyr8aSKhUlw_wfTds-Mi-KZE_lH-w4Rlf1YRF-WoZIoUZn2E8bdoxJQqcFCyutKSJ4LpyeiYap97Z0tKAyBOsMQ/s200/November+2009+022+copy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430515352219397618" /></a><br />OK - so it has been an absolute eternity since I last got to this. So, in an effort to just move along let's just say Christmas was great! Jesus and fun with family - doesn't get any better than that! <br /><br />So, with January comes birthdays... round two. <br /><br />Walker Karr Cox will start us off. He turned 4 on January 13th and continues to be the entertainment feature of our family. With relentless encouragement from his three older siblings he will say and do anything for a laugh. And... being the last of four, and mommy not quite being as young and serious as she used to be, I have to say we laugh more than we scold and that is probably not good. Ok, its not good, but it sure is funny. And don't get the wrong idea, the reverend laughs just as much as I do... if not more. <br />Walker loves his "chockit" (chocolate instant breakfast) in the mornings complimented with an episode of Phineus and Ferb, Charlie his best buddy, "westlin", gum, and anything and everything having to do with big brother "Gackson". He loves goodnight kisses (there is an order and a system) And, right now, we are rather fond of our new super hero underwear given to us by Mimi on our birthday - especially if we can find a perfect opportunity to show it to our sisters and make them holler. <br />When I look at him, I see that tiny baby that seems to have just been born yesterday. I see the only one of my babies that my daddy never knew... he would have thougt he was perfect. I see the one of my four babies that my mom held the most as he laid next to her as a newborn napping all day during her last days. I see a white blonde "toe head" that is a copy of his daddy at that age. I see the identical image of Jackson and a glint of mischief in his eye that we continue to blame on the fact that he is the only one of four who has been raised with his Mimi and PawPaw close by... hmmm... .wonder what the connection is there?Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-65316978797604639122009-11-30T19:43:00.000-08:002009-11-30T20:20:26.827-08:00Let's just squeeze this in before December...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnZmzQVTfabb2GeMNJE0YCZUoSzg-Jk9S94Wq0o56hvTEQK1eQ197uKpsSBeIFKVlof-Sj6nhv96Ir3OYZYIJllgd3s6-Di32NXpNiUSa1UoFENcA8nIGgiboEF5ITqlDHFYqqFOGHik/s1600/Nov.+2009+048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnnZmzQVTfabb2GeMNJE0YCZUoSzg-Jk9S94Wq0o56hvTEQK1eQ197uKpsSBeIFKVlof-Sj6nhv96Ir3OYZYIJllgd3s6-Di32NXpNiUSa1UoFENcA8nIGgiboEF5ITqlDHFYqqFOGHik/s200/Nov.+2009+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410117834390737554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-Ay12Fk2R71aDFv1nTRMGz-2yFQjA3a_ql4-fDhJFAEk6dYCU3KMQZEs1K93DJLlIXk9JyxjskfbQc4ijdWrHgipLv5_YArc0i94YkgSQQBmKEDE31QBmI3aReS0SQrYIQOpe4-8710/s1600/Nov.+2009+051.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo-Ay12Fk2R71aDFv1nTRMGz-2yFQjA3a_ql4-fDhJFAEk6dYCU3KMQZEs1K93DJLlIXk9JyxjskfbQc4ijdWrHgipLv5_YArc0i94YkgSQQBmKEDE31QBmI3aReS0SQrYIQOpe4-8710/s200/Nov.+2009+051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410117827262599170" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSW0kT4OUMMzqMym8gPorl1tHwQC_sUFPqdf-i2Mpzn5CLgUQZTFNvb8XVNM0sJ42TlzvYUimI6xPOFFMNy6-NYVzKD-S373pk_hvFrbSKmW6BazN_eauXXssuB1ubkoLTrsYYh4cJdg/s1600/November+2009+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYSW0kT4OUMMzqMym8gPorl1tHwQC_sUFPqdf-i2Mpzn5CLgUQZTFNvb8XVNM0sJ42TlzvYUimI6xPOFFMNy6-NYVzKD-S373pk_hvFrbSKmW6BazN_eauXXssuB1ubkoLTrsYYh4cJdg/s200/November+2009+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410117816014730594" /></a><br />I LOVE Thanksgiving. It has always been all about God, family, food and football. And being thankful for all of those things ... in that precise order. My mom always made it special with her "Spare no frills" Thanksgiving day lunch, and creating an obsession in me for that great "cooked all night" turkey smell on Thanksgiving morning, not to mention just the satisfaction of us all at home together. My Daddy was famous for his ability to make enough spots in our cozy family room for any family that might appear and about 4 TVs. We'd cook, watch the Macy's parade, cook, watch football, cook, watch more football, eat, .... Thanksgiving was always a big deal and I am fighting Malls and commercials to keep it that way. Therefore Christmas is not talked about until Thanksgiving night or you get "thumped" on the ear. I am sure this particular little tradition will be one of the top ten in my children's "The Stupid Things My Mom Used to Do List". <br />I am bound and determined for my children to have the same warm fuzzy/somewhat bizarre obsessions and memories that I have. So, after all the Scarecrow parades and Thanksgiving "Feasts" at school were over, indescribable joy exploded at the Cox house due to the promise of no school for 5 days and the hopes of family, food and football... and as "The Reverend" always says... that great smell you wake up to on Thanksgiving morning when the turkey has been cooking all night. And, yes, he has had me cook a turkey all night even when we were going to be at someone else's house for dinner. I knew I married the right guy! I just know in all my efforts that one day down the road my grown children will be sitting around the Thanksgiving table laughing about their lives and memories and perhaps.... sharing the aforementioned list.Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-66953680456742917292009-11-23T01:57:00.000-08:002009-11-23T02:21:34.489-08:00And then there is Grace....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTkpwH9ZdLsk9gFT1QveJVgdeHmQpBLMBqZIFJe06NjmwHB5vq3N_Ru_sMHM15zxf-nUuLzCopo4zRB2__W7YvQa4uoENxQNV8j_GBtGG_GYSGhxDkWrhpCQWlEgyVAQDbsg-sXLUqWCc/s1600/Nov.+2009+036.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTkpwH9ZdLsk9gFT1QveJVgdeHmQpBLMBqZIFJe06NjmwHB5vq3N_Ru_sMHM15zxf-nUuLzCopo4zRB2__W7YvQa4uoENxQNV8j_GBtGG_GYSGhxDkWrhpCQWlEgyVAQDbsg-sXLUqWCc/s320/Nov.+2009+036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407240852701289554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wXkHgI46b4OPVJ3HBw1qy6eQqNKivkMXsazr6fbnz_5XWveVkHSYPQ01VOdHUHT-nghxRbGJPjF5yF5pxKCoGKuesEfU-tNEiCioyu3FfHPKp_tu_cWfGW8HCR1DgWUBhHPTu2bgICk/s1600/Nov.+2009+005.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5wXkHgI46b4OPVJ3HBw1qy6eQqNKivkMXsazr6fbnz_5XWveVkHSYPQ01VOdHUHT-nghxRbGJPjF5yF5pxKCoGKuesEfU-tNEiCioyu3FfHPKp_tu_cWfGW8HCR1DgWUBhHPTu2bgICk/s320/Nov.+2009+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407240848743075858" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahoFX9G-3zLYi1avzikmQ4r4JDE7eti6N2R0PjEEjEa_JX72ZQaklV-SPNsIs9u_M8sLvGge6V8GxjYjHgmYihCZGB4UbdMymoTsfBFTn5pTTJpJjdAH6OhCQbuuEn9fWLOjcLJuCxr4/s1600/Nov.+2009+043.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiahoFX9G-3zLYi1avzikmQ4r4JDE7eti6N2R0PjEEjEa_JX72ZQaklV-SPNsIs9u_M8sLvGge6V8GxjYjHgmYihCZGB4UbdMymoTsfBFTn5pTTJpJjdAH6OhCQbuuEn9fWLOjcLJuCxr4/s320/Nov.+2009+043.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407240839492543842" /></a><br />Our first daughter, Grace Elizabeth, turned eight on November 5th. These pictures of her pretty much tells it all. Grace absolutely loves life. She loves school, she loves church, she loves being with her friends, she loves being with her family. She thinks tests are fun and soccer is even better.She loves to talk.. and talk ... and talk.... and talk.... She loves hot dogs and veggies (shout out to Aunt Angie) and anything sweet. Did I mention she loves anything sweet.... She is not a fan of the tomato sauce but "deals" with spaghetti night as she must in a family of six on a budget. She loves road trips to Waco and continues to be a big Baylor fan even after the many disappointments suffered this football season - I keep telling her she will get used to it! She loves spending the night with Mimi and PawPaw and I am sure "Always ice cream all around " has nothing to do with it. <br />Her best guy is her daddy with that good ole' PawPaw coming in at a close second. She would rather eat dirt than let any of us down and as sweet and gentle and girly as she is, the words, "Grace - don't hurt your brother" (Jackson) have come out of our mouth. She can get down and dirty with the best of them and makes a great tag team wrestling partner in the floor of the family room. <br />Of course she is a joy and light of our lives. When I look at her I see ... Kevin much dainiter and prettier, of course. She is one of the five biggest blessings from God in my life wrapped up in its own specific style .... even on spaghetti night... that's just Grace.Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-30819498636093590872009-11-22T18:01:00.000-08:002009-11-22T18:28:49.007-08:00Keeping up....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAGD47s7Tp5rdfYyBHjrUmpjOufEaDdXwIORw79Fp2ngi3qG8__2g6BVC4I70K1104VBTrYByLlDCxHFClEkysNcWHpkq0FYdGWcj9QvfXgHQxBTsMPrsLDp67uv_zWoztkl9_826J8U/s1600/fall+09+184.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUAGD47s7Tp5rdfYyBHjrUmpjOufEaDdXwIORw79Fp2ngi3qG8__2g6BVC4I70K1104VBTrYByLlDCxHFClEkysNcWHpkq0FYdGWcj9QvfXgHQxBTsMPrsLDp67uv_zWoztkl9_826J8U/s320/fall+09+184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407120391151974274" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGvsJfMiwXKSuAupXm2a1SpkWISyXCfbP22BjB5wMxz6gjYrcYKCnTptYJwlqwjdCOeOHXDnDbT6NB-Bt300CMhmsUTPA4G4okpns4rOOAMoGwoq01Kjq7hXO-ElT_h0O7v6eM8mijiI/s1600/fall+09+159.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHGvsJfMiwXKSuAupXm2a1SpkWISyXCfbP22BjB5wMxz6gjYrcYKCnTptYJwlqwjdCOeOHXDnDbT6NB-Bt300CMhmsUTPA4G4okpns4rOOAMoGwoq01Kjq7hXO-ElT_h0O7v6eM8mijiI/s320/fall+09+159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407120382962368562" /></a><br />Ok, so I am a bit behind but I just can't let the birthday party and Grace's birthday get by me. As you can see the girls' decided on an American Girl party. They each got to take a friend and I got to take Mimi, Aunt Angie and Olivia. My favorite part of the entire day had to be when some strange woman literally shrieked as she walked by us because the "baby doll" that Grace was holding actually moved it's head. Grace was holding Olivia - who, as usual, was all smiles! It was a great "luncheon" out with my girls. Sigh... how can they be 6 and 8. Wasn't it just yesterday when....Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-9039406640806260592009-11-08T16:19:00.001-08:002009-11-08T16:57:10.373-08:00Birthdays... Round One!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUGR-Hrs4AmLnzgp2Mmhxl0ctLhYPy4puDEdrcOJQRQsagoZIBXBFXgQ2O1oB1BRAVusX7W83KVipQyalRxadeoPIxuqnc0TOEwgQUKY-v3tKkewW0cM0MqLDg1G3Pv1nrQpfJFAet8Y/s1600-h/fall+09+004.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxUGR-Hrs4AmLnzgp2Mmhxl0ctLhYPy4puDEdrcOJQRQsagoZIBXBFXgQ2O1oB1BRAVusX7W83KVipQyalRxadeoPIxuqnc0TOEwgQUKY-v3tKkewW0cM0MqLDg1G3Pv1nrQpfJFAet8Y/s320/fall+09+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401901458993269922" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjy-XvnoHW0hDv6EO2PfcgPpzLCB9WQhwyeC5KF2g22sVw_WDz4hywOzdXRG99MBsnGqmtBUN0O-ExgHSniikdH2Q-M1Sd7XvOamk4lfFWMDPDc1udpkD6fGeydlimIP26NBPw-7DHQA/s1600-h/fall+09+033.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizjy-XvnoHW0hDv6EO2PfcgPpzLCB9WQhwyeC5KF2g22sVw_WDz4hywOzdXRG99MBsnGqmtBUN0O-ExgHSniikdH2Q-M1Sd7XvOamk4lfFWMDPDc1udpkD6fGeydlimIP26NBPw-7DHQA/s320/fall+09+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401901453679445122" /></a><br />Here at the Chaos we do birthdays in rounds due to the fact that in our immediate family of 6 we all have birthdays about 2 weeks apart. However, it is divided into two separate rounds (surely for my sanity). The Fall round - which we just concluded is comprised of Maddie (oct.3rd), Daddy (oct.22nd) and Grace, (Nov. 5th). So, if you will bear with me, we will go consecutively for the next few blogs giving everyone their own seperate blog so that when I am blamed on down the road for their need for years of therapy I can atleast say, "Yeah, maybe so, but on your birthday I wrote about you in your very own blog." Does it matter that it was a month later?.... nah. <br /><br />We begin... with Madeline Kate Cox. On October 3rd, "Pixie" turned 6 years old and still has not seemed to grow into those ginormous blue eyes! She can cling to anyone and anything like a spider monkey (a name given to her at age 2 by her Aunt Sarah), and, according to her Daddy, has her mother's temperment (God Be With Her!) She started Kindergarten this year and continues to crack us up with her endless curiousity about how things work and and why everyone around her doesn't see things her way... the "more right" way. Her best friend is her sister and her best "fenemy" is her older brother. Her best "guy" is her Daddy with her Paw-Paw running a close second. She loves bling, babies,(no way) spaghetti, vanilla ice cream, shoes, anything miniature, and anything messy. She does not like being hot (shout out to Auntie Ang), cheese, or getting up too early. <br /><br />Maddie is a joy and, of course, a love of my life. My favorite thing about her is her uncharacteristic deep voice laugh. It's contagious. When I look at her I do see God's perfect design, my dad's chicken legs, and amazing blessings that I will never have deserved.Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-92086775682240924062009-11-02T10:52:00.001-08:002009-11-02T11:04:12.114-08:00Halloween Hangover...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjALU83vjjOdpbNgg4Yt9VicYinUipcj1Onj-HdgPobSYui9_tHjbfz6tKwCmDJ3h37uskfHyOeDv1GipMtL2fOpImxjo3k4kgzwtcrR-A20_aoiEsPIzT3jlthrW9wEXiA-ylC92YTg/s1600-h/photo+(6).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399583789250327266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCjALU83vjjOdpbNgg4Yt9VicYinUipcj1Onj-HdgPobSYui9_tHjbfz6tKwCmDJ3h37uskfHyOeDv1GipMtL2fOpImxjo3k4kgzwtcrR-A20_aoiEsPIzT3jlthrW9wEXiA-ylC92YTg/s320/photo+(6).jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-wpH6oCSbGya2KBM34NxMbiVgPIIEORTAh_BduAOcKplepFtgQpSj6-hTFQYsDuCrL5JyFTJ1eMPiNrp2weQtFLcBSGnrJn3cFlAkXvyPkaNkQkzY69-tC_7M1AzN4L7_-7Df24CMTk/s1600-h/photo+(5).jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399583784700741890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-wpH6oCSbGya2KBM34NxMbiVgPIIEORTAh_BduAOcKplepFtgQpSj6-hTFQYsDuCrL5JyFTJ1eMPiNrp2weQtFLcBSGnrJn3cFlAkXvyPkaNkQkzY69-tC_7M1AzN4L7_-7Df24CMTk/s320/photo+(5).jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>I don't know about you but I am glad it is November. With all the festivities of school and the "Corner Carnival" (psycho chaos where we gave away 600 bags of candy in under 2 hrs.) that happened in my front yard on Saturday night I can securely say that I am glad October is behind us.October always begins with the joyous occasion and celebration of Maddie's birthday but then takes a total heck raising dive (Kevin won't let me type H---) into what our sweet Mimi calls "The Devil's Holiday". (I honestly can't even type that without laughing outloud - and if you know Paula Cox, picture it - then neither can you.) And, let it be known that she grins and giggles and whoops it up just as much as anyone when she and PawPaw are in charge of the Vista Church Halloween night Hayride. </div><br /><br /><div>So, with all that behind us, the girls and I are going to clean the orange and black nail polish off our toes and move the whole family on to November - a month of thanks. Curious... is it possible that November is the month of "Thanks" because we are ALL SO STINKING GLAD THAT HALLOWEEN IS OVER! Praise Jesus!!!! (not the devil) </div></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-88172140755111264392009-10-19T20:18:00.000-07:002009-10-19T20:29:28.938-07:00What happens at Mimi's ...