Sometimes It's All About The Daddy....

Especially when there are goodies hiding in his pocket....

When there are big life moments like graduating Kindergarten....

When the son needs saving from the dinosaurs of life....

When a strong shoulder is needed....

Sometimes it's all about the Daddy....

I HEART Keith Olbermann....

Do you know what is going on with this government? The war? I think most of us do know what is going on but no one seems to listen. In Olbermann's Special Comment he hit the nail on the head. He has a way with words.

Totally snagged this from Alien....

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Happy Mother's Day....

Happy Mother's day to all of you.

I found that when I became a Mother that my appreciation of my own Mom increased a lot. So thanks Mom for everything you have done for us (I'm including my family and Mike, Russell and Tammy in that). I think the hardest thing about being a Mother (apart from the worry that started the minute we find out we are pregnant and my Mom assures me it won't stop even when they all move out of the house) is always wondering if you are doing the right thing. Mom, you did a wonderful thing. Every time I see a rainbow, I think of you. Every time someone needs help and they seem to look right at me for it, I think of you. Every time I hear laughter, I think of you. Every time we use the toilet plunger (long story), I think of you. Every time I walk into Church, I think of you. Every time I watch a black and white movie, I think of you. Every time I read a book and want to share it, I think of you. Every time I need a shoulder to cry on, I think of you. Thanks Mom for everything. You helped make me the wonderful (or so my kids told me today!) Mom I try to be.

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On a Charlotte note. I swear I have no idea where this child comes up with this bloodthirsty need but here is the conversation in the van on the way to church this morning:

Kids in the back seat: Mine, let me, my turn, HEY... (all at once).

Jeff: Everyone needs to calm down back there! Now!

Kids in the back seat: What, stop that, give that to me, HEY!

Jeff: Did you hear me?

Charlotte: You better stop GUYS or I'll break your ARM!

Charlotte: I'll break you LEG too! AND you neck! So stop it.

Pause. Mom snickering. Dad asking what did she say. Quiet in the back seat.

Stike Up The Band....

This is the instrument that Andrew plays. Dad calls it a Tuba to tick Andrew off. I call it a Baritone. The official term is a Euphonium. Um, K. All I know is that Andrew's concert was awesome. It was a group of 6th, 7th and 8th graders. They had steel drums, electric guitar, cellos, violin and all the other instruments. I'm sure that between Andrew, Catherine and the other 3 kids we will make it to Carnegie Hall at some point.

The Next Liberace?

Catherine started piano lessons this year. She had her first recital. She rocked Chocolate Cake and The Bike Ride. I remember my first recital and I think she did much better at hers than I did at mine.

Silvia Wants to Send You a Hug and a Kiss....

It's a little drooly but still so sweet.