Birthday Boy!

Damen was born on July 2 at 10:57am, he has been the joy of our lives ever since. And now my baby turned four. I've been told that I can't call him a baby anymore, but I'm pretty sure I can still call him MY baby, that's acceptable right? Until he graduates from High School or college, or when I die!

This year we traveled to Casper, WY for the fourth of July and stayed with Dustin's parents for the week. We had to leave on Damen's birthday so we had a party for him on June 30th with some of his little buddies and our good friends the Cheesemans, it was lots of fun!

His "train" cake.

Since we were leaving I didn't want a whole cake to try and get rid of so cupcakes came into play. The ones we didn't eat are in the freezer, easy!



All of his loot, with Everett standing by. The boys wasted NO time playing with all the new stuff. Playing with Darrell.

This picture's the BEST! The kids decorated their own cupcakes and this is Chelsea basically just eating the sprinkles, what fun!


On Damen's actual birthday we surprised him with this:


Isn't he cute riding around at 6:45am?(He slept in) He seemed to get the hang of it quick, but since we left that night and it's been SMOLDERING hot since we got back he hasn't got to ride it since that morning!

Later in the day we had to go to the "K" store (KMART) to spend his birthday money from Grandma and Papa S. and this is what he wanted, an Ironman arm thing. He's seen the cartoon, thanks to Netflix, and has envied his cousins Buzz Lightyear arm band things since April. It shoots darts, yay and makes lots of noise!


We had another party in Wyoming, but that's part of the "Vacation" blog that I'll be posting soon, maybe tomorrow even:) So, Happy Birthday to my baby, my how time flies!

Summer Fun

I love to shop.
I do, I love to try things on, to look, to judge, to find the PERFECT bargain. I love it.
I also love to swim. Put me in the water and I am at home, comfortable, exercising, floating, it is joy.

Something that I don't love though, that is an evil necessity to the aforementioned activities, is shopping for a swimsuit.

Why oh why must this be so difficult? It's just a bit of material, arm, leg and head holes and wa-lla, swimsuit! Oh no, it must involve many many trips to the dressing room in at least three different stores, mirrors that showcase(emphasize) your "qualities" and at least one "WHAT THE HECK AM I DOING WALKING AROUND IN PUBLIC WITH THIS BODY!! SOMEBODY STOP ME!!" Yeah, that's how it goes.

Target, Walmart, Kmart and Kohls all had their chance to wooo me into something shapely, flattering, and water worthy and failed, miserably. Taking a three year old along might have added to my haste, but it didn't change the fact that my (ahem) size women need certain comforts when floating free. They do not include metal rings/loops/or other assorted bling placed squarely in the chest area, a neckline that stops just above the belly button, or colors that outshine the sun.

One suit I tried on had a lot of promise, it's tag stated specifically that I would appear 10lbs thinner, instantly! How could that not be good? I tried it on fully expecting a small lipo machine to begin sucking the fat from my pores, naturally what else would I expect? How else could I look 10 lbs thinner while standing there practically nude, well except for the thin layer of spandex & nylon? I ask you HOW??
Nothing nearly so dramatic happened, it fit, it covered, I turned to view the back and it sagged, sadly so. I took (inherited) something from my Grandma S., her lack of a back-side, no Jay-lo issues here, nope, quite the opposite in fact. Thanks Grandma:)

In the end Ross turned out to be THE store. With exactly two onepiece suits in my size I tried them both on and found a winner!
I fully expect this suit to last me at least two if not three swimsuit seasons so that this kind of "necessary evil" shopping can be avoided for as long as possible!

Dads

HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!

Age

I'm exactly 10 times older than Damen, for another day.
Dustin is 12 times older than him, for a few more weeks.
I am not a fan of getting older.

From the mouths of babes

So every sunday I have the pleaseure of teaching some sweet five year olds. The things they say each week are usually silly or unusual, but today was special!

One little boy told me this story:

This guy keeps calling us over and over and over! His name's Steve Poison-er and my mom just has to hang up on him! (the story was very dramatic) Over and over and over again! Ya know what I think? I think Steve Poison-er is a blockhead!


The closing prayer, said by a little girl included this plea:

And please bless that no one dies. So we can all get baptized when we turn eight.


What a lovely, memorable Sunday!




(Steve POIZNER is running for Gov. of California)

Baby? Where!

No, not here, not anymore.

Damen's not a baby.

There, I said it, maybe one day I'll believe it. He's three, almost four. He used to be a baby, but now he's closer to something else. Something new, maybe exciting and wonderful, but I miss my baby.

When did this even happen? Wasn't I looking, paying attention? Well of course I was, I just didn't notice it until it was too late, he's a big boy now. (sigh) I miss my baby. . .

I made a HAT

Well, I've made two by now actually. I saw this on Transformation Thursday and copied it, I'm really good at that! (copying) I shared it with the woman who originally posted it and she shared it on her blog so I'm going to put an attachment here. Now you can see how she made it too! Enjoy:)