The Crew - Miss Fabulous, Lil Bro, Big Sis and Mr. Man
Showing posts with label Pictures. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pictures. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Pictures of the Crew
Life over the last week has been pretty good. We enjoyed a visitor from up North, visted with family from up North who were vacationing in Orlando FL, and our first Soccer games (as in 2) went well!
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
You don't know Jack?
Lil Bro's school had a Fairytale Ball. Lil Bro went as Jack of Jack and the beanstalk.
Mr. went as Mario, it's not a fairytale but he wasn't going as anything else.
Miss went as a tap dancing ballerina who was not going to go on the fairytale horse and buggy ride.
Lil Bro was all about the fairytale buggy.
This is Lil Bro with his pony friend Cody!
Miss enjoyed the face painting portion of the evening and waited in a longgggggggg line for it.
Here is Big Sis who went as an 11 year old who was not going to dress up. She did however enjoy the face painting! Cute!
Group shot with the Nanster! Lil Bro was too busy to be taking pictures.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Some some summer time pictures
These first two photos were taken last fall, you can see how much they have grown in the new pictures.
Working on the farm.
Nighttime "can't sleep" issues, Daisy dog helped out.
Guard dogs.
The cat is the supervisor.
Playing a word game.
Miss Fabulous Room with the new bunk.
self portrait
The watering hole had too much bacteria in it to be safe to swim in, we improvised and played in the shower.
On our way to a different watering hole which was safe to swim in.
Just a swingin'.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Spring 2010 Photo Moments
Spring 2010
So we are all dressed up and heading out for our service and I had everyone's outfit all picked out and Miss' outfit matched my outfit. Guess who had a problem with the dress she had worn before without any complaints?
At first my Mama heart felt hurt and I felt irritated at her. Why can't I have this stinking dress moment without her sabotaging it? And then I realized how I felt and changed it. It's a dress, so what, she has other options, is it worth a bloody fit? No! Moving on. There are some things that are worth the fit, they are what they are and they are not changeable and so go ahead and have a fit and we will just deal with it. But not over a dress, not tonight.
I changed gears and said, "You know what it's a dress, it's no big deal and it is better that you feel comfortable tonight rather than wear the dress I picked for you. Let's pick another dress out." She looked at me so blankly like where did the fight go? She quickly picked this other dress when I pulled it out because she really did not care about the dress, it is never about the dress.
I told her she looked just as pretty in that dress, smiled at her lovingly and truly meant it. The look on her face was shame. She said, "I'm sorry Mom, about the dress." I told her it was fine and that she looked great, no problems.
The rest of the evening went great.
Last night at bedtime, not so much. But that's another story.
This one cracks me up, it has everyone captured in their true self.
Precious!
So we are all dressed up and heading out for our service and I had everyone's outfit all picked out and Miss' outfit matched my outfit. Guess who had a problem with the dress she had worn before without any complaints?
At first my Mama heart felt hurt and I felt irritated at her. Why can't I have this stinking dress moment without her sabotaging it? And then I realized how I felt and changed it. It's a dress, so what, she has other options, is it worth a bloody fit? No! Moving on. There are some things that are worth the fit, they are what they are and they are not changeable and so go ahead and have a fit and we will just deal with it. But not over a dress, not tonight.
I changed gears and said, "You know what it's a dress, it's no big deal and it is better that you feel comfortable tonight rather than wear the dress I picked for you. Let's pick another dress out." She looked at me so blankly like where did the fight go? She quickly picked this other dress when I pulled it out because she really did not care about the dress, it is never about the dress.
I told her she looked just as pretty in that dress, smiled at her lovingly and truly meant it. The look on her face was shame. She said, "I'm sorry Mom, about the dress." I told her it was fine and that she looked great, no problems.
The rest of the evening went great.
Last night at bedtime, not so much. But that's another story.
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