Happy Thanksgiving

I'm not sure how much I'll be around the blog world next week, because a VIP is coming to town.

The Biggest Loser, a.k.a. the cutest baby in the world, will be arriving this weekend, and I can hardly stand the anticipation.
We don't want Edie to lose too many rolls, so we'll make sure we teach her how to load up on turkey and all the fixin's. Or maybe we'll skip all that for the good stuff...the pies.

If I'm not back before Thanksgiving, happy Thanksgiving to you and yours!

Remember to give thanks to Whom it is due. "Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights , who does not change like shifting shadows." (James 1:17)

PJ Excursion Day

Because it's been months since our last PJ Day, Jack and Garrett were happy when I declared this a PJ Morning. What amazes me about PJ days/mornings is how much more imaginative the boys' play is. While I worked on the laundry mountain, they gathered a large toy box, tools, and pillows.
I have been informed that the toy box is actually a boat, and the hard hats and tools are diving gear. I stand (or sit on the couch) corrected.

Did you know that a hammer can be used as a breathing apparatus?
If not a hammer, then a socket wrench will do just fine.
Since downloading these photos, Garrett has also created a map for their oceanic journey from College Station to Nebraska.

Why Nebraska? "Because some of them Nebraska people don't know about Jesus, and Garrett knows how to get there, " Jack explained.

I won't bother them with the minor detail of the lack of oceans between College Station and Nebraska. They have to figure out some things for themselves.

Friday Funny

Recently, my clothes dryer quit and I picked up the phone to complain in Rick's ear. Jack asked, "Are you calling Big Daddy to come fix our dryer?"

He knows my dad is our Mr. Fix-it.

A similar conversation took place as we sat in traffic the other day.
Garrett: Mommy, what's that noise?
Mommy: That's a diesel truck in front of us. They're noisy.
G: What's a diesel?
M: Diesel is a fuel. My car takes gasoline for fuel, but some trucks take diesel. I'm not sure why they're noisy though.
G: I need to ask Big Daddy, because he knows everything.

Obviously, my boys think the world of my dad.

All Royalties May Be Sent to....

Running errands took way too long the other day. Don't you hate it when that happens? What I hate is when we begin to run out of gas before the car does. Because our tanks were running on fumes, we stopped to grab a quick lunch at Chick-fil-A.

While I doled out the chicken nuggets, Jack and Garrett busied themselves with taping their adhesive placemats to the table.

Those placemats, by the way, were made for germophobic moms like me. Yea for placemats!

As Garrett got his spot all fixed up, he yelled out, "Mommy, look! It's ME!"

Sure enough!
Here's a closer look:
He looks just like my baby 18 mos ago. So much so that I think Chick-fil-A might owe me some royalties.

That boy has cracked me up lately, and I better write this funny down before I forget. One day last week, Garrett had talked until I thought he might run out of things to say. However, he took a breath and was ready to go another nine innings.

Finally, I looked into his beautiful brown eyes and said, "You sure have a lot to say today, G."

To which he replied, "I know and I still have a lot more to say."

A moment of genius struck me when I handed him the phone and told him to call my mom. That gave my ears a thirty-minute break.

Speaking of hands...oh, we weren't talking about hands, but take a look at Garrett's after our latest Science project:
Yes, those manly hands are a beautiful shade of pink tonight after making GobbledyGoop.
Fun little project. Just stay away from the "red". Yellow was much easier to clean up.

You're welcome.

Perhaps the creators of GobbledyGoop would like to place my boy and his pink hands on their logo? All royalties would go towards the purchase of good soap.

One of Our Favorite Activities

I'm about to say something that I bet you've never heard me say. Are you ready?

I am actually enjoying living in Texas right now.

Did I say that? Why, yes. Yes, I did.

The weather has been absolutely dee-lightful lately. If I could just bottle it up and reuse it during those gosh-awful summer months....

There I go again. Complaining about Texas weather.

I'll stop.

Today was sunny and 72 degrees, which is weather that calls for being outside during all waking hours. After my morning workout, I loaded the little boys up to go eat lunch with Daddy.

What does every boy love on such a lovely day in downtown Fort Worth?

The hot dog stand!

Jack and Garrett were in heaven.

After eating, they ran around the hot dog stand.
I would say they were horsing around, but that's actually a panther.
No lunch with Daddy is complete without a visit to his office. Garrett likes to write on the white board.
Jack likes to look out the thirtieth floor window.
I think the future engineer is studying the Fort Worth skyline.
We sure do love our Daddy.
The only thing that could have made today complete would be to have our biggest boy with us. I'm sure we'll have to repeat this day for his benefit during a school holiday.

Shoot, this is Texas, so we'll probably be able to visit the hot dog stand in the dead of what most of you call "winter", which might be a balmy 52 degrees here.

I'm not complainin'. I'm just sayin'.