Wednesday, May 27, 2009

It's the most wonderful time, of the year . . .

We pulled the boat out last week! Yeah! I took this picture of Wes as he was handing all the stuff over the side. We always take the first week to clean and wax and polish the boat. After all, it is a part of the family. We took it to Lake Barclay over Memorial Day weekend, but it was almost a complete wash out. It rained the whole weekend. So we are starting this weekend on the Ohio River. We are so excited! Sand, sun and water: here we come!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

From Wes

Sometimes I wonder, what did I ever do to deserve this beautiful life God gave me. From a ten-year-old boy this is as mushy as it gets, and I absolutely LOVE it. Thanks Wesley, I think you rock, rule and are "aswem" too!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Kennedy's First Communion

This past weekend was a huge milestone for my littlest monkey. We celebrated Kennedy's First Holy Communion. We are so proud of her. She takes the sacrament so seriously. We spent a few weeks getting ready for the big day. We shopped, we planned the menu, and we made invitations. I took my wedding dress to a wonderful seamstress, here in town, and had her dress made. The veil was also made by the same person. My friend Michelle did the beading on top. I think Kennedy was a little disappointed that we didn't get to go shopping for the dress. But those days will come. Once we picked up the dress, she was very excited. I stressed all week, because it rained, and rained, and rained. As the weekend approached the chances of rain hovered around the 80% mark. I was a mess. Our house is just so small to have 25-30 people here. But, as you can see in the pictures, it was a blessed day. The weather held, my daughter received the sacrament of Holy Communion, and my tender heart survived another step in this journey of watching her grow up.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Save me some smashed potatoes. . . .

Such a sick little boy. Wes woke up Thursday with a raging fever. I qualify for "Mom of the Year" because he woke me up in the middle of the night and said he wasn't feeling well. I felt around on him and told him to get a drink and go back to sleep. John woke me up about 6:30am and told me to come and feel Wes. He had a temp of 103.4. Poor kid fought it through Saturday before it finally broke. When the kids are sick I make them a "sick bed" on the couch. He slept in his sick bed all day on Thursday and Friday and woke up Saturday feeling better. His biggest worry through all of this was that he wouldn't get any mashed potatoes and corn (mixed together, he is my kid after all) at his sister's First Communion Party on Sunday. He was a trooper and kept telling me he was sorry, as if he could help being so sick. I realized it was all over on Saturday afternoon when he got in trouble for, once again, throwing a football in the hallway.