Sunday, July 28, 2013

To the Lake

I have a cousin on my dad’s side of the family.  Sadly, I don’t have much contact with this side of the family.  But, Edith and I have stayed in contact (sometimes it pays off to embrace Facebook!).  We visited her several years ago on our way to Destin.  This time we went to her lake house on Lake Livingston, near Huntsville.

It was beautiful and so much fun!!  The weather was perfect!!  The boys either had their fishing poles in the water or they were cruising in the golf cart.

Ready to go fishing.

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The minute Hagen stuck his pole in the water (seriously, the minute and the first time!), his pole immediately started pulling.  He was so excited.

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…Until Jeremy stepped in to help and realized just how BIG the fish was… I love Jeremy’s face in the second picture.  This is after he saw the fish and could not believe how big it was.

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Another great one that really shows the shock on Jeremy’s face.  Crack me up!!

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He finally got it out of the water and was trying to get the hook out when it broke the line and jumped back into the water.  Using the picture below, we were able to measure it – 30 inches.  It was later identified as a carp. Everyone (all us novice fishermen) were so surprised.  What a great first fish to catch!  HA!

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Mason’s turn.  And in true Mason fashion, he said he wanted to catch a catfish and what did he catch?  A catfish.

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Hagen’s catfish

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So funny, one of the catfish he caught, he told Jeremy he wanted to take the hook out.  So Jeremy gave him the gloves and he went to grab it.  It made some noise and he jerked his hand away.  He would get up the nerve to do it again and the catfish would make a noise.  Hagen would jerk his hand away again!  It was so funny to watch.  Finally, the fish wiggled so much it got itself off the hook, so Hagen didn’t have to do it. 

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Even I got into it.  Hey, if they were jumping on the line this easily, this was my kind of fishing!

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Another favorite was the golf cart.  Mason and I.

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Hagen and Jeremy.

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We found a playground.  I remember these from when I was a kid!

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Seesaws

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Oh and I so remember these!!

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Love this one!

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Play hard, sleep hard!!

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Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Batting Cages

What a great place to get out of the heat and have some *cheap* fun! 

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Saturday, July 20, 2013

Minute to Win It Game Night

We brought back our annual game night – guess we can’t call it game night again…. This year we decided to do it based on the TV show Minute to Win It.

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We had 8 levels and 7 teams.

I didn’t start taking pictures until about level 6?  Here is The Nutstacker.  All activities you have 60 seconds to complete them.

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Suck it Up was a funny one.  Jeremy could NOT do it because everyone was making him laugh!

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Stack it up

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Level 8, the hardest one.  Mouth to Mouth.  Teams had a dollar bill between two coke bottle and they had to pull the dollar bill out with moving the coke bottles.

Husky was successful.  I love the enthusiasm when they got it!! Smile

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Lisa was doing it for her team and she didn’t make it, but as time was called Chris (her teammate) pulled the last one and it held!  So crazy!!

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Ryan and Tobi also did it.

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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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