These Are The Days Of Our Lives

Here's a little look into our daily lives. Please note that all these things did not happen in one day; hence, I am here to write about them.

See that? That's gum in Rory's hair. Logan laughed at something she said in the car, and it flew out of his mouth and in to her hair. First I tried rubbing alcohol and then peanut butter followed by a shower. It worked.
This is what happens when Marley gets the Sharpie and finds Logan's head. Here's how our conversation on the matter went.

Me: Marley, you can't write on Logan's head...especially with a Sharpie.
Marley: But I like to draw.
Me: I understand that, Marley, but you can't draw on people.
Marley: Yes, Mommy.

No Words...Just Right

Moving on to Communion AND Gifts

Well, I'm still trying to play catch-up. Here's some of Rory's Communion footage. I don't have a lot of good stuff because I haven't read the manual on my new camera, so they all have red eye. Sorry about that. Let's roll...
Do you see the hitchhiker on the top right of Rory's Communion banner? It's a stinkbug. Does that mean good luck?
We interrupt this program because I found a picture of one of Rory's birthday presents. She begged for an Egyptian costume because one of her friends had one. This is what she got.
We now return to our regularly scheduled program.
Now...on to my gift list.

-watching a brotherly love moment
-new friends in the making
-smiles of loved ones
-witnessing happy kids in a yard they can run around in
-sprinklers
-love touches
-that moment when you catch your breath because you don't have anything that needs done right at that moment
-hope for better things

Rory

So...we had Rory's birthday and First Communion. All went well, and I was going to do this big long post of it, but instead I'm just going to roll the pictures.
Sam made the cake based on what Rory said she wanted. She's getting really good at these cakes.

Sorry, folks! That's all I can do tonight because it's 1030p, and I just spent the last half hour sitting on the floor in Rory and Logan's room making sure they went to sleep...after playing for three hours. Not a happy camper am I.

Gratitude Gifts

I'm feeling very convicted by this book I'm reading about being grateful for things. This lady, Ann Voskamp, is amazing...and real. I love her realness. Here are some things from my list. I'm not going to keep count because I'm not going to make it a challenge for myself. I'm going to make it a blessing.

-being able to focus in Church
-the breeze coming in the windows
-keeping my patience
-quiet time on the computer
-courage
-anticipation
-little curls
-belly laughs from children
-experienced phlebotomists
-11 tubes and still standing
-new hope for old problems

and here's a little warm and fuzzy for you all to be grateful for...

Prom...The Sequel

There are many things I haven't been able to blog yet. People are asking about the prom, so I'm going to move it to the front of the line. It's late. I'm not feeling well. I'm just going to roll the pictures.
They got back at about 1230a. After we got everything out of her hair, it was 1 something. Marley woke up at 330a wanting us to get her up. She cried for a while when we told her it wasn't time to get up yet. Then everyone woke up at 7a. Yay! I'm going to bed.

Too Pooped From Partying

I had a party tonight, so I'm not blogging. Sorry. I'm spent.