Straight From the Pits of Dwell

Let the words of Christ dwell in you richly...Colossians 3:16

Friday, March 27, 2009

You get what you pay for...

Ok, so yesterday we were at Walmart making our weekly grocery run and I decided to be 'Nice Mom' and let the kids get a treat. They chose kites. I was trying to keep the grocery bill down, so I encouraged them to pick the $1 kites instead of the $5 kites. Apparently in this case you get what you pay for. Check out the big blob of a mess the string from the two kites made when they collided. Seriously, I don't even know how that happened. One minute I was running down our street with all the grace and elegance of a ballroom dancer in an effort to launch Reese's kite, and the next thing I know Mason crosses my path and all heck breaks loose as the kites start spinning out of control - twisting, turning, all the while tangling into a giant knot. I'm not exaggerating, that's really what happened! It was all in less than like 10 seconds or something. Anyway, just don't buy the $1 kites unless you can space your children far, far away from each other.

Just the right amount of wind
2 cheapo Kites
2 overly excited kids


SO NOT PRICELESS


Fishin' the day away


We went to check on our cows the other day and Jeff just happened to have the kids' fishing poles in the back of the truck. Oh, and he "conveniently" slipped some worms in there too...I guess a guy can never be too prepared for a spur of the moment opportunity to catch a big one. Reese had fun casting her line a few times. She's actually getting pretty good at it. Here is a picture of her enjoying a good moment of serenity. Thank you Lord for these rare moments caught on film (or digitally, whatever).

Superheroes and Princesses




In case you were wondering what to get Reese or Mason for their upcoming birthdays, I thought these pictures from the last week might give you a hint.

The Superhero stage. We are there.

And Reese is getting more comfortable with the whole idea of dressing up... but only if she has to or is with other friends who are into that. Now, that could change here in a couple months when we go to Disney World and she gets to see all the real princesses. In this picture she was attending a Princess themed birthday party. What I love about her is that she loves getting dirty, playing with frogs, and could go without brushing her hair for days. But she can clean up and do the princess thing too. I wonder which direction she'll go??? I LOVE that girl.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

I've gotta say, I have found my two least favorite words when put together are: "Uh-oh Mommy". What I discover after that usually requires fixing, cleaning up, deodorizing, washing, sanitizing, throwing away, capturing, spanking, lecturing, and/or a little time-out for Mommy. Who knew 2 little innocent words could mean so many different things and throw moms around the world into panic mode?

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

My little bruiser

"Congratulations Reese!!" That's what Uncle Benji told her when he heard Reese got her first set of stitches today. 6 stitches to be exact. I must say, I really thought Mase would be the one to send me into a frenzy to the ER first, but Reese takes that trophy. Actually, as luck would have it (the day AFTER St. Patrick's Day, mind you) Mimi and Grandad happen to be very good friends with their family doctor in Cleburne who had us come to the BACK DOOR - that's right, people - of his clinic for prime time, first class treatment. Oh yeah baby...that's what living in a small town will do for ya and I'm so ever grateful! I'm not above taking advantage of the 'ole "friends in high places" adage. Sign me up! And thank you again Grandad for making that phone call. You saved us from the wrath of the Cleburne ER. Shiver.

We were at Mimi & Grandad's for a couple days while Jeff was gone this week, and they had so sweetly placed a ladder on their back porch for the kids to hop up on to peek into the hanging basket above for a little looksey at two tiny dove eggs. The kids had both been up & down that ladder several times in the last 2 days, but somehow this afternoon Reese missed the bottom step on her way down and went head first to the concrete. OUCH. I had just stepped inside for a second (isn't that the way it always happens) and I heard her scream super loud, and when I walked outside all I saw was a big, huge GOUGE on her chin and lots & lots of blood. I knew immediately it would require stitches. And can I just tell you how proud I was when Reese didn't cry when she was getting her stitches? That amazes me. I guess I must be a big fat wimp or something, but I'm pretty sure I would want to cry TODAY if I got stitches and I'm 32. I did learn one thing about myself today, and that is that apparently when I see a big 4 inch long needle going into my precious baby's open wound, it is beneficial for everyone involved if I just go ahead and find myself a seat, put my head between my knees and take really huge calculated breaths. Huh. Didn't know that about myself until a few hours ago. Evidently I don't have the stomach of steel I've so prided myself on my whole life. Interesting find.

