The Lemmondrop

Birthday Babes!

2012-01-20T19:21:00.000-08:00

Tonight was Tiny's party. Tons of kids and tons of fun!

Five Year Miracle!

2012-01-15T21:14:00.000-08:00

My "Littlest Babe" turned five today. My heart is full. Everything he does is nothing short of a miracle. I was reminded of this yesterday, when I ran into the lady that handled his transport from YRMC to UMC for ECMO. She said she's done many, many transports, but she never forgets an ECMO baby. Their condition is so fragile when they are flown out. Many of them never transport back. We were told he may never walk, eat, hear, or see. This picture says otherwise:

I know he's a lot to handle, and I love it! I thank my Heavenly Father every, single day for giving me this heartful and handful.

Happiest Birthday, Babes!

January Horse Show!

2012-01-14T16:59:00.000-08:00

The horse season has begun.

I, of course, had fun with the new camera.

PPP!

2012-01-12T13:48:00.001-08:00

Peter Piper is my least favorite place to go, but Bobby and the kids love it. Aunt Vickie treated the kids to PPP for Christmas.

My favorite part of our visits to Triple P is seeing what Tiny can charm out of the person behind the prize counter.

Boundaries!

2012-01-12T11:47:00.000-08:00

Since getting new carpet, we don't allow food or drinks in the game room.

I just about tripped over this the other day:

This is right where the tile ends and the carpet begins.

My Baby Bird!

2012-01-05T11:20:00.000-08:00

When Sydney was born we called her "Bird" because she would lift her head and bob around looking wide eyed at the world around her. All this happened in the hospital. It was amazing. Everything was amazing from that moment on. Last night (13.5 years later), she walked out ready to go to a 4-H function, I was amazed yet again.

Testing. Testing. 1-2-3.

2012-01-05T11:08:00.000-08:00

I was so excited to take the new camera out and test the waters. Too bad the children would not cooperate. Davis, Dane, and Maverick were literally running from the camera. Lino wouldn't smile or make eye contact. The Hull kids avoided me at all cost. I'm turning into my mother!!!

2011

2012-01-03T19:18:00.001-08:00

Lowlights:
-Gained seven pounds
-Said something I shouldn't have
-Bought a new car
-Left my job

Highlights:
-Gaining the seven pounds
-Defending myself for once
-Buying a new car
-Leaving my job

Life is funny isn't it?

Christmas 2011

2012-01-03T18:26:00.000-08:00

I could post a million pictures of our Christmas, but this is really the only one that matters.

The Children Were Nestled...

2011-12-28T21:25:00.000-08:00

...All snug on the floor.

With the remodel to our home, the kids would have to walk right by the presents under the tree to wake us up Christmas morning, so we decided to have them nest on the floor in our bedroom.

"Nesting" is something our kids enjoy. We build them a nest once in a while and allow them to sleep in our room. I keep waiting for Sydney to opt out of the nest (13 now), but she still loves it.

50's Christmas

2011-12-14T20:46:00.001-08:00

Our girls were in a Christmas program tonight. Patty and I took on the project of three poodle skirts last week. We had some good laughs and learned a few things. Our ladies were cute and sassy.

Happy Thanksgiving!

2011-11-26T10:39:00.000-08:00

We hosted this year, and I have to say I am thankful for so many things, but this year, I was most thankful for new carpet. When you see the pictures, you will know why.

Indian leg wrestling is a tradition in the Lemmon family.

As is eating...

And we always love a good drama...

I am grateful for my many blessings. I missed my mom and dad this year, but I am glad they were able to be with Zac and Adriana (even if it was at a Golden Corral in Texas). I also missed Bard this year. I had to come to the realization, that I can't fit it all in sometimes. I'm learning. Always learning.

Maggie!

2011-11-06T07:21:00.001-08:00

We wanted to see Maggie turn three. Feeling very adventurous, we joined the fun very last minute. I'm so so glad we did.

Proof!

2011-10-21T12:00:00.000-07:00

Bobby keeps threatening to tear the playhouse down. I assure him it's being used during the day. He says it's worthless and just takes up space. I say it's a part of our familiy's history. He says it's hideous. I say we have so many memories that include the bright blue, imagination station.

The proof is in the picture, right?

We Really Do Try!

2011-10-12T19:47:00.000-07:00

We try to read our scriptures, hold family prayer, and attempt family home evenings.

Here is how tonight looked:

San Diego Weekend!

2011-10-01T19:13:00.000-07:00

We tagged along with Chris and Edna to San Diego last weekend. Pictured below you will see the two major highlights of our two night get away.

If you know who this is...you must be jealous. If you don't...I'm sorry. He is a gem. I have laughed, cried, and created with him (in my mind). We saw him at the mall, and he looks just like he does on television; perfect.

I have been dying to try The Lucha Libre Taco Shop for years. This place is fantastic! The food is great, and the atmosphere is fun. The only thing missing was my two boys. We will certainly be taking them for a visit.

Another Tiny Miracle!

2011-09-27T15:23:00.000-07:00

Last week I was making dinner and heard Mallory screaming. I ran to the garage and found Bobby's toolbox had fallen, and Tiny was under it. He could not be seen. I tried to lift the box (about 300+ pounds), but I was just able to lift it enough to see my baby was actually there. I screamed and screamed for help. Bob was inside napping, and he finally heard me and came running. He lifted, and I pulled. Mallory kept screaming.

My babe was pretty out of it, beat up, sweaty, and had thrown up what looked like several times. We took him to the ER. He had a CT scan of his head, neck, and body. Everything looked okay, but they admitted him to pediatrics to keep their eye on him. Dr. Rathle happened to be there checking on another patient and after examining Tiny and talking with us, we decided to take our boy home.

We are so fortunate he walked away from this.

If you have this type of toolbox you should bolt it to the wall somehow or separate the two pieces.

Pittsburgh!

2011-09-22T11:06:00.000-07:00

Katie and I were able to go visit Joan in Pittsburgh last week. She went up four days before me, and I met up with them from Wednesday to Monday. We had a good time. I had hurt my back, so I was a little bit of an old lady. Sorry, ladies.

Kelly was unable to join us this go round. We hope our next trip will find all of us together (maybe even Z and Adri!).

The Cathedral of Learning was pretty much closed, but we had fun with what was available.

We, of course, played Rummikub.

Phipps Conservatory has a great gift shop! We were in there so long we didn't have time to actually walk through the gardens. Hahaha. Luckily, Katie and Joan had already been through it before.

We went up this hill, and I can't remember for the life of me what it's called, but here is the view. Awesome!

And most importantly, we ate out a lot!

Chocolate Milk!

2011-09-22T10:21:00.000-07:00

Strider found me in the office and asked for chocolate milk. I told him I'd be there in a minute to make it. I walk in to find this:

Sweetest Boy.

2011-09-05T21:39:00.000-07:00

Eight years have come and gone...My how we've grown (in more ways than one).

Something Sweet About Being Adopted.

2011-08-31T23:46:00.000-07:00

This was a super sweet thing my son, Strider (4), said today.

