Monday, August 29, 2016

Every time I go on vacation I wonder why in the hiz-nell I live in Oklahoma.

Except when I go to Houston, or pretty much anywhere in Texas, or Florida, or Kansas, or Nebraska. But other than that, I just can't figure it out.

Case in point:







 My Uncle Breezy passing down the tradition of traumatizing children with his ghost stories. I loved listening to them as a kid and now my children can experience the thrilling sensation of being terrified and excited all at the same time. I love it.

 They are the same person. 
 Cassia Sparrow. The most fearless 5-year-old I know. She runs across gravel barefoot. My kids' city feet couldn't handle it. Weaklings.





 Mia was born for country life. I'm convinced she'll live way off the grid someday with nothing but her books and a few wild cats.




 This time Uncle Breezy taught the kids to gut their own fish. Mia wanted to save their hearts in a baggie. 
 The best thing about traveling with family? Free babysitting. (Actually, that's the best thing about family in general.)



 This vacation included both sides of the family, which was a double blessing. We met up with the Lashleys the second week.


 The only thing better than hiking with your bestie is not hiking with your bestie. The things I'll do for Darci...

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Oh, my heart.

There are times in your life as a parent that you shouldn't overthink. These are times you just need to whisper a "thank you" to Jesus and love and enjoy every minute of it because they don't come around all that often. That's the truth.

For me, those times happen when I get to watch my kids killing it at the one thing they love the most. For Mia, that's theater. And I will just be honest, for every perfect role that Mia gets, there are ten (or so) rejections. Theater is not an "every kid gets a trophy" kind of thing. And that's good for her.

But, man-oh-man, she rocked the whole Dorothy thing. She just did.

It's not a bad thing when your Uncle is a TV personality on a morning show:
 Her theater besties:
 Her cousin besties:
 The between shows dinner runs are so fun for me. Listening to these kiddos gab on and on about the show is hilarious:
 Three shows in one day requires multiple Walgreens candy runs (for me):
 Mis has a gift with children. Yet another way that we are completely different.
 She's the kid whisperer:
 And little girls totally dig her:
 Theater kids are strangely awesome.
I love the young woman that she is becoming and I pray she is blessed with a few more perfect moments in her sweet life. 
But, more importantly, I pray she continues to use the gifts that the Lord has given her to His glory. 

Thursday, July 14, 2016

I'm kind of over taking 900 pictures a day of my kids.

But, I will take one or two per month. 

So here ya go, kids. Your summer memories in a handful of pictures. I realize other moms would have documented each of these monumental events with individual photo books, but I'm not other moms. I'm just your run-of-the-mill mom who cares less and less about documenting your entire lives in great detail. You'll just have to use your brains to conjure up actual memories. So, really, I'm doing you a favor. You're welcome.

VBS/Cousin Camp. You told me both of these things were awesome and I'm taking your word for it.
 The Cavs won the National Championship. Bode, you went completely insane, running around ripping off your clothes and stuff. It was adorable.
Mia, you went to Camp JAM. When your counselor sent us this picture your father said, "Where's Mia?" and I was all, "She's that woman-child in the middle." And he was all, "OMG."
Then you did a service project with your Youth Group. That's right, I said Youth Group. I learned about all kinds of heathen activities in my own youth group so this new milestone terrifies me, but I'm going to be hovering around you and your friends like a hawk. I'm even willing to listen to your ridiculous music and act like I love it, I'm that serious.
And then there was Father's Day. Bode, during the obligatory Father's Day photo session you lovingly placed your hand right on your Father's cr0tch thus ruining the moment.  
 Oh well.
Sweet boy, you are learning lots of life lessons in basketball this summer. Most importantly is "Winning isn't everything." It's been humbling. 
 Because we are all amazing parents and want the absolute best for all of you, we decided that you needed to get the snot beat of you. So, we let, you, our tiny little 3rd graders whose combined weight is about a buck fifty, play 4th and 5th grade giants. We are all convinced it's making you better people.
 And speaking of making you better people, we have played these bludgeoning matches in all kinds of fun and interesting Oklahoma towns that you aren't quite mature enough to fully appreciate. Case in point:
And how can we forget Missions Sunday, Your Fathers third child. You two were champs giving away the money you didn't earn and waving your flags. I couldn't have been more proud.
 And finally, Wizard of OZ has taken over all of our lives. Mia, you are going to be dancing in ruby slippers that happen to have a one-inch heal, and you don't yet understand how miserable this is going to be. I think we all remember the devastating moment when we realized being a woman comes with injustices that men will never have to face. This, sweet child, will be your moment.
And perhaps the most important lesson you will learn all summer is this: Only in your dreams does the "yellow brick road" just appear out of nowhere. real life Dorothys have to (quite literally) make their own path.
And, Mia, you are doing just that.