So it's the end of November and I just ran across a folder of pics from this summer that I guess I meant to blog about. But never did. So goes the story of my life. I thought life and parenthood would get easier as the boys got older. No more sippee cups, diapers, naps, tantrums in the middle of the floor. But it seems we just replaced the craziness of babyhood with the insanity of childhood. School, baseball, football, jiu-jitsu, chores, work, cats (whose bright idea was that anyway??). Thanksgiving was yesterday and my Halloween decorations are still out. The other day I came across a pile of Christmas cards, addressed and stamped, ready to be mailed. From
last year. And currently the boys are outside playing in the cold November rain (insert Guns'n'Roses audio here) and slurping popsicles while I just took a 15 minute break from blogging to splatter a spider the size of a volleyball all over my kitchen. Here's the timeline on that one: 30 seconds of shrieking like a child when it skittered by, 30 seconds more to realize that if I didn't apprehend it, it would still be lurking in my house when I went to sleep tonight, 30 more seconds of shrieking, 1.5 minutes of deep breathing and pep-talking, 1 nanosecond to smack it with my shoe followed by 12 minutes (less 1 nanosecond) of hugging the toilet and convincing myself not to puke.
And now, after proofreading the last part of that paragraph, it has occurred to me that the insanity of my life may not be entirely due to the children. Hmmm.
Nevermind my irrational phobias. Here's some cute kids to looks at...
Beyooooutiful day at Alan Henry riding the jet skis with Grandma and Papa. I see wake boarding in our future...
Swimming at the club with Grandpa...
Go Tech!
Hanging out with the Mullins kids...
Most of the pics I managed to take this summer involved water. Can you tell the weather was scorching this year?
9th birthday party at the skatepark...
Texas Tech baseball camp...