As we drove down 1st Street I said, "There is the house I lived in before I was adopted."

My niece, Naomi (7) responds, "You were adopted?"

I quickly say, "Yes, when I was close to your age."

Then she asks, "Why were you adopted?"

I haven't had to answer that one in years. How do I properly answer that question? I blurted out, "Because nobody wanted me."

Strider chimes in, "It was because I wanted you, Mom."

Powerful words. I needed to hear them.

Day of Firsts!

2011-08-09T15:44:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was not only Buddy's first day of first grade, but it was also his first day to ride the bus and first day in school ALL day.

To top it off, last night right before bed he lost his first tooth.

Back To School!

2011-08-08T22:47:00.000-07:00

Three of my four kids started school today. Sydney started 8th grade, Mallory 5th, and Maverick 1st.

Maverick's report after school: "The day just kept going, Mom. No playtime just recess." He is adjusting to an all day schedule.

I dropped Sydney off at school and wanted to do the same for Maverick and Mallory. Mallory was excited, but Maverick wouldn't hear of it. He was all geared up for his bus ride. Every day last year we would pass the bus stop full of kids as I drove him to his school across town. We would stop each day and roll the window down, so he could visit with his buddies. If you look close, you can see his white backpack getting on the bus.

Coronado Beach!

2011-08-03T19:01:00.000-07:00

We spent an afternoon at Coronado Beach yesterday. It was a quick trip with a lot of sun, but we had a great time. We have had Naomi staying with us while Lexi was in the hospital, so Naomi was able to come along. She said it was her first trip to the beach!

I was nervous about the sand and the camera, so I hardly took pictures. Then I see people with million dollar cameras taking pictures left and right. Oh well.

Thank you, Chris and Edna, for inviting us on your little adventure. It's nice to feel wanted...ALL OF US! I know we are quite a crew.

Future Olympians?

2011-07-29T10:00:00.000-07:00

Maverick has been learning swim strokes through the city swim program this summer. He chose to skip the meets each week because he "didn't want to race." He heard medals rather than ribbons were given at the final meet and quickly changed his tune.

He did well, and seeing him excited made the weeks of sweating in the bleachers worth it. Maverick placed in both back and fly.

I have to admit it was fun sitting with Jill each week and then watching our sons accept their medals yesterday. I have to give a shout out to Emma who completely took her heats by storm. Jaw-dropping butterfly. Being a swimmer in a former life, I hold the fly in highest regard.

Thank you for the picture, Jill. Yours are always so much better than mine.

My 8th July 24th

2011-07-23T23:18:00.000-07:00

In the Mormon world July 24th is a big deal (especially in Utah). It's Pioneer Day. In Mormon world your eigth birthday is a big deal, as well. It's the year you get baptized.

July 24th has an entirely different meaning for me. It's the day my first son was born, and he would have been eight this year had he lived passed six weeks and one day.

Each year I handle this day a little different. I would not say it gets easier each year. Some years are better than others. I try to celebrate his birth (not death) on this day. I do it quietly. Bobby and I exchange a word or two about it, and we are forced to go about our day's business. Tomorrow we have church, and I even get to teach a lesson on service. Should be interesting.

I am better because of his life. I am stronger, wiser, more faithful, and determined. I sweat the small things less than I did, and I tend to remember what's truly important more often. When Thomas died, I was so in tune. I became the strongest, wisest and most faithful I had ever been. Nothing of the world mattered to me at that time.

Quicker than I would care to admit the world has crept back in. Each July 24th I try to renew myself in honor of his memory. I try to regain some of that strength, wisdom, and determination. I remind myself how silly all of this petty stuff around me is, and I recall what is of most importance.

Let us not forget why we are here and what matters most. Though he was just six weeks and one day my son taught me more than I had learned in a lifetime. I can hardly recall his face, or his smile, or if he had a birthmark, but I can tell you he is mine for the eternities, and the love I have for him never fades.

Happiest Birthday, my son. Till we meet again.

Family Vacation Day 6

2011-07-18T21:10:00.000-07:00

Thank you Cook family for your kindness, patience, and hospitality. Let's do it again next summer (or sooner)!

Family Vacation Day 5

2011-07-18T21:05:00.000-07:00

Mallory's birthday is July 5th. She woke up to this (thanks to the Cook's):

For the afternoon we headed up to Salt Lake to do Temple Square. Amazing. The best part was lunch. For Mallory's birthday, she was asked to write a wish on a piece of paper with her name on it. They attached it to two balloons. Then they opened up the roof of the building, and she released the balloons. All eyes were on her, and I cried just a little. It sure beat a birthday song at a steakhouse.

It was neat seeing all of the church sites. I had not been since I was a kid.

Special thanks to Carson for watching the boys, so we could just relax and enjoy the sites.

Family Vacation Day 4

2011-07-18T20:22:00.000-07:00

We celebrated the 4th of July in Utah with the Cook clan. They had their neighbors over, and we set off a TON of fireworks. I have no pictures. In my opinion, if you've seen one firework you've seen them all, but I took of million pictures of our daytime activities at Thanksgiving Point.

Family Vacation Day 3

2011-07-18T20:20:00.000-07:00

July 3rd was probably my favorite day.

Family Vacation Day 2

2011-07-18T20:16:00.000-07:00

We decided to try out the Alpine Slides in Alpine, Utah (home of the 2002 Winter Olympics).

We had a blast on the slides, the zip lines, and the roller coaster.

After our day in Alpine we went to the Pizza Factory. It was delicious, and I can't believe I didn't take pictures of the breadsticks.

We ate dinner then went to Gigi's aunt's house to enjoy some July 2nd fireworks. We had a spectacular view of the valley, but this is the only picture I really thought worth posting.

Family Vacation Evening 1

2011-07-18T19:34:00.000-07:00

When we arrived in Cedar Hill, we immediately had shaved ice and visited the coolest park.

Family Vacation

2011-07-18T19:01:00.000-07:00

We went to Jeff and Gigi Cook's house in Utah for five days, but we packed so much into five days that I feel it is best to break the post up into parts.

We left July 1st at 4:00am.

We stopped in Vegas for breakfast. We chose to eat at the Bellagio and share the Vegas buffet experience with our kids.

They each ate nowhere near $17.00 worth of food, but it was fun to see their eyes grow as they took it all in.

Some Funnies!

2011-06-27T09:56:00.000-07:00

I hear people say all the time, "Make sure you write that one down, because you will forget all of this one day." I use this blog for that very purpose. Strider said a couple of funny things this last week, and I want to get them down before I forget. Getting old stinks!

1. Strider wanted ANOTHER piece of gum. I told him to quit swallowing his gum. He told me, "It falls down my throat, Mom."

2. Yesterday, I'm standing in my closet wondering what to wear (worst part of my day). Strider is sitting in my closet and asks, "Where does Jesus live?"
I respond, "In Heaven."
He asks, "Where's Heaven?"
I say, "I'm not sure, I guess it's all around us. Jesus is watching us right now."
Strider cuts me off with, "NO! Santa is watching."

Season 3!

