Happy Mother's Day

This Mother's Day weekend, I had the pleasure of spending valuable time with my mom and my Meme. It was three generations enjoying each other's presence and doling out plenty of mothering along the way.

"A mother's love for her child is like nothing else in the world. It knows no law, no pity, it dares all things and crushes down remorselessly all that stands in its path."-- Agatha Christie

May this Mother's Day be joyful, fulfilling, and blessed for you and yours...

Random Picture Challenge

This Saturday's Random Picture Challenge (hosted by 4 Little Men & Girly Twins) is

July 2005

22nd Picture

This is Buck-a-roo at 4 months old. He was a happy baby and enjoyed playing on the floor beneath his jungle gym.

"Not Me!" Monday returns

Stellan is home. MckMama is returning to her routine. And, her "Not Me" Monday blog carnival is back in full swing.

Coincidentally, our family lived for 5 weeks without one single solitary unplanned unwanted unintentional failed chaotic mishap, mistake, or misadventure. {grin!} And all of the such returned this past week just in time for the return of "Not Me"Monday. {grin!}

:: I DID NOT this week wash a soiled (with urine) pull-up amongst the wet linens and discovered said pull-up as I was switching the load of laundry from the washer and into the dryer and my hands, clothes, and face became covered in the sticky, ooey-gooey, crystalloid, jelly-like inner contents of a diaper.

:: I DID NOT this week find this

hidden in the "secret hideaway compartment" of the boys' table in our kitchen. Looks like those sneaky little rascals have had their stingy little hands in the candy bowl while Momma wasn't looking.

:: I HAVE NOT heard "You mean Mommy/(Daddy)!", "That's not fair!", "You not the teacher", "You not the boss of me!" at least 1,784 times this past week from Frank-o's new-found smarty-pants mouth.

:: We DID NOT recently find this

amidst the boiled crawfish strowed on the table for us to devour at a recent crawfish boil (a lesson a crawfish 101 is available if necessary for those who have no absolute clue what I am speaking of). And, I HAVE NOT saved this picture for 4+ weeks anxiously awaiting the return of "Not Me" Monday to post it.

For much more "Not Me" Monday fun visit my friend and future cruising buddy MckMama at My Charming Kids....

Slippin' -n- Slidin' Saturday

Throughout the Summer, you will begin to notice a theme to how the boys and I spend our time together on the weekends....




Saturdays. Sundays. Sunshine. Swimsuits. Spirits. Swimmin'. Splashin'. Slippin'. Slidin'. Smiles. Suntan. Sunburn. Sweatin'. Soaking. Snacks.















and...Super Silly.

Red Rockets #6

Buck-a-roo had his first T-Ball game last night. I'm hear to tell you that T-Ball for 4-6 year olds certainly holds true to the premise of this blog....C-H-A-O-S. Buck-a-roo, sporting his new team-colored cap, had a fantastic time and Frank-o sat, better than expected, and watched his brother as the crowd roared for each and every missed ball between the legs, stumble over the bases, and swing and a miss at bat.

Here's the rundown (in pictures) of the 2-inning game that spanned almost an hour....

::saying goodbye to little brother as he runs to meet the team::

::pre-game warmup - drop and give me 20::

::flirting with the cutest gal on the team discussing the game plan with a teammate::

::first time up to bat - a nice infield grounder for a base hit::

::1st base::

::2nd base::

::3rd base::

::Score!!::

Please do not question as to why I do not have a single picture of him on defense-ready stance-fielding the ball-playing first base, as I do not have an explanation for that observation.

As a side note...he was randomly assigned #6 and his birthday falls on the 6th day of the month. Coincidence. I think not. It's fate. He's destined to be an Allstar baseball player for many years to come and will forever be known as #6. Ok, I'll slow my roll a bit. But, I'm just saying...

Wordless Wednesday

Tired.Tuckered.Pooped.

2 1/2 year old.

Takes a nap EVERY day for 2 - 2 1/2 hours.

Plays FULL force for 7 hours outside (from 9:30 to 4:30).

In the swimming pool and bright sunshine.

And, when he just can't go anymore; but, just won't give up playing.

This is what happens....

After a transfer from the four-wheeler to the grass.

And a brief 25 minute snooze, he was upandattem again.