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqmCbV-TFALxiYx-tWUDlc8ilykuJdqfqlpQ8uWExHj9toa71lIEFE40JgD9HegbR-YRWyVyTSdZLalKvKoWmf2cxC2i4YUcIAK-ifMWbDuwHPZ4VeMFdP_My-_0dnzqRUv6iAu9Dkz0/s1600-h/day+at+mimi%27s+004.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394519004175967362" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqmCbV-TFALxiYx-tWUDlc8ilykuJdqfqlpQ8uWExHj9toa71lIEFE40JgD9HegbR-YRWyVyTSdZLalKvKoWmf2cxC2i4YUcIAK-ifMWbDuwHPZ4VeMFdP_My-_0dnzqRUv6iAu9Dkz0/s320/day+at+mimi%27s+004.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VkifhRdW7_zHQFsBkgEC0iay9F-ruV2dD0ojnZI3zoqkLOJsllFmYa_o_R29TMu4v1fzvq4Ab9jmDFMqZw84esL5COCIIL5nf6Sscb2vg00pQst4FPqBcR_BJN_jPCTcGN9pKOi_v2Y/s1600-h/day+at+mimi%27s+003.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394517995501166978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VkifhRdW7_zHQFsBkgEC0iay9F-ruV2dD0ojnZI3zoqkLOJsllFmYa_o_R29TMu4v1fzvq4Ab9jmDFMqZw84esL5COCIIL5nf6Sscb2vg00pQst4FPqBcR_BJN_jPCTcGN9pKOi_v2Y/s320/day+at+mimi%27s+003.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>This morning I dropped our sweet 3 year old off at Mimi's to play while Kev and I went to the hospital due to a friend having some outpatient surgery. When I dropped him off, he was clean, well-groomed, rested, and had had a nutritious breakfast. This is what I got back when he was returned to me this afternoon. Please notice the ring of chocolate around his mouth. We love our Mimi!!!! We wouldn't trade her FOR THE WORLD........ or even a piece of chocolate. </div></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-33299202698036081852009-10-18T19:01:00.000-07:002009-10-18T19:21:55.100-07:00Is there any way I could get him on my fantasy team? ....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCH2nRWTRz2UCaWaPqEU4iKbTrmQ016q4SRXXLAqvm0uhwls8uVDf-XMagG-gdarwDeKS4deBSx_Bf6Pe398YQzfhoU1HzLyzfGzvFDk11-FYJxsL9So_OUzsV2XEmmdArMf-zspK_r0/s1600-h/fall+09+057.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394128842512429618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDCH2nRWTRz2UCaWaPqEU4iKbTrmQ016q4SRXXLAqvm0uhwls8uVDf-XMagG-gdarwDeKS4deBSx_Bf6Pe398YQzfhoU1HzLyzfGzvFDk11-FYJxsL9So_OUzsV2XEmmdArMf-zspK_r0/s320/fall+09+057.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pmOqtYdwuhBLcY7RfBt7nKOpNq6sn4p6G2o_fJkjWOiYXFs5vg2ORLJE93XxjS2U8CUGYDb3JeQinF-sTEpRx4_3jfrcJ7l3uG82vdz8gVEq1VIZAx03l4O73uChKJYOLffZebqbrYE/s1600-h/fall+09+145.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394128836320556098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6pmOqtYdwuhBLcY7RfBt7nKOpNq6sn4p6G2o_fJkjWOiYXFs5vg2ORLJE93XxjS2U8CUGYDb3JeQinF-sTEpRx4_3jfrcJ7l3uG82vdz8gVEq1VIZAx03l4O73uChKJYOLffZebqbrYE/s320/fall+09+145.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz81cWOQGQwKXc_dxgDwTEY9AcKpgb6zw9F9Z41vX6lsaF7x-W_6xkBZr1Jgw4Xu3NAOkF2xMyCR8ghAfyaifLtwkG6LM2fJDYD7Sj6CTrvEnDmEgub5Vw7LXeHLoKoIyuBSElK6bSdq8/s1600-h/fall+09+135.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394128827964558786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjz81cWOQGQwKXc_dxgDwTEY9AcKpgb6zw9F9Z41vX6lsaF7x-W_6xkBZr1Jgw4Xu3NAOkF2xMyCR8ghAfyaifLtwkG6LM2fJDYD7Sj6CTrvEnDmEgub5Vw7LXeHLoKoIyuBSElK6bSdq8/s320/fall+09+135.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Saturday was Jackson's last day for his 2009 flag football season. And I was thinking that I might try to find a way to get his 5th and 6th grade team in place of the fantasy football team that my precious? brother in law has our whole family suckered in to. I haven't won a game yet and am even more disgusted that I care. The only part that gives me any peace at all is the former said brother in law is only one ahead of me. I really just want to beat him now for getting me into it. Love to you ... Dusty. </div></div></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-80312344072220797882009-09-25T11:41:00.000-07:002009-09-25T11:55:22.731-07:00Eveyone loves a donut...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJuwFbrOOS7LzO-d3ZRrrfiw9ieWSmrpbaeBc9znqBgk58tl6yrDmCzZ6kHkITmnBkyxl8zcKwEPYqbO72MIUCDRgahW8J1bfcmnT-gfpSUWAKhrg2TdfRZvyp8P8dE3tZulIw-U5gwY/s1600-h/IMG_0163.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385480452350284466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIJuwFbrOOS7LzO-d3ZRrrfiw9ieWSmrpbaeBc9znqBgk58tl6yrDmCzZ6kHkITmnBkyxl8zcKwEPYqbO72MIUCDRgahW8J1bfcmnT-gfpSUWAKhrg2TdfRZvyp8P8dE3tZulIw-U5gwY/s320/IMG_0163.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9ym6utpdwSF-KlIpSqhfXhbWYzuS58SPxtno2sIqTVEZDa35syufWSPhJTlVrkgPgyuUV1oGCfSoh-__NKiuQQFMfLHRM0UOyqRYit2fHPJaIBEn-ibOTSIhp_jySLfZ9ApkzgPXZX8/s1600-h/IMG_0154.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385480444595585346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv9ym6utpdwSF-KlIpSqhfXhbWYzuS58SPxtno2sIqTVEZDa35syufWSPhJTlVrkgPgyuUV1oGCfSoh-__NKiuQQFMfLHRM0UOyqRYit2fHPJaIBEn-ibOTSIhp_jySLfZ9ApkzgPXZX8/s320/IMG_0154.