He is a natural!! Got up almost right away and doing tricks!
This is one mothers cry to remember the amazing moments and the not so amazing decisions we sometimes have to make!
Thursday, August 22, 2013
Kade's First Time Wake Surfing
He was nervous but he had a blast and I could to by his smile he thought he was pretty cool!!
The Process of Laughing
Theren and I are watching the dorkiest tv show together! I'm laughing and he's laughing..but we are not laughing at the same time. He looks at me and says, "Adults and children do not think the same things are funny!! It's like adults laugh at weird things I don't understand. And I can say something like, " I'm hungry for a cheeseburger!" And all my friends think I'm hilarious. Its such a strange process!!"


Sunday, August 11, 2013
Camping!
Why is it that awesome times speed by, and the crap sits around? We were camping this week and had so much fun, sometimes. What do you consider fun? I'm not sure if I think fun is laughing non-stop or what. But fun, does not seem like camping. Lazy, worried..that is how I feel camping. Worried the kids are going to get picked up and taken by a creeper, that they'll bother other campers, that they'll get hit by a car on their bikes, is the youngest with the older two?? I think my kids had a blast. Unfortunately, I worried through the whole damn trip.




County Fair
I've decided that I'm the only mother in the world that worries this much. We go to the county fair, and the whole time I'm thinking, "Why are we here?" I won't let them ride that, talk to them, eat this?? What in the world was I thinking. I truly do thank The Lord for my husband. He holds my hand, and gently points to a ride, and says, "they can do that." So I release a huge stack of the $40 tickets, and I nod to the kids. As the guy straps them in, I breathe. He moved the ride to get others on, my kids now suspended in the air. I start to frantically scan the equipment for flaws, or differences from the others. I am panic stricken. I start to shiver, as my nerves have taken over. My husband walks up and replaces his hand in mine. Breathe.


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