2011-06-20T13:36:00.000-07:00

We had our first trip out to the river this weekend. It felt good to get back in the boat and on the water.

More Fun With Bags!

2011-06-14T19:48:00.000-07:00

I removed my last post about fun with bags, but here is another one, and I don't think anyone can find anything illegal or scary here.

You all know my boys love to wrestle. Here is their attempt at creating their own singlets.

Les Miserables!

2011-06-13T11:44:00.000-07:00

Patty bought us tickets to Les Miserables, and we went this Saturday. Zulema just had the baby and couldn't go, and Gel was busy with a piano recital. I'm happy I was able to go. It was a fabulous show, and the ladies I went with are one in a million. Thank you, Patty!

Living On The Edge!

2011-06-13T11:35:00.000-07:00

Bob and I decided the other day at the very last possible minute to go to Disneyland. We have year passes that are about to expire. We have never taken the boys, and the girls went about 18 months ago for the first time. We woke the kids up at 4:00am and told them we had to go rescue Edna and Chris who had broken down in California. We stopped for breakfast about a half hour away from the Magic Kingdom and broke the news.

They were exstatic!

We entered the park around 9:00 in the morning and left around 9:00 at night. The boys were super tough and rode Space Mountain, Tower of Terror, etc. They weren't tall enough for California Screamin', so the girls and Bob did that one on their own.

I'm so glad we did it. I had a hundred reservations and reasons not to go, but we did it. It was unplanned and last minute, and I loved it!

We were home in bed by 1:00am. It was a quiet drive home, needless to say.

Sawyer's Blessing!

2011-06-06T08:16:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was a perfect Sunday. The Lemmon family had yet another baby to bless. Sawyer Jason Lemmon was given a blessing by his father, Jason. It was a sweet moment.

I generally take a billion pictures at these events and post them right away, but we had our friend (a professional) there taking photos, so I felt in the way. This is the only picture I took. I'm a little sad because Zulema looked so beautiful and at peace holding her new son.

Trust 30 Day 4

2011-06-06T08:10:00.000-07:00

In true form, I have fallen behind. Typical.

That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him. Where is the master who could have taught Shakespeare? Where is the master who could have instructed Franklin, or Washington, or Bacon, or Newton? . . . Shakespeare will never be made by the study of Shakespeare. Do that which is assigned you, and you cannot hope too much or dare too much. – Ralph Waldo Emerson

Identify one of your biggest challenges at the moment (ie I don’t feel passionate about my work) and turn it into a question (ie How can I do work I’m passionate about?) Write it on a post-it and put it up on your bathroom mirror or the back of your front door. After 48-hours, journal what answers came up for you and be sure to evaluate them.

I do not feel passionate about me. How can I feel more passionate about myself?

Trust 30 Day 3

2011-06-04T13:08:00.000-07:00

The world is powered by passionate people, powerful ideas, and fearless action. What’s one strong belief you possess that isn’t shared by your closest friends or family? What inspires this belief, and what have you done to actively live it?

This is getting a little more difficult, isn't it?

I believe (and you are welcome to disagree) a person's life can be judged by the cleanliness of their microwave. I've used many a microwave over the years in many a home, and I know if their unit is clean then their life is most likely orderly. If the unit is crusty, you can pretty much tell their life is busy and hectic...might be too hectic. The only wrench in my theory is a maid. If there is a maid involved then re-evaluation may be necessary.

True to form, I avoid uncomfortable topics with humor.

I'm off to clean my microwave!

Trust 30 Day 2

2011-06-04T12:58:00.000-07:00

I wrote this last night at 11:54pm from my iPad when I realized I had not done my writing assignment for Day 2. As luck would have it, I lost my wireless signal and could get zero 3G as my Day 2 was posting.

Here is yesterday's:

Your genuine action will explain itself, and will explain your other genuine actions. Your conformity explains nothing. The force of character is cumulative. – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance

If ‘the voyage of the best ship is a zigzag line of a hundred tracks,’ then it is more genuine to be present today than to recount yesterdays. How would you describe today using only one sentence? Tell today’s sentence to one other person. Repeat each day.

Today was rewarding while exhausting, and this pretty much sums up my entire school year...or life.

Trust 30!

2011-06-02T11:08:00.000-07:00

My sister, Katie, is particpating in a 30 day writing challenge. Joan and I decided to join her.

So, Day One: Fifteen Minutes to Live

We are afraid of truth, afraid of fortune, afraid of death, and afraid of each other. Our age yields no great and perfect persons. --Ralph Waldo Emerson

You just discovered you have fifteen minutes to live.
1. Set a timer for 15 minutes.
2. Write the story that has to be written.

Only 15 minutes? How much time should I allow for editing? All this pressure.

I may only have 15 minutes remaining, but my words will live on forever. That's the beauty of the written word but also the curse.

I have tried so hard. I really have. I have tried to be the daughter the parents wanted, the wife my husband needed, the mother all children dream of, the big sissy little girls and boys wish they had, and a friend to all who would have me. Exhausting but worth it.

It has been a good life. Rough but good. Tough but rewarding. Challenging but sweet. The yin and the yang.

I only have a few minutes remaining, so I can't get as specific as I'd like, but I am confident those who know me well, know exactly how I feel.

I learned eight years ago to appreciate every moment. I have to constantly remind myself. So my last words are that very reminder. This life is precious. It sounds cliche, but if we all embraced life, this world would be a kinder place.

I have time remaining. That's how I like it though. Just like my life; short and simple.

Two Boys!

2011-06-01T20:38:00.000-07:00

This is what I came home to today. I love it! My two boys always keep me on my toes.

Remind me of this post in a couple of weeks when summer is in full swing, and I'm jobless.

Prescott!

2011-06-01T20:33:00.000-07:00

My most favorite place to visit is Prescott, Arizona, and some of my most favorite folks live there. We decided at the very last possible minute to head up for one night.

I took very few pictures, but I had to post a couple from our "camping breakfast" at the lake.

Piano!

2011-06-01T20:17:00.000-07:00

Mallory and Sydney just had their piano recital for this year. I'm proud of them and their progress. Sydney surprised her dad with a song from "Lord of the Rings."

Mallory played in her school talent show, as well.

Thank you, Edna, for a wonderful year and an awesome recital.

Kinder Grad!

2011-05-19T15:30:00.000-07:00

Maverick graduated from kindergarten today. I'm very pleased with his year and owe so much to his caring and kind teachers.

FFA Honor!

2011-05-19T15:26:00.000-07:00

My grandmother was honored at the San Pasqual FFA banquet last night. I was honored to attend. Heck, I was honored to be invited. I usually feel so out of the loop.

This was the first FFA function I've attended since I was a state officer oh so many years ago...about twenty (hurts to write it). The event was wonderful, and my grandmother was as beautiful and gracious as ever.

One day very soon I will write a post about Evelyn Berryman. Prepare for your mind to be blown. She is quite a lady.

C!

2011-05-19T15:15:00.000-07:00

Sydney is an honor student who pretty much achieves solid A's throughout the year. She might get a B here or there, so when she came home the other day and told me she was getting a C in her foods class, I was baffled.

