The weekend I decided we could do 142 projects in 48 hrs, and throw a birthday party.

I'm going to blame it on pregnancy hormones.  It occurred to me at approximately 11:30 on Saturday morning that we might not have enough time/energy/capable people (since I only count as maybe 1/2 a capable person on a good day) to complete what we have planned.
As of right now I have a wallpaper removal steamer that I cannot lift, yet alone use heating up in the bathtub, one giant willow tree chopped in pieces covering the backyard, and one more that is half way there, a birthday party to prepare for, fairy wings to sew for said birthday party, a little girl's bedroom I promised to paint by a birthday (hence the wallpaper steamer), and counter tops and a back splash that need to be removed so that the new shiny, not covered in three colors of paint, counters can be installed on my daughter's actual birthday.  And did I mention I really want to get started on the nursery?
And I'm strangely happy about all of it.
And people act like pregnancy hormones are a bad thing.

First Days

First grade.....

And preschool.....

Here we come.

Breaking the news to the kids

I absolutely love this moment, and unless you are a close friend or relative, I very much doubt you will find it a very interesting four minutes.

But I most definitely do.

And I completely identify with London's reaction.

Mark it down to one of the moments I never want to forget.

Surprise!!

We are so thrilled to be expecting two precious blessings in 

the not-so-distant-future.

It's going to be quite the ride.

Somehow no one got hurt

The Fourth of July celebration in Claremore is a fireworks extravaganza, and every year it seems to get a little bigger and a little more intense.

The kids enjoy (relatively) safer fireworks like smoke bombs and parachutes,

while the boys set up the big finale, which has been in the works for months.

And it is amazing, terrifying, but amazing.

Stephanie and I agreed that it felt like we were in a snow globe of explosives.

Quite the experience.

 

Gearin' up for the Fourth

Independence Day is a big deal around these parts, and I have grown accustomed, and really look forward to the fireworks that begin shooting off in our neighborhood about a week before the 4th.

It also doesn't hurt that we have a fire works stand in the field behind our home.

It's our yearly tradition to go visit it (at least once) and purchase an assortment of explosives to help us get into the spirit of things.

Gotta love the moves.  And the outfit.

 London demonstrating how she quickly, and carefully (and don't forget gracefully) backs away after the rockets been lit.

 How she actually gets away from a lit rocket.

 3, 2, 1.....

BLASTOFF !

Happy Fourth of July!

Summer Happenings