Sunday, May 20

Superman and Supergirl

My kids were born three years and one day apart. Last week Little Man turned two and Tater turned five. We had their Superman/Supergirl birthday party yesterday.

Tater wanted a Supergirl party and a doll cake, so I combined the two ideas into this one cake.

Little Man's Superman cake looks more like Moe from The Three Stooges than the Man of Steel.

The party turned out great. We had a great time celebrating my sweet little monkeys.

Saturday, May 19

Big Party Today

I'm taking a much needed caffeine break.

Today is the big birthday party.

Eleven pizzas and sixty wings have been ordered.

I have to pick up the balloons at 2:00 this afternoon.

Two cakes have been decorated.

A gallon of ice cream is waiting in the freezer.

Obligatory veggies and fruit are ready in the fridge.

Frantic cleaning is under way.

The guests arrive at 5:00 this evening.

Wednesday, May 16

The Flying Weedeater

My dad took me flying in his ultralight Sunday afternoon. It is so little that we dubbed it, "The Weedeater."
This is the tree Dad hit as he was trying to cross the road. Cabbagehead and Yardboy got the plane wing away from the tree and we were on our way.

Update August, 2007: Dad hit the tree two more times. He decided to cut the tree down.

Tuesday, May 8


I have a jumble of thoughts tonight, so I will just share a little on each of them.

Empty Nest

The baby birds are gone now. It is amazing how quickly they grew up. I'm so glad I'm not a mother bird. I don't think I could handle an empty nest after only three weeks of motherhood.

MOPS Year End

Tonight K and I went to the end of the year banquet for our MOPS group. Our Council Coordinator spoke about the book What Every Mom Needs. She did an excellent job. K gave me the book last year, but I've have never read it. After hearing the CC talk, I think I'll take a look at it. It has some good stuff in it.

Oh, I won a $15 Target gift card. I also received a small potted plant and a $20 AMC gift card as a thank you for being a table leader.


I must make a confession now. I think confessing in such a public manner will force me to deal with this little problem. I've resolved to do better, but I need the accountability afforded by admitting it to everyone who runs across my blog.

The problem? My potty mouth. My kids don't usually hear me cuss. However, I have been know to drop a rare F-bomb in the company of adults that really know me well. It infuriates Yardboy to hear me use the F word. He is used to hearing me use other four letter words, although he doesn't use them himself.

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer. Psalm 19:14 (King James Version)

All of my words need to glorify God, even when I am upset, angry, passionate, trying to be funny... I need to find a better, healthier, cleaner way to express myself.

I really want to delete what I just typed. I don't want to be held accountable for my tongue, but I know that I need to stop using foul language!

I can hear my dad's southern drawl, "You just had something in your mouth that I don't even want on the bottom of my shoe."