Tuesday, January 29, 2013

Wesleyan Basketball Game

Since the boys started playing basketball, we thought it would be fun for them to see a ‘real’ game.  We watched some on TV one day and their enthusiasm while we watched was enough for me to start thinking about what game we would go see.   The Dallas Mavericks are close – but expensive and nose bleed seats didn’t seem to be the best idea.

SO, I thought about my alma mater.  What a great idea!  I was in a sorority and have several girlfriends that have all boys, too.  $5 for adults and kids get in free – sounded perfect!

The morning of game day, Kathleen (my old college roommate) and I got a little *too* excited!!  We both started breaking out our old Wesleyan stuff.  I went through my old college photo album and told the boys all about living in the dorm.  They were fascinated – some what… When Mason saw a picture of me in my cap and gown he said, ‘Do you still have this, Momma?’  Oh, yes I do!!!

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My sweet little scholars!!!

At one point, Kathleen sent me a picture of her old school ID and asked if I thought it would get her in free.  HA – I sent her the below picture back and said, ‘I don’t know… maybe we should try it!’

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Oh man!  We were have TOO much fun AND we hadn’t even left for the game yet!

We met up on campus early to show the boys around.  We planned to go by the bookstore and buy shirts for the boys – but it was closed.  Everyone was super bummed.

But, we went to Stella Hall, our old dorm and found our door.

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The boys were not impressed at all!  Yeah, we know it’s just a door… but to us it was a little more!

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Who would have thought when we lived there that 14 years later we would take our 4 boys back and show them this hall and our door!!  Love it!!!

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Everyone wanted to climb on the ram…. and of course someone was not satisfied until he achieved his goal.

Then we met up with Kelli – a fellow alum and sister – with her 2 boys.  Six boys between us – hilarious!!  We had to get a picture of us in front of the Wesleyan sign.

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(Yes, that is MY kid totally photo bombing the picture!!)

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Our boys!  Love, Love, Love!

Then the game.  So funny – since we were touring the campus, we came in the back way and realized we didn’t pay.  So I guess technically we were able to use our IDs to get us in free.  Kelli said she paid – $550 every month, so she should get in free.  HA HA HA

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This was perfect!  Not huge crowds and the boys could sit anywhere – for most of the game they sat all together on the front row – at times even on the floor!

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This was in between periods – notice the Ram in the background doing some kind of entertainment.

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She came by several times to entertain the boys… they thought she was hilarious.

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It could not have gone better!!  We will certainly be doing this again!!!!

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Go RAMS!!!!

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(Such cute little dudes sitting in the SUB – Student Union Building!) 

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

Family Camp-in

I love creating memories and traditions for our little family.  We thought it would be fun to have a family camp out in… in the living room.  Christmas night we finished all family Christmas get togethers and it was just us.  Ahhh. 

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We decided it would be fun to have a camp in in our living room.  We got all the blankets and sheets in the house and made a huge pallet.  It was perfect!  We had a fire going.  Both boys got to pick one game to play.

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Loved this and will definitely do it again!

The next morning:

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Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Snow, Christmas 2012

The boys were super excited about the snow.  Hagen was probably the most ready to get out there and play in it… but funny, he was the first one back inside warming his hands by the fire.

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Daddy had an unfair advantage.  He is used to working in cold elements, so he had the gloves that keep your hands dry and the extra warm coveralls.  The boys (and I) had the target $2.50 cotton gloves.  I think that is one reason Hagen finally gave up and went in… his little fingers were FrOzEn!!  But, before he went inside, we were able to get quite a bit of playing in!

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They had so much fun!!mason snow

Tasting the snow… (wish I had made snow ice cream for them!)

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Hagen’s snow angel

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Snowball fun

(Love Hagen’s face in the pic below!)

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And just like that…. the cold set in.  This is Mason’s “I’m done” face.  (Hagen was already inside, stripped of the wet clothes and warming by the fire.)

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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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