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>This week held the ever-popular "Donuts for Dad" event. With the days clearly marked on our calendar by Grace Elizabeth (which, by the way, said calendar had already been checked and re-checked to make sure dad was in town, unlike last year when it had to become "Donuts with Paw-Paw" due to an untimely trip to Seattle) we were ready to have a donut... with dad... Even Jackson was able to set aside his "coolness aura" to allow dad to come have a donut with him (never-mind that you can't get a donut without your dad or another adult with you). However, he did make note that "muffins with mom" might accidentally slip his mind. Ouch. When asked what the problem was, it was something to the affect that I am always loving on him and "Mom always says, I love you." Apparently that is NOT cool. Who knew? (evil laugh) </div></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-9260076059911156322009-09-20T18:33:00.000-07:002009-09-20T18:46:30.549-07:00Nothing to See Here....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQ3dg0Tlqwz7lDKfZHYl2Wb4N5BCuHSux29EmC-h36zXaM1qPYc6t5MM5ydYC8q7CGTnTCfKbULU4FLLTyeC6I5Za__RjPxXBji24TvN-vXWwlBvYfAKwvXFI2MaugwZEFjgMd7fs7XU/s1600-h/sept.09+096.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383731010052998882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLQ3dg0Tlqwz7lDKfZHYl2Wb4N5BCuHSux29EmC-h36zXaM1qPYc6t5MM5ydYC8q7CGTnTCfKbULU4FLLTyeC6I5Za__RjPxXBji24TvN-vXWwlBvYfAKwvXFI2MaugwZEFjgMd7fs7XU/s320/sept.09+096.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcaA2IDIji_0JiX4moF-eZj9iEl5V1TbLQlAwxc63aa2juOqQueQs8wVj6PzX6xCCJyyB3vYTirmsb-Ssy9barbGiBEpWxpjnboTGEoVhjUmK6Padh7HeIKFwPzc1jtGeyMGIxIHMUtsc/s1600-h/sept.09+096.JPG"></a><br /><br /><div>Being the top dog on campus this year (5th grade) has also brought on some new opportunities. Some I like. For example - safety patrol. Jackson was excited that he met all the "requirements" to get to be on the safety patrol at school which mostly involves making sure kids get from the streets to the school building safely. Personally - I never saw him as much as wave someone over the crosswalk much less help them - but hey he got to be a few minutes late to class in the morning and leave a few minutes early in the afternoon - not to mention that really cool belty snappy looking thing. </div><br /><br /><div>As for the new opportunities I don't like.... that little blonde girl that showed up on my doorstep the first week of school is now very well informed as to the courting/dating practices that will occur at the Cox household once Jackson turns 16. And... if she should still have any questions she knows where to find me.... just go ahead and ring my doorbell again ... precious! Ugh! </div></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-59549234148821622542009-09-09T11:57:00.001-07:002009-09-09T13:37:28.606-07:00Atleast its not a "pallet" on the floor....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYwjVC0KU4qxqUTyDrMsbPMjoXcg791azUgtRhi2o0eDUv4Cni8bqxAHGLX1epAdVogsxUAyiPo7BtIlGsu8n3lv0WujzJXgeObiumn_R0t0GvhtAy8jV2aDfAryYlrk-Hn14JNlv_8g/s1600-h/sept.09+069.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379569322312997170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeYwjVC0KU4qxqUTyDrMsbPMjoXcg791azUgtRhi2o0eDUv4Cni8bqxAHGLX1epAdVogsxUAyiPo7BtIlGsu8n3lv0WujzJXgeObiumn_R0t0GvhtAy8jV2aDfAryYlrk-Hn14JNlv_8g/s320/sept.09+069.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrxcL2vOT5YFOmq3aTBrTz6wCfCkwdrts_ZSKFwhA1VtG1W8aFQoz2yGkzRysPFdPJjeGi6aYlfbt22sHy9i8CzagxTglaUxVxocndg1gIfkAACk0gbtWGBXzF8qeFVERURqz23Cz_EY/s1600-h/sept.09+063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379569303145103170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSrxcL2vOT5YFOmq3aTBrTz6wCfCkwdrts_ZSKFwhA1VtG1W8aFQoz2yGkzRysPFdPJjeGi6aYlfbt22sHy9i8CzagxTglaUxVxocndg1gIfkAACk0gbtWGBXzF8qeFVERURqz23Cz_EY/s320/sept.09+063.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOG0CsOnMnFqxRjNAROwzRaHP5mOfvX_xnA_q9SDJ-HZSMw4OyhBwPaSHg-7bTZcxfjh6SRdT8STpvk3UEPGhIHTcU4M8kfAGcLoANg9ee4e0nFsgiUNhYgDe19aPcVItSlmP0GuAkC7I/s1600-h/sept.09+065.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379569292359838690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOG0CsOnMnFqxRjNAROwzRaHP5mOfvX_xnA_q9SDJ-HZSMw4OyhBwPaSHg-7bTZcxfjh6SRdT8STpvk3UEPGhIHTcU4M8kfAGcLoANg9ee4e0nFsgiUNhYgDe19aPcVItSlmP0GuAkC7I/s320/sept.09+065.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>You all know what I am talking about - when you were a kid and were at your grandma's at Christmas everyone had a bed to sleep in ... everyone except you. Probably because you were the youngest you heard your mom say "Oh, don't worry about her - we'll just make her a "pallet" on the floor". This was mainly because the beds were all taken, your older brother got the couch, and your aunt and uncle were the "lucky" ones who got to sleep on the "rollaway" rented from Heaven knows where. (ick... and to think at age 10 I thought that portable bed that appeared out of no where was cool) I can still see my dad (or one of my uncles) driving up with a "rented rollaway" in the back of the truck. (again... ick) But, not for me -- I got the pallet on the floor!!! Which, by the way was really just a blanket - perhaps folded over twice if mom was feeling generous. But as I lay on the floor I dreamed of a day when I would be sleeping in one of the beds because I would be old and married. Fat chance - I couldn't believe it when my very first Christmas as an old married woman didn't bump me up to the bed or even the "rollaway" - yep - Kevin and I found ourselves ..... on a "pallet" ...... on the floor. Just not folded over twice this time because it has to be bigger to fit the two of us. I thought that I had seen it all at that point. Little did I know....