Well, I guess she missed one day of school, and this one day happened to be a lab day.

The only way to bring her grade up was to make deviled eggs at home and bring the teacher a sample.

Have I mentioned the teacher is my mother?!

MY Day!

2011-05-09T15:28:00.000-07:00

I had a wonderful and relaxing Mother's Day (minus church). I took a four hour nap and ate great food that Bob made...not me. Food, sleep, and a good book pretty much make the perfect day for me. Easy to please.

I took a couple of photos. Nothing too great, but they have great meaning to me.

Pictured is a note Maverick wrote for me completely on his own. He is phonetically spelling/writing, and this brings me great joy as a reading specialist. He is well on his way to a whole, new world. I'm so proud of him and his hard work this kindergarten year. I wasn't sure how he'd do based on his energy level, but he has proven to be intelligent...just busy. I owe his teachers a special thank you.

Below is pictured Strider and I at Hand In Hand's Mother's Day Tea. It's the most special event of the year, and this was my seventh one. Knowing I may only have one more to attend made me a little sad. My babies are growing up.

One last thing:

Bob had the family go around the circle and say one thing they loved about their mom. Everyone's answers were sweet and cute, and they went around more than once, but this was my favorite.

Syd, "I love Mom's laugh...It's really loud."

Easter!

2011-04-27T19:17:00.001-07:00

I absolutely love Easter. I know I say this every year, but it's true every year, so I have to say it.

What's not to love about it? We celebrate the resurrection of our Savior and eat candy while wearing new clothes. I sound shallow, but I'm serious. It's just a beautiful day all around. Church, baskets, dress clothes, egg hunts, dinner with friends and family...Perfect day.

Lucky Number 13!

2011-04-27T19:06:00.000-07:00

Syd turned 13 on April 20th. She had a great day followed by an awesome weekend. She was spoiled by both friends and family. We hosted a sleepover in her honor and had about 14 girls in attendance.

Yes, I survived, and the house is still standing.

Foods!

2011-04-27T18:59:00.000-07:00

Sydney is taking foods class at school. It's actually called something else now. It's a much fancier name, but I'm not sure what it is.

In class a few weeks ago they learned to make cream of wheat. The teacher told them if they made it at home and took a photo they would earn extra credit.

Well, here's the photo. Too bad Sydney didn't care to eat the cream of wheat!

Did I mention her teacher is also her grandmother?!

Note to teacher: Can part of the extra credit include cleaning the cooking mess up at home?

1:59 = I'm Adopted!

2011-03-23T10:16:00.000-07:00

"Another One Bites the Dust" is one of my theme songs. It's a song most Americans love or at least can identify within the first two beats (with the exception of probably my mother). I remember singing to Queen at the top of my lungs with my cousins in their Camaro back in 1980. I was so little, and I had no idea what was ahead of me on this road of life, but I knew me some Queen.

A few short months after the Camaro phase, I was adopted.

Now, you tell me that Freddie is not shouting, "I'm adopted!" at the 1:59 point in this song.

I'm telling you, this is my song.

Bob's Birthday!

2011-03-23T10:09:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was Bob's birthday. It was a normal, busy day in the Lemmon home. I feel bad. We didn't eat cake or even sing. He opened a gift from the kids and I but then later realized it was a piece of equipment he didn't need, so we'll be returning it.

I'm sure glad his birthdays always last all week! I'm hoping for a fun weekend.

Z's Visit!

2011-03-23T09:45:00.001-07:00

When you are fifteen years older than your baby brother the relationship is quite different than that of a typical brother and sister. I went away to college when he was three. He knew me through the phone, and he isn't much of a talker...especially over the phone. One day I called to check in. I had called him "Duke" from the day he was born (middle name and an honored family name). My four year old brother answered, and I said very excitedly, "Hi, Duke!"

He responded, "My name's not Duke. It's Zac."

This was the most he'd really ever spoken to me over the phone, and it was clear to me I didn't know him the way I thought I did.

I was busy going to school, getting married, and having kids while he was occupied with growing up, playing ball, and finding a very special girlfriend. Our lives have just been in two different playing fields.

This week Zac came home for spring break, and he came over a few times and hung out. He is an adult now, and I see that our playing fields are now in the same complex. We are not on the same field, and we are certainly not in the same game, but it's something, and I'll take it!

I love you, Z! I'm so proud of you. Hang in there.

Lexi Loo Who!

2011-03-23T09:36:00.001-07:00

Lexi turned two! We had a great time visiting with family at the park in the cold wind.

She is now a member of The Treehouse Kids Club. She made her first visit right away, and I was a proud auntie.

You Are My Sunshine!

2011-03-11T19:28:00.000-08:00

You Are My Sunshine
My only sunshine.
You make me happy
When skies are grey.
You'll never know, dear,
How much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

I would often sing the chorus of "You Are My Sunshine" to Buddy when he was a baby. Sometimes I would whisper it to him at 2:00 in the morning, so I would not wake the others sleeping. Once in a while I would hum it with tears in my eyes as I rocked my new son. Then there were times I would run through the lyrics in my mind to get me through a frustrating mom moment.

My mom would sing this song when I was a kid. I only know the chorus because that's all she would sing. I'm guessing that's all she knew or all she could get through. Each time she would sing it, she would cry. I would worry and wonder why she would cry about a song. As I entered my teen years, I would roll my eyes when she would cry so easily. "How embarrassing, Mom!" Now, as an adult/mother I understand fully (probably as fully as possible) the lyrics, the meaning, the emotion of this song.

Maverick is my sunshine. He will never know how much I love him. I begged each night (heck, all day, too) to not have him taken away.

He is the sunshine that proves I weathered the storm. We did it, Buddy!

My sunshine turned six years old yesterday!

I love you, Buddy.

Family Fun!

2011-03-01T19:28:00.000-08:00

This is Lemmon family entertainment...Bobby Lemmon family anyway.

Three Boys.

2011-03-01T12:52:00.001-08:00

I often refer to Tiny and Buddy as "Two Boys." Not often...ALWAYS. I can say it when I'm doting on them. I can say it when I'm annoyed with them. I say it several times a day. I love my Two Boys.

We played at the park yesterday. I took a picture with them and the picket that has my first son's name on it (Thanks to the awesome Pam Weatherwax.).

Three Boys!!!

Mom's Birthday!

2011-03-01T12:48:00.000-08:00

Boops and Kibbee

Laners

Mom, Carol, Grandma, and Joyce

While I was away with Katie seeing Joan, my mom's birthday came and went. Auntie Carol was awesome and pulled together a luncheon for the Berryman ladies when I got home.

Retreat!

2011-03-01T12:05:00.001-08:00

Just Joan and Katie Kat in Baltimore at the harbor.

Joan and I showing off our Lumberjack pride at Edgar Allen Poe's grave. We love you Z!!!

Coral reef made from yarn...crochet...Picture for you, Megan Hall! This is featured at The Museum of Natural History.

Just a small piece of The Library of Congress. WOW!!!

Dinner at Chang's. Thank you, Janie.

