Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Jerry World–AKA–The Dallas Cowboys Stadium

For Father’s Day, yes that long ago, I got Jeremy a VIP tour of the Cowboy’s Stadium.

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We waited until the last minute – surprise, surprise – to use the tickets.  Which happened to be Monday.  The place is HUGE.  Seriously, H.U.G.E.

When we showed up, everyone else in the metroplex thought this day was a good day to do the tour, too.  The VIP tour was sold out until Thursday!!  But we could do a self-guided tour.  We both actually preferred the self-guided.  We could spend as much time at each place as we wanted and we saw all the things the VIP tour saw (except a suite).  It was also nice because they had all these people stationed at different areas and those people told us a lot…. plus offered to take pictures Smile

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Jeremy was in awe the whole time.  He loved it!

IMG_1179The infamous huge screens.

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This is where the Cowboys run onto the field.

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A press conference with the new owner Open-mouthed smile

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The new owner waiting to go up to his suite in his own private elevator!

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Jimmy, can’t have a tour without Jimmy.  I LOVE Jimmy Open-mouthed smile

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Jeremy in front of Roy Williams’s locker.

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I had to stand in front of Romo and Wittens’ lockers, hee hee.

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The cheerleader’s locker room – I really would not want a picture of myself blown up to that size, I’m just sayin’.

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One last picture… amazing!  We plan to bring the boys back in a year or two.  I think they would have so much fun running around on the field!IMG_1194

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Log Cabins

When we visit Mamaw and Papaw, we also love visiting Dale, the dog.  IMG_1124IMG_1126

Mamaw and Papaw also got us Lincoln Logs for Christmas.  The boys could not wait to get the logs out and build something.

Of course with A LOT of Daddy’s help, we built some very cool buildings.

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While Daddy worked on Mason’s, Hagen patiently worked on his own.

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Mason checking out the directions with Daddy, making sure he was doing it right.IMG_1137

He was so excited as it was being completed!

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The ever so patient (for the most part) Hagen, ready for Daddy to get started on his building.

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This architect thing is tiring Winking smile

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So happy Hagen Open-mouthed smile

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Monday, December 27, 2010

Christmas Morning

Actually, the night before… we left out the cookies for Santa and the carrots for the reindeer.  Hagen wanted to eat the cookies, not leave them for Santa. 

If you remember from last year, after all the hype about Santa, Hagen did not want Santa to visit.  I don’t blame him, thinking about some big guy visiting him while he sleeps can sound scary.  Hagen showed a little of that before he went to bed, but he was so tired from all the day’s festivities, he was asleep pretty quickly.

Here are the cookies.

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After Santa came – here is everything set out.

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Santa ate the cookies and he must have given the carrots to the reindeer because they were all gone.  Only some crumbs remained.  He even left a note Winking smile

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Last year we wanted to see their faces when they first came out of their bedroom and saw their gifts… this year we hid the bikes in the teepee and hoped they would be so sleepy, they would come straight to our room.  And… they did Open-mouthed smile  It was so nice being able to sleep in a little.  Once both of them got to our room, we took them into the living room.  The first thing they noticed was the Hot Wheels Garage.  They immediately wanted to play with it, so I told them to check their stocking. 

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When they went to check their stockings, they discovered their Sing-a-ma-jigs.  So funny, they thought they were hilarious. 

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After our distraction, we remember our Hot Wheels garage and went back to play with that.

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Then we pointed out the teepee and told them to see what was inside of it!  So fun!!  They were so excited when they saw the bikes!!

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"How Preemie Moms Are Chosen" by Erma Bombeck

Did you ever wonder how the mothers of premature babies are chosen?
Somehow, I visualize God hovering Earth, selecting his instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As he observes, he instructs his angels to take notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son. Patron Saint...give her Gerard. He's used to profanity." Finally, he passes a name to an angel and smiles.
"Give her a preemie."
The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy."
"Exactly," smiles God. "Could I give a premature baby a mother who knows no laughter? That would be cruel."
"But does she have the patience?" asks the angel.
"I don't want her to have too much patience, or she'll drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wear off, she'll handle it. I watched her today. She has that sense of self and independence so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I am going to give her has a world of it's own. She has to make it live in her world, and that's not going to be easy."
God smiles. "This one is perfect. She has just the right amount of selfishness. "
The angel gasps, "Selfishness! Is that a virtue?"
God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she will never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't know it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take for granted a spoken word. She will never consider a step ordinary. When her child says momma for the first time, she will be witness to a miracle and know it. I will permit her to see cleary the things that I see - ignorance, cruelty, prejudice - and allow her to rise above them. She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life because she is doing my work as surely as she is here by my side."
"But what about her Patron Saint?" asks the angel, his pen poised in the air.
God smiles.
"A mirror will suffice."

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