<br />You see, Sunday night the "whole family" was at Mimi's and Paw-Paw's to celebrate Paw-Paw's birthday and Labor Day. Yes, I mean everyone - all 14 1/2 of us - which is ALWAYS a good time. Lots of laughs and lots of people and lots of fun... then bedtime arrives.<br />But don't worry - Kevin and I have finally arrived - we were not sequestered to a "pallet" on the floor for all 6 members of our family. And I don't even think people have "rented rollaways" anymore. Oh no! We have entered a new era forever forsaking the banishment of the "pallet". We have stooped to a whole new level .... we found ourselves and our four children laying our heads to sleep ..... in a tent..... out back!!!!!! </div></div></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-48342922991685150582009-09-02T18:43:00.000-07:002009-09-02T19:29:35.016-07:00Mother of the Year!!!....Again!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTzS-nJthKPfwPZJd69OH-lHAHC3tPz1pA-b9wqvT5bcl26wb-wiizHSM7R6gXzz27cYxvt0_46C4z759rA-FE_I29oVLVbj-ekKpFy5CFEpWSEA2d_QR6B01KMr_P4b0NnAEs4lW5KU/s1600-h/6-6-09+043.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377062180298288338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSTzS-nJthKPfwPZJd69OH-lHAHC3tPz1pA-b9wqvT5bcl26wb-wiizHSM7R6gXzz27cYxvt0_46C4z759rA-FE_I29oVLVbj-ekKpFy5CFEpWSEA2d_QR6B01KMr_P4b0NnAEs4lW5KU/s320/6-6-09+043.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Grace Elizabeth - our second child and our first daughter. She loves life! She thinks almost everything is funny and has developed in her seventh year a propensity for talking... and talking ..... and talking. Its's amazing really - there are times we even have to grab her sweet little cheeks and just say "Shhh..." She is easy going and rarely lets anything rock her boat.... which makes this story all the worse. </div><br /><div>You see while Grace is all these wonderful qualities and more, she is cursed.... her mother is .... crazy. Granted, church planting, Kevin Cox and 4 kiddos have helped guide me down that looney bin path, but for the most part most just look at me and say, "Aw, its ok - we know you're crazy". Today solidified that point.</div><br /><div>As I was sitting in my mother in law's house visiting with her for a minute my cell phone rang. It was the school, Mrs. Dillon to be precise... one of the cafeteria monitors. She had called me to let me know that although Grace had her lunch box.... there was no lunch in it. In my defense there was a capri sun and a chocolate chip cookie and a baggie of cheetos, but as for her sandwich.... yeah, her mother is crazy. I was then told Grace (as usual) told the teacher it was OK and she didn't mind not having it and was giggling... of course. No doubt thinking how funny it was going to be to tell her daddy that Mommy missed her bag this morning when handing out sandwiches. Mrs. Dillon was able to convince her to have a hot dog (SCORE!... that is her favorite) from the cafeteria. Put another dollar in the therapy jar!!!!! .... and have another cookie! I think I'll have one too! </div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-64539340357198147362009-08-28T12:11:00.000-07:002009-08-28T12:33:43.721-07:00You Never Know Who You Can Trust...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02HvkfymL59b9mARSP6knz1lKT4_LlYsF2GUskevnt78G8cXa0FY3WOEOO_ri2O2Gn2FqzGfsL0YFtzyP0wK2fWCvAIRfHj7r6pYRtPTfJ3PGTJxOJIRvQcLMFgsjqP-DFXgdoFyy8nc/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+049.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375099975749041906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg02HvkfymL59b9mARSP6knz1lKT4_LlYsF2GUskevnt78G8cXa0FY3WOEOO_ri2O2Gn2FqzGfsL0YFtzyP0wK2fWCvAIRfHj7r6pYRtPTfJ3PGTJxOJIRvQcLMFgsjqP-DFXgdoFyy8nc/s320/first+day+of+school+2009+049.JPG" /></a><br /><div>As the very first week of school wraps up - the Chaos seems to be doing well. Jackson thinks 5th grade is "way cooler" than 4th and tries to ignore his mother when she might be walking down the hall. (of course that just makes the waving and declarations of my love all the worse!) Grace loves it all - loves the homework- loves art - loves music - loves her teacher - loves lunch - loves her new purple pencil sharpener - it is ALL good! </div><br /><div>Then .... there is the newest school attendee ... Miss Maddie. She comes home with a smile (and a ginormous appetite) But after 5 full days, we have discovered something is just a little bit amiss with her experience. At the dinner table after the first day of school she tells us that the "pretty vice-principal lady" told her she was going to the principals office. Knowing the VP, we knew that something didn't add up as we were trying not to laugh out loud in front of her. Turns out Maddie made a little boy in her class get his napkin out of her face by yanking it out of his hand and throwing it on the ground and then staring him down (can anyone say Aunt Angie). The VP saw it all and went to their table warning the little boy he would have to visit her in the office if he did not keep his hands and items to himself. After getting the real story and explaining it to Maddie all was well.