My sisters and I have this dream of a yearly sisters' retreat. It has only happened once.

This year for Christmas Bobby bought me a plane ticket to see Joan in Columbia, Maryland. Katie was able to go, too! Three out of four isn't too bad.

We spent a day in D.C., a day in Baltimore, and a day in Joan's apartment.

Very relaxing.

Thank you, Bob!

Missed you, Kellumbus. One day we will all be together again...We might be grandmas by then, but we'll do it for sure. Maybe Zac and Adri can come by then and push us around in our wheelchairs.

Three Cups A Day!

2011-02-11T16:40:00.000-08:00

With the new year I decided I was going to get to the gym. During the last twenty seconds of my first time ever spin class, my foot somehow got wrapped up around the pedal, and I fractured two bones in my ankle.

While in the exam room at The Great Dr. Peare's office he asked me if I drank a lot of milk. I assured him that I do. He said, "Do you drink at least three cups a day?"

Bob jumps in, "Depends if there are Oreos in the house."

I couldn't say a word. It's all true. I'm so bad.

"My Great-Aunt Miss Arizona"

2011-02-03T12:17:00.000-08:00

I borrowed a set of this book title today from a veteran teacher...a legendary teacher (love you, Janie). I was looking for a short read to do with my small groups. Without hesitation she handed me "My Great-Aunt Miss Arizona" and assured me they would love it.

Well, I don't know if they loved it. I was too busy loving it myself. This sweet book brought me to tears (more than once) while taking my turn to read aloud. Let me clarify, I was not tearing up. I was crying. My students were very concerned and could not understand what the emotions were all about, but these were the words that set me off:

"She hugged them when their work was good, and she hugged them when it was not."

This book captures the heart of teaching and was a tender reminder for me of why I come to work each day.

Miss Arizona taught in the mountains in a one room schoolhouse. Talk about differentiated learning! Teaching today is extremely different than it was in Miss Arizona's day, but the centerpiece of teaching is constant...The Child.

Everyone is wearing rubber bracelets with "Livestrong" or "Boobies" printed on it. Maybe, I should manufacture a rubber bracelet with "The Child" on it to constantly remind society of what truly matters and where our focus should be.

P.S. The first shipment of my bracelets would go to the government.

Bound & Determined!

2011-02-02T11:09:00.001-08:00

A vocabulary word this week for my ELL students was "errands." As a visual for them I created a "To Do" list on the board and explained how my mom is a chronic list creator. She lives by the list, so therefore, I refuse to be a lister. There are so many things I am bound to do just like my mom/dad, and then there are things I am determined not to do like my mom/dad.

Bound To Do:
Dance while driving and sometimes brake to the beat

Read multiple books at a time

Excessive use of the word "friggin"

Say certain words and phrases while requiring a New York accent "We love ya's."

Throw my head back and laugh out loud...very loud

Integrate sarcasm in absolutely any type of situation/conversation

Be my children's biggest fan

Find humor in most things...even inappropriate things

Be the bigger person

Determined Not To Do:
Wear a housecoat

Claim there are barking spiders in public

Wear fanny packs (see picture previous post)

Collect anything

Scream at an athletic event live or on television

I think I will add more to this list, but this topic was on my mind today after chatting with two friends at work. It's so easy as a parent to beat yourself up for what you did and didn't do, and it's easy for a child (myself) to remind parents of all they did and didn't do.

I love my parents. Friggin' nutballs!

Did I just make a list?

100% Chance of Crazy!

2011-01-25T18:49:00.000-08:00

While talking with my sister, Joan, yesterday about how crazy our parents are I was able to use the adopted card in my favor for the first time.

I usually keep the adopted card hiddeen away. I have been known to bring it out for a "feel sorry for me" moment or two, but for the most part we just ignore that I'm adopted, step, or half to anybody. I just want to be everyone's sister. Normal.

Back to yesterday...Joan and I were discussing some of the nutty things our parents do/did. I laughed and said, "You know with our parents you have a 100% chance of crazy!"

Of course, she responded, "Do you really think your birth parents are any less crazy?"

Well, there's always a chance, right?

Sabra "The Exemplar" Lemmon

2011-01-21T15:11:00.000-08:00

Scene I
This morning on Bob and Sheri they were discussing the arrest of the 100 mobsters in New Jersey and New York. It then lead to mob names.

Examples:

Anthony "Gaspipe" Casso

Jimmy "The Weasel" Fratianno

Johnny "The Hook" Regatti

Vincent "The Chin" Gigante

Frank "The Hammer" Jones (for you Frank)

Tony "The Tiger" Rosario

These names are earned, and it's always fun to hear how they get the not so loving label.

Scene II
I arrive with my boys to school today and am quickly instructed by Maverick's kinder teacher to report to Mrs. Parsons (the director) right away, and I'm told to take Maverick with me.

I am informed he and a friend have been saying very mean things to some of the younger, preschool children. It has upset one child so much that he doesn't want to stay for extended day anymore for fear of a run in with my five year old. Basically, my son is bullying, and it has to stop.

I had no idea! I know he's wild and unruly, but truly I did not know he was terrorizing three year olds.

Once again, I am Mother of the Year.

I'm in the director's room hearing what she is saying and thinking, "Wow. I am a mother of four. I am a teacher. I own a child care center/preschool...Yuma's Best 2010 actually. AND I serve on the board with Mrs. Parsons. What am I doing wrong here?"

On paper I look like I know what I'm doing, but I just don't. I remember the saying, "Babies should come with a manual." I never thought I needed a manual UNTIL TODAY. In fact, I always thought that saying was kind of dumb.

I didn't even know how to respond to Mrs. Parsons or what to say to Maverick during the meeting. I just sat there like a buffoon. I went to my car and cried like a baby myself. I cried to Bobby. I cried to my friend,Carrie, and then I moved on to crying to Savana. I can't remember the last time I cried (other than funerals, movies, shows, and commercials).

Closing Scene
Mafia name given: Sabra "The Exemplar" Lemmon. So named because I am a constant example...typically of what not to do.

Buddy "The Bully" Lemmon

We Three!

2011-01-19T16:12:00.000-08:00

I was able to see two of my three sisters this weekend. We tried over and over to take a picture of ourselves, and this was the best of the bunch.

We three have been sisters for 25 years, and we were buddies before that. I can't imagine life without 'em. From making imaginary music videos in the van to playing meadow girls on the farm the fun rarely ended. We've been through a lot together, and we are stronger because of it.

I love you, sisters.

The Ride Is The Thing.

2011-01-15T12:53:00.000-08:00

Today was Grandma Darlene's funeral (Tom's mom). She was a sweet, little lady. Since attending my own son's funeral, I have pretty much avoided all funerals. Patty's mom passed away last year, and that was my first funeral in six years. I didn't just attend, I delivered the eulogy. It was very emotional for me. I was sad to lose my friend Peggy, and I ached for Patty's loss, but I was also re-grieving a little selfishly. Today was a little different. I watched Bobby's Aunt Nancy say goodbye to her mother and wrap her sweetly before the casket was closed. I thought of how life moves. It never stops. It truly is a circle. Today we celebrate Strider's birthday, as well. That's just one example of the circle and the always moving ride of life.

