Slumber Party Fun

My favorite people are people who do not take themselves too seriously.  Most likely because in my profession we have to be serious all.the.time and because I am a bit on the ridiculous side.     I also am a bit of a girly girl and love to dance, dress up, and do crafts.  These are some of the many things I have in common with little girls.   Four to be exact.    So in desperate need for some "girl" time, I had a slumber party with four of my favorite girls in the world.  

We tie dyed shirts.

We watched The Lorax

 

 

 

 

Scooter and Stacy stopped over with Kazmyn and I got to meet my newest niece Zadie Jo.  She made my womb wiggle.  I am in LOVE!!!

 



Zadie and Mommy

 

 

We tried to take a picture of all the cousins... keep in mind that before Christmas there will be three more babies!!!!  

 

 

Are we shocked that the three boys are silly?  Me either, and it cracks me up. 

Also we offered $$ to the others for staying still and the little boys do not care about money.  Yet.

 

 

We had pizza, popcorn, and candy.     Oh.... and we put on a performance.   The girls and I.   We put on a little bit of make up and I stressed that "less is more".  I said you don't want to look like a harlot  and of course they asked what is a harlot?  I said.. someone who wears too much make up.  Sometimes I forget that they are so little.   My costume was picked out by Ella and the others gave their approval.  The girls each brought their dance wear and we practiced and worked and it all came together!!!    Each girl had a chance in the spot light and the back up dancers were supposed to do what the lead performed.  It was an absolute blast.    I bet you wish you were here to watch it. 

 

 

 



 



Cool, Baby, Mama, Squirell !!!

I bent down to put something away in my China cabinet and as I was standing back up my eye caught a glimpse of something that made me scream, "OH MY GOD" and then start laughing hysterically.    This is what I saw. 

This caused quite the raucous and of course Jiggy came running to see what happened.    When I showed him what made me exclaim and laugh he was not amused and a little confused.  
You see I had been, "Squirrelled".    Not knowing the importance of this event, he went back to his hotwheels. 

I was so excited because I had not seen the crazy dude for a couple of years.  The Squirrel attack is best done by surprise and when you are least expecting it so the attackers were biding their time and patiently waiting to strike!      Not sure what the heck I am talking about????  

Well let me start from the beginning.................................


When Chris and I bought our first house in Rockford, aka the bain of our existence, my Dad and Sue would come up and work on it and stay there overnight etc.  They called it camping at Katy's.  The previous owners left behind this ugly beaten up squirrel.   It became a game to move the squirrel all around the house and surprise each other with where it would end up.    The game evolved and for the last 8 years,  the four of us would randomly leave the squirrel at each other's house.   

 

Poor Dude has no nose.

 

Once I put it under my Dad's pillow and then in his glove box.   I found him in our cabinets and other random spots and once I think they mailed him to us.  He has traveled back and forth to Rockford, Dixon, Kansas City, and Byron.  

It had been so long since I last saw the squirrel that I had forgotten who had it and wondered if I lost it in one of our many moves.   I should have know that they had it all along, patiently waiting to Squirrel us when we least expected it! 

What I love about this game is that it is unspoken, organic, and not planned.  It just sort of happened and grew.   I also love it because it is something that is just ours, just between the four of us.   A small little way to say, I love you, I am thinking of you, and by the way........ "You just got SQUIRRELED"


On a side note----- when I was in my early 20's, I used to say " Cool, Baby, Mama, Squirrel! "  I was friends with a guy named Ryan and to this day when I randomly see him out and about we will say it to each other and laugh.    Why?  I honestly have no idea why or how we started saying it.  Like I said, early twenties.

Did you miss me?

Remember when you were little and the things your parents said seemed so weird and annoying?  You told yourself that you would NEVER. EVER. say that to you kid.      I know I did that a lot.  Of course now that I am a mother of a two year old boy and a 7 year old boy..... well lets just say not only do I say it.... but I mean it too.    One thing I have heard myself say is that I am about to go over the edge.   The edge of what?  who the heck knows but both my mom and I seem to spend a lot of time right there on the EDGE.      I must confess, I may have actually been over there the edge and it is not pretty.    Little people do that to you right?  Can I get an Ah men?  No seriously I need to know that I am not the only one that loses her temper and then feels like the worst mom in history for not using her patience and quiet voice to calmly explain why we cannot keep the patio door open when it is 108 degrees out.  

 But anyway we have covered all that before we all know I have a lot of heart in the game, but still need practice.  

It has been awhile since I have written on the blog.  I am sorry my six loyal followers please forgive me.  The fact that my last blog post was Jacob's last day of school for the summer is not lost on me, I see the connection.    In an effort to catch you all up here is a long, awesome, rundown of what you have missed.

Chris and I ran our first half-marathon.  The run was interesting.  We arrived too late to warm up and I had to use the bathroom.  The line was so long the race started while I was in line.  I decided to "screw it", although I am sure I said something else more egregious in my head, and took off for the race.  There were bathrooms along the route and I stopped off at the first one I saw.  Chris and I were separated and he was way ahead of me until about mile 10 where I caught up to him.   I lost him for awhile because he had to go find a bathroom too.  That is where the wall hit.  It was fun up until mile 10.   The last three miles I struggled but made it to the finish without walking and within 2:14.  It was a cool achievement.    We ran a couple more 5K's this summer and plan to focus on those for awhile. 

 

After the marathon

 



The summer was fast and furiously hot, but we managed to have fun.  I am experiencing writers block so I will just go down a quick run through via pictures.

Jacob
 and I decorated Grady's door

 

Grady's Birthday

He cried because of the singing and the candle.

or as I like to call this picture

"Before Cake"

"After Cake"



 Ghetto Water Slide on a random hot day.

Stop judging you know you are jealous.

 



 Are you thinking that this highlight reel is boring?  Me too.   I have a couple of posts up my sleeve that will be much better.  Promises.  I needed to break back into writing so consider this post just a little practice of what is yet to come.