</div><br /><div>However, to top off the week, this morning when I handed Maddie her money to buy her first ever hot lunch, I put it in the appropriate bag and told her to give it to Miss Miley and she would give it back at lunchtime. To which her reply was: "Momma, if I give her my money, she'll use it for herself!" Well, ......OK. It took a few minutes but we were finally able to convince our sweet five year old that Miss Miley could buy her own lunch and was not going to need Maddie's money when she got hungry.... go figure. She's such a trusting soul. </div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-64232635704541521432009-08-24T10:40:00.001-07:002009-08-24T19:06:16.854-07:00Just Me and "Homer" .....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2x5alldYIB2j_FQhyzDKKNC7ez0gC3orIEjOj9m9ANgjUFjcfEOKEPgvCMxX3Uo51g8eLDgIT1IduZ5IFXVd5jVnVoQ76IFLAwtvuCoOdG2H-cKsG4e_qHamqgE9Fp5eGO7LrBB-YxPc/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+063.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373592444494124994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2x5alldYIB2j_FQhyzDKKNC7ez0gC3orIEjOj9m9ANgjUFjcfEOKEPgvCMxX3Uo51g8eLDgIT1IduZ5IFXVd5jVnVoQ76IFLAwtvuCoOdG2H-cKsG4e_qHamqgE9Fp5eGO7LrBB-YxPc/s320/first+day+of+school+2009+063.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasJgNi0m9k71I1o7ejPWX9CAw6q90y3YAaygb225lRF0kMtmufIlTSqlERA04FJLrdu5dURmr2frlgys-jngf1qWuqgKs3nZvKcG6s1Z7xeujbzM_Xj_zYm8INXTts-GjIGYLp52scbw/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+056.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373592436824646786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiasJgNi0m9k71I1o7ejPWX9CAw6q90y3YAaygb225lRF0kMtmufIlTSqlERA04FJLrdu5dURmr2frlgys-jngf1qWuqgKs3nZvKcG6s1Z7xeujbzM_Xj_zYm8INXTts-GjIGYLp52scbw/s320/first+day+of+school+2009+056.JPG" /></a> Our first walk to school - Why are we all following Homer?<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW_j4Lb4O9jh7tbxmg-cv6ewey8LSyZRFeucnvUjER_DbYKzUQaD2iMCLspGUuDwSG3J91JrZRKH8M1KdfuMcyXOkvzly6VSuT1Cg2woW0AHSchjCtLfl2N5Rh7X56erz90G8OshaCRU/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+043.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373592421853051586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXW_j4Lb4O9jh7tbxmg-cv6ewey8LSyZRFeucnvUjER_DbYKzUQaD2iMCLspGUuDwSG3J91JrZRKH8M1KdfuMcyXOkvzly6VSuT1Cg2woW0AHSchjCtLfl2N5Rh7X56erz90G8OshaCRU/s320/first+day+of+school+2009+043.JPG" /></a> Maddie and her new teacher Miss Miley<br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwqa0pjwMoq-ao3T7vVGkAhAFKuQ6AOfo59kfSfSqTA5iwZeHTQ1EqmqfcVQn6a53M411Zo70gggM-BQtJi0t4vkzA12jyCJNHWSsW-kNs16h0XRerlHA-ad_FmIjov3A55GkV5N41zs/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+2009+053.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373592408967130946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwqa0pjwMoq-ao3T7vVGkAhAFKuQ6AOfo59kfSfSqTA5iwZeHTQ1EqmqfcVQn6a53M411Zo70gggM-BQtJi0t4vkzA12jyCJNHWSsW-kNs16h0XRerlHA-ad_FmIjov3A55GkV5N41zs/s320/first+day+of+school+2009+053.JPG" /></a> They're devastated to leave me..... right.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div>This morning had the audacity to show up whether I wanted it to or not and despite my efforts to make summer last longer, the troops headed off to school today. As you can see it was a big event as usual especially since we have a brand new school one block from our house with a great staff that we have known and trusted for the past two years at the old school (God is so good.) It was a beautiful sunny morning and even Mimi came (as has become our custom) for the walk over! </div><br /><br /><div>As I was following my kiddos down the street (and trying to be a big girl about it) I was reminded that I am lucky enough to still be left with the one we affectionately call, "the beast". I am sure he and I will find many ways to fill our days. </div><br /><br /><div>When I was thinking about how weird it was going to be to only have one munchkin at home, I was reminded of some infinite words of wisdom stated by my oldest daughter when she was only 3. She and her Nana were having quite the in-depth discussion the summer before she started pre-school. The intelligent conversation came to an abrupt halt when we doubled over in laughter as Grace labeled everyone appropriately by saying, "Nana, Jackson is going to be a Fioist Gwader, and I am going to be a Pwee Schoower." Nana's reply: "What about Maddie?" Grace: "Maddie - she is staying home - so she'll be a 'Homer'. " Well, now my Maddie is in Kindergarten (sob). So here I sit ignoring chores and waiting for the latest "Homer" to get up from his nap!