Happy Birthday to Me

I turn 28 today. I am getting old! Thanks to Alisa for the lovely post and hideous picture of me on her blog. I also have to say happy birthday to my sister Heather. I was born on her first birthday. Or as she puts it, I robbed her of her first birthday. It's alright, I love her anyways.
I'm getting a facial today and taking a nap. How sweet is that? Happy Birthday to me!

Happy Father's Day!

THANKS FOR ALL YOU DO FOR OUR FAMILY! WE LOVE YOU!

Too Tired To Care

I'll be honest. Training for the marathon is kicking my butt. It is a full time job. Don't get me wrong, it's a great group of girls, it's been really fun (the talking part, not the running j/k) and I am amazed at how quickly I have improved. I have to push myself to keep up with these girls. They are quick and if they improve anymore I'm gonna be left in the dust! It really does get easier each time but we aren't even that far into our training and I am exhausted. So exhausted that I let Tyson do this today: I don't even know if I will put the cushions back on the couch. I'll just let John do it when he gets home...... (yeah, I'm not kidding).

Basketball

We finally found a sport Blake loves. Basketball. We have tried so many sports with him and he hated them all. I was trying to figure out what else we could do to keep him busy. He has been attending an program twice a week that teaches basketball fundamentals and skills. He has learned so much from a great coach and it has been fun to go watch him play and to see him practice what he has learned for hours at home. He is the youngest and smallest guy out there but it has pushed him to do better and keep up. The session just ended but we are starting up again next week.



This is Tate at every practice. He is what is hard about going to practice twice a week. He wants out but there is nowhere for him to go. I pretty much just ignore him. Every now and then he'll stop screaming long enough to clap. Then he starts crying again.

Tyson and T-ball

T-dog's t-ball has ended. It was a great team and we are sad that it is over. The one thing Tyson really wanted was a trophy so he was beyond excited when he finally got one. I tried to get pictures without the trophy blocking his whole face but after 10 min of sweating and him completely ignoring my instructions, I gave up. At least he and the trophy are both in the picture right?

While we were there we realized one of the kids didn't order a trophy and we didn't want anyone to feel left out so when they were presenting trophies Luke gave her the coach trophy (it's bigger and gold and given to the coach by the league). On the way home we got to listen to Tyson tell us over and over that he is a really good player and the best hitter ever on the team and he should have gotten the biggest trophy that was all gold and shiny.

Ry's Bugz Play

Every year the kindergarten at Ryan's school puts on a Bugz play. Each kid is a different bug and they are all on their way to a picnic but they don't want the stink bug to come. It's pretty cute. Ryan was a horsefly this year. He practiced his lines everyday was so excited about performing. It was funny to have one of my kids sing the whole time and do all the actions and be so into it. Blake will never sing during his programs and Tyson...well, you read the last post right? Ryan was also so excited that Jenna and Steven and my mom came to watch him. After it was over we let him choose an ice cream place. Good job Ry!

T-Dog's Program

Tyson's preschool graduation/program was last Friday. It was....interesting. Tyson wasn't graduating so that's why he is not in a cap and gown. Also, the reason he looks totally disinterested in the whole thing is because, well, he was. He looked all around the room the whole time and didn't stand up for some of the songs. Really, that's not too big of a deal and I can handle that. What got me turning different shades of red was how he kept holding both arms in the air while doing the peace sign. I have no idea where he even learned this but he did it over and over... It was funny at first but by the 30th time I was pretending I didn't know him. Then, in the middle of a song, he got down off the stage and walked up to my brother-in-law Jacob (they were in the front row) and said,"How's it going man, can I get a high five?" After the high five he returned to his seat. I was dying!!!