Jerry Seinfeld said it best, and I've quoted him many many times:

"Life is truly a ride. We're all strapped in and no one can stop it. When the doctor slaps your behind, he's ripping your ticket and away you go. As you make each passage from youth to adulthood to maturity, sometimes you put your arms up and scream, sometimes you just hang on to that bar in front of you. But the ride is the thing. I think the most you can hope for at the end of life is that your hair's messed, you're out of breath, and you didn't throw up."

"He's All Boy!"

2011-01-12T12:29:00.001-08:00

I took Tiny to Sam's Club today for lunch, and several times throughout the adventure I was told, "He's all boy!"

What does this translate to? Is it some sort of compliment, because they sure present it like one? Is it a passive aggressive way to tell me to control my wild child? Could it just be elderly folks trying to strike up conversation?

Whatever it means, I'm glad he's all boy and not a half of one. What fun would a half boy be? I don't dare tell them there is another one just like him (maybe more boy if possible) at home.

This is "ALL BOY" sleeping. Perfection.

Along Came Polly.

2011-01-10T21:00:00.000-08:00

Edna and I have been in business together for a while now. I have learned a lot about her, but I have learned more about myself.

I overheard Edna telling an employee the other day that we needed to replenish our Polly Pockets. I had a free moment on the computer at work today, so I quickly looked on eBay for a lot of Polly Pockets on auction. Here is what I see:

Huge Lot of Polly Outfits: $1.99

Huge Lot of Polly Pockets: $3.99

That is an incredible deal, right? I jump right on it. I'm bragging to all the employees in the room about the great deal I found on Polly Pockets and use the "Buy It Now" option on eBay.

I never even thought to read the item description. After all, I consider myself a bit of a toy expert (owning a play center and all).

I texted Edna right away to let her know I handled the Polly situation, and I impressed her with my sweet find.

Later, I decided to send the seller a message asking her to combine shipping for me. That's when I noticed my enormous error!

The auction was for ONE doll and ONE outfit. If you add shipping in, I spent just about $15.00 on A used Polly Pocket (market value new:$5.00).

I had to laugh at myself. I have been taught this lesson before. I guess it was time to relearn it.

Edna and I compliment each other in that I jump into things without thinking it through, and she'll think about it forever. Most times we meet in the middle and things happen. Special thanks to Edna for just laughing at me when I broke the news. She's so patient with me.

P.S. I know Mom, "Always read the fine print!"

Strange Find!

2011-01-07T20:43:00.000-08:00

I can't stop looking at this photo my son took of himself. Would you call it creepy, strange, art, or would you have just deleted it?

Downing Christmas!

2011-01-07T20:22:00.000-08:00

For the Downing family, we like to spread our events out as much as possible. We had Christmas with Katie the second weekend of December. The next weekend Joan arrived. During Joan's stay Kelly made a visit, and while they were all here we had a party at the Downing home. Then on Christmas day my parents come over, and we always open our boxes in a very orderly fashion while Mom photographs every moment. Often times if she misses a shot we have to reinact the scene just for her. We can laugh about it now. Neat, orderly, quick, and pracitical is the Downing Christmas way.

Christmas Breakfast!

2011-01-07T19:44:00.000-08:00

More Breakfast!

Every Christmas morning after opening gifts at home, we head over to Patty and Tom's for breakfast. The breakfast is my favorite part of Christmas. After eating a good ole fashion heart-stopping breakfast, we move on to the presentpalooza! Gift opening at the Lemmon home is done very different than the Downing way. At Patty and Tom's it's pure chaos! It's every man for himself! It's messy! It's loud! It's insanity! It's awesome!

Christmas Morn'!

2011-01-07T15:51:00.001-08:00

We had a wonderful Christmas this year. It's so fun at this stage. Bob decided at the last minute to make a workbench for the boys. It has chalkboard paint on the tabletop and toolboxes to boot. The boys love it. Mallory got new derby skates and Sydney opened a camera. Santa brought Tiny a bike, and Buddy got a basketball hoop (like Zac). Joan was surprised with a Nook, and Bob opened the best surprise of all this year. See if you can tell what it was bythe picture below. Bonus points if you know the first movie he watched.

Bobby's Surprise!

Workbench built by Bob.

Photo that inspired the workbench (taken at my mom's)!

Boops and Buddy starting the process.

New derby skates for Mallory. She outgrew her old ones and has been waiting and waiting.

Strider opening his Batman castle.

Christmas Eve!

2011-01-07T15:04:00.000-08:00

Each year Patty and Tom host a Christmas Eve party. It's always a lot of fun, but this year had to be one of my favorites.

Bobby and Frank looking at which records they can break this year.

Alexis doing a carpet angel.

Mike was "Bobbied" this year at the gift exchange.

The infamous Santa Bag!

Julia striking her pose.

Mallory and Naomi...I don't want to know what they were smelling.

My awesome, talented, gorgeous, sparkly friend, Denise, and I smiling for the camera.

Three of four Lemmon boys. Where was Jason?

Ashley and Rosely came in all the way down from El Centro.

Carla, Joan, Ashley, and I. Patty was busy. I have no pictures of her or Tom this year. I'm terrible.

My beautiful, hard-working, fun loving, single friend, Carla and myself posing for FaceBook profile pictures.

Sydney and Kay-Lanie all grown up.

My Buddy!

Just Joan's Stay!

2011-01-07T14:54:00.001-08:00

Joan comes down each Christmas, and I've been the lucky one to house her most times. We have created some traditions together, and these have become so important and special to me.

-She always takes the kids to look at lights and then eat ice cream.

-She babysits on the eve of Eve, so Bobby and I can go Christmas shopping.

-When we get home she wraps gifts all night long with us.

-She wakes up with all of us at the crack of dawn to open presents with us.

-I always make sure to spoil her rotten, so she'll come back the next year!

Just Joan, I just love having you around.

Guess who? Hysterical.

This photo pretty much captures Joan's entire visit.

Kelly & Company's Visit!

2011-01-07T14:41:00.001-08:00

Kelly and Chelsea

Jaime and Maggie (No, she does not have a mullet. It just photographed like one.)

I have been slow to blog about Christmas. I think it's just the overwhelming amount of photos I took that discourages me. I still have to sift through and decide which ones are blog worthy.

I was loading photos last night, and I saw these of my sister, Kelly, her husband, and her kids, and I had to do a post just on them. They came down just for a day to do Christmas. I loved having them and hated to see them go. I appreciate Jaime for missing his grandfather's birthday party for us. I know his family was probably very disappointed.

My sister, Kelly, has grown into an amazing woman. I am so impressed with her and all of the accomplishments she has made. She is the sweetest mom, and most adoring wife, not to mention...a college graduate!!! I'm just a super proud big sister.

I heard my dad saying (bragging?) about his four daughters all being college graduates, and it got me thinking about the different paths we have each taken and where we are now. We are four very different sisters, girls, women, but we are all very close and very loyal.

I was fortunate to see each of my three sisters over the holiday. Best Christmas ever!