</div></div></div></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-8419825440142886322009-08-22T11:40:00.000-07:002009-08-22T14:08:46.699-07:00"I get it... You're Sentimental."<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHl-MshECXjf-ANqR7MFsvccy3JQ7FLdJFMUTsmumD01cknyj7vSFR0RG5ObdH2gEsp_2wioWbypFGOCGWC1ll3mw9TNfSLYGll1pCXx9ng2ZyydvEHpCyQ_Efu5NhduidqDi38nQ9F8/s1600-h/IMG_1155.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372897959829521410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPHl-MshECXjf-ANqR7MFsvccy3JQ7FLdJFMUTsmumD01cknyj7vSFR0RG5ObdH2gEsp_2wioWbypFGOCGWC1ll3mw9TNfSLYGll1pCXx9ng2ZyydvEHpCyQ_Efu5NhduidqDi38nQ9F8/s320/IMG_1155.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflZhm0V5joPfjmMnpBLcklsgj_Yw3DWvbfYzcpI9rjPcU7tODxNczre_O_oCnWUN5SnauMfalW-zZpehvntLMyJ_MeLqegJFklMB6JWjZUgrUHljG00q5uw1QeSkH2nwZ0VqIRpWXdWM/s1600-h/summer+09+185.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372864482391017794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflZhm0V5joPfjmMnpBLcklsgj_Yw3DWvbfYzcpI9rjPcU7tODxNczre_O_oCnWUN5SnauMfalW-zZpehvntLMyJ_MeLqegJFklMB6JWjZUgrUHljG00q5uw1QeSkH2nwZ0VqIRpWXdWM/s320/summer+09+185.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div>I had those very words said to me yesterday by a dear friend who decided she had finally figured me out. Feeling perhaps a bit guilty over being excited that school was starting she wondered if there was something wrong with her due to the fact that I do not share those same feelings. In fact, I love summer. Don't get me wrong, having them home with "All Mommy all the time" does have its red-head spinning moments, but I love having no schedule to follow but our own and being able to go swimming, bake brownies, or trump up a game of "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Uno</span>" on a whim. </div><br /><br /><div>So, with the beginning of school approaching ("3 more sleeps" as Maddie says) I do have a knot in my stomach. On Monday - it all changes for her - the start of Kindergarten means now I have to share her. (I no want to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">sare</span>) But, the excitement on her face puts my selfish feelings at bay and I move on .... in tears... but moving on. But as long as we are dealing with change why not torture ourselves with ill-timing........ Walker asked for a big boy bed "like <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dackson's</span>" . </div><br /><br /><div>Granted, it is time. He is 3 1/2 and has feet hanging out of the baby bed but he has not even attempted to climb out and well.... he is the 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>...... and the baby..... and ..... quite honestly being "parents of the year" most of the time we would just forget he needed a new bed until we put him in the crib every night. </div><br /><br /><div>So, as I watched, Kevin began to disassemble the baby crib that has been assembled for 10 years. I looked at all the teeth marks remembering their evil grins as they chewed on the railings, saw a few dings and scratches from heaven knows what toys they had snuck in, and even an old orange tag with a number on it that the movers had put on it before they loaded it onto the truck for our move to Texas from Seattle. So many memories that all seemed to happen way too fast. Ten years ago as I sat on the floor in our tiny home in Maple Valley, 8 months pregnant watching Kevin put it together I could not have begun to imagine what all God had planned for us and that bed! Yeah, ... I am sentimental.... and I have a baby bed neatly tucked away in my attic now to prove it. </div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4626001319089927343.post-53107145250648200662009-08-22T11:20:00.000-07:002009-08-22T11:39:14.910-07:00Welcome<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWvX15XqGA2BABNca9lz5NOXhjidSQzopH6pTUdrTmR5rMWCvgV95ixVL-qfhPw9q_9tXCYJgH7wxExJaBwoI59P6wuyEQ86Ph-5HCjoueJwMQ95zEUDdnEUshi6E3jwkDuimH0blwPA/s1600-h/summer+09+150.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372859504547609826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUWvX15XqGA2BABNca9lz5NOXhjidSQzopH6pTUdrTmR5rMWCvgV95ixVL-qfhPw9q_9tXCYJgH7wxExJaBwoI59P6wuyEQ86Ph-5HCjoueJwMQ95zEUDdnEUshi6E3jwkDuimH0blwPA/s320/summer+09+150.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">OK - here it is- write it down, take a picture, I'm sure I'll even be getting a few phone calls about this (Ashley). I have created a blog. I have had too many people from near and far want to see pictures, etc... of all that is going on - so here you go. I made a blog. I can say it has taken me waaaay to long to figure this out, but I think I may have it by now and will try to keep you (whoever that may be - I find it hard to think anyone really wants to know besides those who are closely related and are required to love me) informed. If anything - you can see what the kids are doing and be updated since I AM NOT COOL ENOUGH FOR FACEBOOK. </span></div>Welcome to the chaos!http://www.blogger.com/profile/03815148321414539023noreply@blogger.com2