Friday, Oh NO!

Long and boring Friday here... I am at work, yet I don't want to be.

It is my birthday, and my sweet husband brought me a flower and some lunch.
How kind is that?

Today, I am 34. Can you believe that? Dave and I were talking last night with the kids. Emma was asking things like, "How did you feel when you first kissed Daddy?" and "Did you date in high school?" Sadly, no Emma, we did not date in high school like most people. I guess that really is not sad, though. We had enough time to kinda figure out who we were separatelyas well as with other people. Then, we got together. At a Bar. And we drank. Alot. And, then ...

Nah, I didn't say that.

I said, "No, Daddy and I dated a little bit after high school."

And that answer was good enough.

As for the kissing part, well, I told her when I kissed her Daddy, the birds sang and music played and everything was magic. You should have seen this girls face light up. She has dreams. She believes in love.

I took my wedding dress out of the closet and out of the bag and I showed it to her. She asked me if she could wear it when she got married. I, of course, said yes.

Tripp then joined the conversation and asked me where he and Emma were when Daddy and I got married. So, I said, "Well, Tripp you were not born yet. You were still an egg." And he was good with that.

One day they are going to ask questions that I will have a hard time answering. They will not take the short answers. My past is going to catch up with me. I am not looking forward to it.

Two for One!

I'm BBAAAACCCKKK!

Twice in one day.. can you believe it?

Tripp's hiney problem started minimally last night... but came back this morning. So, off to the doctor's office we went. My poor boy. Now, we are scheduled to go back to Vanderbilt to a specialist - the super special regular doctor that we have is saying colonoscopy. UGH. Not, not, happy.

Kids are sleeping now. It is a late nap as they have been at Grandma's playing, and there is more important things to do than nap at Grandma's. Like playing in the rain. And playing with Mallie. And riding bikes.

Emma has a ball game tonight.

Here are some sayings of the week... some make me happy. One makes me terribly, horribly sad.

Saying #1
Scene: Tripp and Emma are fighting this morning. He is mimicking her.

Emma: "Tripp, stop copying me!"
Tripp: "Emma, that is what little brothers do!"

Saying #2
Scene: Tripp is a pervert at three.
There is a boy at VBS. His name is Brock.

Tripp: "Mom, his name is BRA-CK... see, Bra-ck! huh, huh, huh!!!"

Saying #3
Scene: Tripp is a pervert at three.
I am bending over in front of him, tying his shoe.

Tripp: "Mom, I s-eeee your braa!!!"

Saying #4
My sister came over on Monday. She and Emma played Barbies. Emma has a ton of Barbies cause I was a mother to an only boy for 7 1/2 years. She has never shown any interest in the dolls. They are really for me.

Emma: "Mom, can we play Barbies sometime?"
Me: "Sure, Emma, anytime. Why haven't you ever asked me before?"
Emma: "Cause you are always so busy."

Me: *thinking* I would like to throw up - RIGHT NOW.
Me: *actually saying* "I am never too busy for you. We will play whenever you want."

In a funk.

I guess I have been in a blogging funk... or maybe an overall funk. It is summer now and I have been playing outside with the kids this week, going to ballgames, VBS, and doing stuff.

Everyone is healthy, which is suprising after my last weekend fever episode.

It is 4 a.m. and I can't sleep. I have to be up in two hours to go to work. It is going to hurt by late this morning. Maybe I can go take a nap.

Here are some recent pictures of the kids at the UT Stadium... we went and watched the Orange and White game in April. This should counteract some recent Auburn pictures that were placed online.

Emma posing by the Music Hall.

The kids outside of the stadium.

The kids inside of the stadium.

Tripp in all his orange.

And, just for some middle-of -the-night eye candy, here is the backside

of that hunky new coach, who is just a few weeks older than I am. Much better looking that Phillip Fulmer. Reckon that will win them a game? (I am lovin' his visor!)

Why do birds chirp at 4 in the morning? It is dark and no one can see them...