Anyhoo, thought I would grace you with a very graphic picture of our little bruiser and her battle wound. Stinkin' ladder. Oh, and I also included a picture of my little shadow, Adrienne, perched where she sits and keeps me company while I blog. I love you little chubby dog.



No, I did not ask Adrienne to stick her tongue out at
you in this picture...she did that on her own accord.


My child



During Reese's rest time and my "work time" on the computer, she got creative on me. She put together teams. That's right. Teams. I've listed the teams as she told me below. Can you find them all in the picture???? Ready. Set. GO!

Dog Team
Dora Team
Princess Dresses Team
Winnie the Pooh Team
Elmo Team
Cow Team
Ring Team
Worm Team
Kitty Cat Team
Cow Team
Boy Team

Flyin with Daddy







So I got brave last weekend and decided it was time for Jeff to take the kids up for a little flying action. It was the perfect day for it, so we took off for our little airport up the road. Before I even knew what happened, Jeff had Reeso in the air. I think he knew he better act fast before I changed my mind. Here are a few pics from their very first flights with Daddy. Both kids absolutely loved it and Jeff said it was priceless getting to hear them talk on the headsets. These are the days...

Thursday, March 12, 2009

Out at the Ranch

The girls and I took all our kiddos out to Traca's family ranch this past Tuesday. Thankfully we were able to stay a few hours and let the kids run off some energy since the last few days we've all pretty much been stuck inside because of the rain. They had a blast finding "seashells" aka snails, a very large and stinky turtle shell, plenty of ladybugs, all kinds of rocks, dinosaur tracks, and looking (unsuccessfully) for arrowheads. Thanks, Traca for sharing your beautiful place with us!


Mason & Sophie holding hands on our hike.
They did not stop talking the whole time.


Mason driving June Bug all around town.


Here they come...


There they go...


Oh, how I love these girls!!!


The "Big Girls"


Aubrey & Reese posing for a pretty picture.


All the kiddos sans June Bug & Brooks...where were they???


JUST THE GIRLS


Playing around



I've been playing around with editing a few pics, and here is one I really like of Mase Man.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Fun at Babe's

We met Mimi & Grandad over at Babe's in Granbury one night last week and had a great time. The kids were actually brave enough to get up and boogie to the Hokey Pokey. There is hope for Reese and her shyness...I NEVER would have done that in a MILLION years at her age! I was so proud. Anyway, here are a few pics of them having fun.











Shake it sister!!

A Day at the Rim


































While Grandma Weyers was here visiting, we made the trek over to Glen Rose to Fossil Rim. This was her first time to experience one of our favorite places, and it did not disappoint! The animals were all hungry and weren't hesitant about letting us know. Just ask Jeff about the ostrich that wanted a piece of him. SCARY PSYCHO OSTRICH. Go peck at someone your own size.

Reese & Grandma Weyers coloring some pretty pictures


Mason & Grandma Weyers feeding the stinky animal at Fossil Rim


Mimi & GW at Babe's in Granbury


Three of my favorite girls


Grandparents Unite!




It's even better than Santa!! We were so glad to have Grandma Weyers come for a visit this past week. She is such an easy house guest. She is not the type of mother-in-law that meddles or throws little punches in about my parenting (although I'm sure there are times she would like to!). I actually felt better about myself and how at times I complain that Mason is a handful when she was here for about a day and added on her own accord that "WOW! Mason is a stinker!". She didn't exactly use that word, but the word she did use shouldn't be repeated on my blog. ha ha! I love you for that, Grandma Weyers. She just laughs at all of Mason's antics because she knows it is SERIOUS paybacks for Jeff being the onery toddler he was. And I'm sure I'll get mine when Reese turns about 13-14. From what I hear, I was no angel. ;-) Anyway, here are a few pics from the week.