I love you, sisters!

Kellumbus and Just Joan

Kellumbus and Dad

Our idea of "crazy faces" is lame.

Keep the Sabbath Day Holy.

2010-12-19T23:23:00.001-08:00

In church today we had a lesson on keeping the sabbath day holy. It was a nice reminder for me. It is one of the ten commandments, and I walked out of the building with a renewed commitment to try and better observe this special day of the week. Here is what I see upon my exit:

How am I doing in my run for mother of the year?

Please note the hobo gloves he wore all day after he stole them from Grandma Pat.

The Particular Tree Has a Visitor!

2010-12-17T12:42:00.000-08:00

What is this guy doing in my tree? Doesn't he know he is NOT welcome.

Tiny's Two Day Program!

2010-12-17T12:39:00.000-08:00

I love this kid. He was putting on quite the show for everyone. I was/am so proud.

Two of These Things Do Not Look Like the Others...

2010-12-15T17:03:00.001-08:00

I have a very "particular" Christmas tree. In years past, I would allow the kids to put their homemade ornaments on the back side of the tree, but they are now old enough and have caught on. I came home to this the other day:

Mrs. Kathy, please note my especially particular ornament added to the tree tonight. Can you see it? Christmas trees do not photograph well unless you use a Hubble type lens. In fact, I'm a little embarrassed by the way it looks on camera.

Kinder Christmas Program!

2010-12-15T16:57:00.000-08:00

The other night we attended Maverick's Christmas program. What I thought was so funny is that each child was allowed to choose their own part to play in the nativity. My child chose to be the lamb. Is that strange? No king/wise man, no star, no Joseph...lamb. His grandmother and my grandmother will be proud when they hear his choice.

Pictured with a very "wise" friend, Braden

Kindness Makes A Difference!

2010-12-14T19:58:00.000-08:00

Fuddle Tattoo (and muscle arm trick)

Ice Skating (one RV student was doing spins-amazing for first try)

On Saturday, Katie and I had the opportunity to attend Kindness Makes A Difference Day. I am the liaison for Rancho Viejo, so I had eight students attend. I asked four different teachers to select two students they felt were in need of kindness. This year was different for me than last year because they weren't "MY" students. It was still a wonderful, humbling experience, but I only cried once instead of eighty times.

K.I.D.S. is a local non-profit that brings kindness to children around the Yuma area. They are also the people behind the cuddle kits received by children in the pediatric unit at the hospital.

www.cuddlekit.org (live link not working)

My students and probably around 160 others had their faces painted, hair done, ice skated, snacked, chose a gift for a loved one, wrapped the gift, walked through The Christmas Village (each building had an activity) and met with Fuddle (mascot) for a photo. The cherry on top was Santa arriving with hundreds of gifts for these awesome kids.

A couple of my students are saving their wrapped gifts from Santa for Christmas because these will most likely be the only gifts they receive.

I wish I could have taken the entire Rancho Viejo population. They all deserve an experience like I had Saturday. I bet I benefited more than the students.

As I professed last year, "Kindness truly does make a difference."

Katie Kat!

2010-12-14T19:19:00.000-08:00

My sister, Katie, was down for the weekend. I am always excited for her visits, but I always feel bad because it seems so busy when she comes. There was never a dull moment, I'm afraid. She can't call four days at my house a "vacation." I bet she drives home with a renewed appreciation for her life...and birth control! Just kidding, Sister.

Electric Light Parade!

2010-12-14T19:13:00.000-08:00

Due to the time Bob had put into The Christmas Village, the light parade float took a back burner. Of course, the day before the parade he and Chris got serious about our entry. We did not win this year, but we feel good about our efforts. Time was very limited.

Bob already has a plan for next year. Watch out, Yuma!

Ice Skating In Yuma!

2010-12-14T19:10:00.000-08:00

We took the kids to ice skate on media night at The Christmas Village. Mallory loved it. I think she would have gone all night. Maverick enjoyed it and didn't want to leave, but they were shutting the place down.

Special thanks to Carla for helping them get fitted with skates!

Lights With The Lemmon Family!

2010-12-13T14:50:00.000-08:00

Each year my kids go to look at lights with Tom and Patty and some of the other cousins. This year I even went along to help with crowd control in the bed of Bob's truck. We went after to Jason and Zulema's for some hot cocoa and muffins.

I'm hoping we were just out looking too early in the month because no one really had lights up. Good thing my kids go every year with their Auntie Joan.

Holiday Humblings.

2010-12-09T10:52:00.000-08:00

I have the honor of working with the migrant students (52 last count) at Rancho Viejo this year. I do a pull out program three times a week with 4th, 5th, and 6th grades.

As I explain to my students, "Migrant means your mom or dad might move with the lettuce." (just in case you didn't know)

We work on reading, writing, and English skills. Today, my lesson was based on the word "tradition." We discussed different traditions families all over the world have. I left off Christmas. We spoke of Easter, birthdays, 4th of July, etc.

When I felt ready, I pulled out the book "The Night Before Christmas" and shared with my small group two specific traditions in my home during the holidays. I always give my kids new pajamas on Christmas Eve, and I always buy a new Christmas book and read it to them before they go to sleep (also on Christmas Eve).

I told my students I was going to share one of my books with them, and I began to read. I would take breaks here and there to go over vocabulary they might be unfamiliar with and allow the students time to share anything personal.

At one point in the story I paused and one of my 4th graders said, "Santa doesn't come to Arizona though."

I went on to learn that he has had visits from Santa in the past, but since he's been in Yuma Santa has not been by.

My heart dropped. I felt terrible guilt for sharing my traditions and excitement about the holiday season while this boy and so many others (especially at Rancho) will go without.

It is so easy to get caught up in the hustle and bustle of the holidays. I appreciate Rancho for keeping me in check. I love my job. I love the staff I work with. Each one gives more than the average. We have an amazing group of kids on campus, and I walk away feeling good about what I've done each day. What a blessing!

Today was a reality check and a reminder to not only remember the true spirit of Christmas but to pass it on to children.

I would love any experiences you have had giving charity/service during the holidays. I have big plans for our family this year.

Mother Of The Year!

2010-12-01T16:28:00.000-08:00

One day I may write a book, and I already have a title in mind. If I get around to a second book it will be entitled "Mother of the Year" and blow your mind.

I had a mother of the year moment yesterday.

Strider was born with PPHN and tested positive for Strep B, so he was seriously ill. We were flown to Tucson on his second day in this life, and for the next two months our lives were hell (sorry Ms. Martin). During this hellish tour we were also told Strider had a hole in his heart, but it was something we could worry about later. It felt like they were saying, "Let's just see if this kid even lives through this ordeal first."

When he was around 18 months I was notified that the Tucson docs were in Yuma and wanted to see him for his heart. I took him in, and he was out of control. He would not sit still long enough to even listen to the heart much less do any further testing. I was told to come back when he was three.

