Lucky Day

"Mamma this is my lucky day, I got a cookie, and Panda Express and I got to be with you and Mommy" Warren

Dana and I decided to do a little late maternity shopping, I believe all pregnant woman should have new cloths for the home stretch. Soooo....I called Dana and asked her to meet me at Fashion Place Mall, she decided to pull Warren out of school early to spend some quality time with Grandma and Mommy. It was an AWESOME afternoon, Warren got what he asked for...Mrs. Fields chocolate dipped cookie, orange chicken from from Panda Express, new "vampire" shoes for Halloween (they also double as school shoes) and a ride on the kiddie roller coaster, what more could a 6 year old want!!!!

Dana has some new outfits to make it through the "I feel so big" months and I got to spend time with two of few of my favorite people!!

Wyatt is next on my list of quality time, which he reminds me of in his daily phone calls...."Momma I want you pick me up and get lurpy".....so I guess I'm off to the 7-11 for a "lurpy".

I love this quality time stuff.....1 down 3 more to go!!!!!

Wyatt, Poop and Mother's Day!

Momma, I poop!!

This was Wyatt's greeting to me as I picked up he and Warren for their monthly sleepover with Momma Mates (the name Warren gave me when he started to talk). I should say that the sleep over is for the boys to sleep and for me to lay awake making sure they are breathing, comfortable and not peeing the bed!!! Needless to say I am ready for bed at 3:15 p.m.!!!!

Its hard for me to put into words my love for Dana and Nathan and for the grand kids. As many of you know my children did not come to me in the normal fashion, Cheryl, their mother allowed me to become their mother and to claim them as my own. All of them have brought such joy and love into my life. I have come to understand my own mother's struggle with my decision more clearly while I watch them forge ahead with their own lives (in spite of what I may want them to do). I now get to cherish loving my grand children, spoiling them with ice cream for breakfast, 4 trips to the hot tub, 3 "tubby" times, beating grandma at Mariocart and me loving cleaning up after them!! I get to do the things I wish I would have done as a mother more often while Dana and Nate were still at home!! So on this Mother's Day, once again I want to thank Cheryl and Tad for making me a mother!!!!


P.S.
Whahoo, congrats to Dana who now instead of changing diapers only has to wipe a darling little boys bottom!!!

"Swarm" Ball

Ever since Kendall started playing soccer at age 3 I have thought that the more appropriate name should be SWARM ball......Really its like watching a beehive! Saturday Deb and I went to the kids soccer game, Deb entertained Wyatt and I took pictures, these are just a few of the many I could choose from, I won't bore you with all of them!!!













Warren, looking at Dana, I love the way this photo worked out!!!

Deb was teasing Wyatt, letting him pretend to pull out her nose ring....













Mckayla, it was so cold!!!!

















Wyatt is such a cutey!!!









Mckayla, Wyatt, Warren after the fierce soccer battle!!!!

Finally Pictures!!!!

I finally got this uploading picture thing down.........



Jake and Kathryn's new baby Jane















John one of our "Sand Lot" boys.

















Anne's Andrew

















Allison's Peter










Emily and Victoria

















Colin, Cory, Jessica

















Kendall, Mathew, Betsey and Lauren......





Caitlin, Patricia (holding Jane), Jonthan









Jon and John searching for Mike's lost Easter egg......















More to come....................

The Queen is 80!

The Queen turned 80 in March.















SHUSH! Even the Queen needs a nap!!!

I am a Liar

Ok........here I go confession time!

I bought a leather jacket last September, I keep hoping that I will find the "one" that I keep forever.

When I was a kid I would get my new school clothes, hang them in my closet, look at them each day until it was time to wear them. Problem was I didn't want them to get old so I would open the closet doors look at them, shut the doors and decide to wear them tomorrow. It didn't take long I would finally put them on, wear them, and thennnnn............they ended up old, and on my bedroom floor.

And so I come to the present, for 3 or 4 years running I have purchased a leather jacket, thinking I had found the "ONE"! That this year I would not only buy the long sought after jacket, but, I would actually find the right occasion to wear the jacket. Well this was not to be the year, I found the jacket tucked away in my closet awaiting its premier while changing out my winter clothes for my summer clothes (moving my black uniform of winter to the back of the closet for my black uniform of spring).

This is were my confession comes in, I bought the jacket at Nordstrom, as I was walking into the store to return the jacket I found myself coming up with just the right statement as to why I was returning the jacket at the end of the season.

"I bought this for a friend and it didn't fit" (sorry I don't pay this much for birthday's)

"I bought this for my mother and she didn't like it" (you must really love your mother)

"I just wasn't happy with the way it fit" (why take so long to return it dummy)

As I was walking toward the store I thought "why in the world can't you just tell the truth?" Well of course you can, "I found this jacket in my closet, didn't wear it, and so I am returning it" this was what I was going to say when she asked.

So as I approached the desk and took out the jacket and placed it on the desk, it just came out I couldn't help it....."I bought this for my mother and it didn't fit, its such a beautiful jacket....blah blah blah........" AGH!!!! (again with the details) What is it about me that I have to explain every breath to every stranger......that is an questions for another post......or maybe not!

Well the jacket is safe back where it belongs, where someone who will let it become old will find it and take it home.

The Ungratefuls and tomato soup

I don't know the names of the "ungratefuls", I just know that they are the 13 and 7 year old granddaughters of Sue, my new knitting classmate. Apparently the off springs of her son don't know how to write thank you notes, call or even email their heart felt thanks to their grandmother.

I wish I knew the ungratefuls names it seems to strange to call someone such a name without ever having been offended by them. I laughed inside and knew enough to keep my mouth shut since I was one of those ungratefuls from years gone by!!!

Really didn't thank you notes go out with slips, gloves and hats? Guess not, and if and when my mother reads this I will be reminded of my ignorance!

This is my first knitting class, I thought it was time to find out how you really knit. It comes with all the requisite little old ladies, talk of grandchildren, (afore mentioned ungratefuls) hip replacements, friends of friends who broke a pelvis while reaching for a glass of water BLAH BLAH. On and on it went until in a hushed voice someone asked for the tomato soup recipe, "I've got it in my car" came the reply, "I love that recipe I won't eat another can of tomato soup". I thought to myself, "I love a good recipe can't wait to have that one". When Shirley came back with the recipe we all hurried to get our own copy. From the end of the table the command was given, "this recipe is a secret and I can only give it to the knitting class, please don't give it to anyone else", WOW, this must really be good I thought...........AND then it came my turn to write the blessed recipe down........under threat of my life I am going to give it to you......

Colleen's daughters' tomato soup (remember so good you will never eat another can of canned soup!!!

2 Cans Tomato Soup

1 Can Diced Tomato's

1TB Basil

1 tsp Paprika

2 cups Milk

Saute together:

2TBL Butter (by the way I think that olive oil would be better, but Colleen reports that would ruin the taste, and a little butter if "just fine"

Onion

Garlic

Mix all together and serve with dollop of sour cream

SHHHH don't tell, I might be labeled an ungrateful and get kicked out of my knitting class!!!