Fenway for $5

C'mon, sing with me now...

Take me out to the ball game,

Take me out to the crowd,

Buy me some peanuts and cracker jacks
I don't care if I never come back

Oh we'll

root
root
root

for the home team,
If they don't win it's a shame,

For it's

One

Two

Three!

Strikes your out
At the old ball game.

Happy Easter

Patriots Day

Yesterday was Patriots Day.

If you don't live in New England, you might not know what that is.
It all started on April 19, 1775 and has continued on.
It is, as my friend says,

"Boston's best day."

It starts early...5:45, with a re-enactment in Lexington.
This is where the first squabble with the British occurred.
Paul Revere had warned the men
"The British are coming"
the night of the 18th.
The British were marching out to Concord to seize the ammo and other supplies.
The Patriots tried to slow them down in Lexington.

I am amazed we won...not this encounter...because we didn't...but the war.

Then, there is the running of the marathon.

I still get all those antsy feelings for the runners.
I didn't run it this year, but this is my favorite marathon picture from two years back.

And it ends with ice cream with friends at Kimball Farms.

I can't wait 'til next year.

Birthday Gifts

For my birthday, each of my kids gave me a special gift.

Anna had a 4 layer blowout.
A blowout worthy of a 20 minute trip home from our activity so she could have a bath, and a 20 minute ride back.
Christian was the hero...he drove, bathed, and cleaned.

James' gift started with a cry.
He cried so hard his lips turned purple,
then his face,
then his hands.
Christian saved the day again by catching him just as he became limp and passed out.
When he came to, he was fine.

And Daniel learned the lesson about cutting hair...his own.
And of coarse, Christian was the hero, he documented this rite of passage.

Phew, I'm glad birthdays only happen once a year.

King of the Day

Dear James,

Happy third birthday, my little ray of sunshine. You were the king of the day and we did everything you wanted. Your wishes were simple. For your birthday you wanted balloons, cupcakes, and the family gathered together. We surprised you with a bonus gift...

...a model rocket.

We spent the crisp, sunny day at the park. We enjoyed PB & J on the new grass. For breakfast, we got donuts...the good ones...the 20 minute drive ones. And dinner was a BBQ...the first one of the year.

I love the way you "twalk". This "gwrill" is in love with you, my little boy. I love how you gather the family together. I love how you laugh. I love how you get so excited you can't even stand it. You are bursting with sunshine. I hope you always feel the sunshine of life.


I love how you need me, and ask for hugs and kisses when you are feeling a little blue. I need you little Jamesy.

love,

Mom

A Photot Shoot

The Motherland

Today we are all wearing our Texas shirts. Why you ask? Because our Dad is on his way home from the motherland. He had to "work" there. That is why we got this picture from him the other day.

I am kind of missing the motherland these days. I like hearing "all y'all". I like it when strangers return your "hellos" when you greet them on the street. I like how warm it is. I love the Texas pride. But for now I have to bid adieu to the motherland. One day I will be back to bask in your sunshine and eat your bbq.