Last week, I received a letter in the mail notifying me of Strider's heart appointment. The doctor walks in the exam room and listens to his heart. He tells me a murmur is still present and further testing should be done to determine the seriousness, but the test runs between $4-5,000.00. He must have been told I do not have insurance and tells me to give them a call when I get some medical coverage. He proceeds to tell me just as long as it's in the next two to three years, so if surgery is necessary it can be done before the child is seven years of age.

I told him I probably won't have insurance in the future, and here is his response, "Well, I wouldn't go mortgaging the house or anything, just give us a call when you get insurance."

Here is what I wish I could have said:
It's a good thing because I already mortgaged my house in order to pay some other medical bills, sir!!!

Do you realize you are looking at a million dollar baby? Good thing we had insurance back then, but 20% of a million is still a lot!!!

So, you are telling me that that sixteen year old girl in the waiting room with two children will have her son taken care of on the government's dime, but my children who are lucky enough to have two parents who work hard for a living, pay taxes, and try to do the best they can will not be able to provide the medical attention their children deserve?

Of course, it's me we are talking about I said nothing. I just held my son tight and walked out...ashamed, embarrassed, and hopeless.

Moving Day!!!

2010-11-29T19:04:00.000-08:00

HSOY's Dog House

Bob At The Hilton

Bob Covered In Dust...the last several months

The Back Of The Gingerbread House

The Treehouse Kids' Club

One Part Of Three For Santa's Workshop....Those are not candles. They get bulbs on top once it's in place.

Bob is moving the village tonight. He and several drivers will be pulling out of Tom Lemmon Drywall around 11:00, and I will be on the curb cheering them on. Here are some of his creations loaded up and ready to go. I am so excited for Yuma! Opening night is December 10th at The Quartermaster Depot. I'm sorry the pictures are so dark. I tried to get there before the sun went down. No such luck.

Two Thanksgivings!

2010-11-29T14:31:00.001-08:00

We went to Grandma's for First Thanksgiving. We had to go without Bob. I lost Bob to the Christmas Village he's building for the Visitor's Bureau long ago. Then we headed in town and had Second Thanksgiving at Tom and Patty's. It was a busy day, and I was feeling very under the weather, but we ate well and laughed much.

I sure appreciate all the trouble our hostesses went through this year. Thanksgiving is typically my favorite holiday. We make time for family, we eat, and we give thanks. It doesn't get too much better than that.

My favorite part: Games with my brothers in law.

Boys...

2010-11-29T14:25:00.000-08:00

I won't post too many pictures as examples, but I jumped on to blog Thanksgiving and was loading my photos on the computer. I was feeling bad about how few I had taken (blame it on sickness), and I see there are 66 pictures!!! I'm watching them load, and I'm seeing a lot of child nudity. Lots and lots of butts is all I'm sayin'. Looks like two boys and a cousin got a hold of my camera. Too much funny.

Typical.

2010-11-15T13:28:00.001-08:00

My new prized possession is now crushed. Any guesses?

The Obligatory Halloween Post.

2010-11-06T15:47:00.000-07:00

We all know how I feel about Halloween. It's just one big stressful, wasteful, idiotful (my own word) day.

As far as Halloweens go this one was a little less painful than usual.

There was one funny thing. Tiny wanted to be a gorilla, and he saw this costume at WalMart and insisted it was a gorilla. What Tiny wants...Tiny gets.

Quick To ASSume!

2010-10-30T16:56:00.000-07:00

I don't know that I specifically said it was the boys who spilled the paint. I was quick to assume it was them. A day later I spoke to the boys about the incident, and they informed me it was a sister that caused the paint to spill.

Said sister wanted them to get down from the scaffolding. They would not listen, so she shook it to scare them into coming down (my boys don't scare easily). They didn't come down, but the paint sure did.

Pictured is our carpet forever ruined, the paint can, some handy artwork found in the gameroom, and today's mess in our storage pantry.

"You May Not Want To Rush Home."

2010-10-28T23:09:00.000-07:00

I was just about to leave work today, and I'm chatting with some of my favorite ladies when I get a text from Bob that reads, "You may not want to rush home."

I opened the attached image to find this:

Now, I'm posting this for a couple of reasons. The first reason is because these types of "incidents" are what started this blogging craze of mine. If you are new to my blog please read posts past. If you are a veteran of the blog then you might need a good laugh or a reality check, so please feel free to review. The second reason is I want to remember this forever. My husband took care of everything, as always. "No complaints" (past post, as well). Third and most important reason for blogging this is to document my mother's reaction...

Let me begin by saying this is not the same woman who raised me. It just can't be. I call to tell her the boys knocked a gallon of black paint off the top of some scaffolding in our game room, and it's everywhere. Her response? "Well, you're lucky it was just paint. It could have been a lot worse, Babe. It could have been one of the boys."

Who is this lady?! Friends, do you have any idea what would have happened to me if I were to spill a gallon of anything on her carpet when I was a kid...much less black paint? One time I snuck nail polish into the bedroom (huge no no), and my sisters and I were doing our nails. We were taking a rest, and the bottle spilled on the headboard (nickel size). Of course, Mom smelled trouble and came looking for the open bottle of polish. I have never seen her more mad than that moment.

It's official. The evolution has occurred. Pat Downing is a grandma.

I did fail to mention, I tried to get the polish off by scraping it with a metal cuticle tool.

Special thanks to Jesse's Carpet Cleaning for coming to the rescue. Beautiful work with a smile.

Kibbee Is Progressing...At Least I Think She Is...

2010-10-28T22:55:00.000-07:00

This is Mallory's third year in gymnastics. I'm so impressed with her and her accomplishments. Some of her moves come naturally, but she has really had to work at others. Some of the kids on the teams seem to do it all with ease and grace while others struggle. Before each practice I tell Mallory, "You don't have to be the best. You just have to work the hardest."

After practice I will ask her how she did, and I will ask if she was the hardest worker. This includes no whining. I hear absolutely zero feedback from any of her coaches, but from what I can tell it seems she is holding her own. Mind you, I am no expert, but I'm so proud of her and her constant efforts.

The teams from Gymnastics World had their first performance this weekend.

This Is A Joke, Right?

2010-10-25T00:21:00.000-07:00

My sister, Katie Kat, and her awesome friend, Robert, were perusing a new bookstore today and found this little treasure.

She of course, texted me a photo of it right away.

Unbelievable on so many levels was my response.

1. Who needs Cliffs Notes for a Nicholas Sparks' book?

2. This little, yellow book means professors and teachers out there are requiring a Nicholas Sparks' book to be read for their classes.

3. There is actually a teacher's guide to go along with this gem. Unreal.

4. I am floored that someone has the audacity to shelf this yellow book along side truly great Cliffs such as Jane Eyre, The Good Earth, Moby Dick, Pride and Prejudice, To Kill a Mockingbird.

5. I especially love the photo featured of Slick Nicky right on the front cover. That is sure to sell some copies.

Thanks for the smiles Kat and Robert!

Maui 2010!

2010-10-23T17:09:00.001-07:00

We took hundreds of pictures, and I don't want to "bog the blog" with too many pictures, so I have chosen a few favorites, and the others will lie dormant on the computer for the rest of my days, I'm sure.