introducing...... (drum roll please)

Weezy.

This gorgeous girl has stolen my sons heart. He met her a couple of years ago and I knew when I saw the way he looked at her that there was something special about her. This girl is beautiful inside and out, she is brilliant and they are so lucky to have found each other in this big world. Weezy is an amazing friend to Kid1 and the love of his life. We are so privledged to spend time getting to know her. She is truly a pure hearted lovely girl. I could not have chosen a better girl for him.


Isn't young love amazing? Don't you wish you could feel young love one more time, or do you have times when you do feel it? I have times when I look at Mr B. and feel like Im 15 again. If we could bottle young love we'd make a million dollars.... but it seems like cutting young hearts out might be a crime..... hmmmmm.......?


Weezy, gah- I luh ya!

Kid 1 is in love

"I am no one special, just a common man with common thoughts. I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me, and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect, I've succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and for me, that has always been enough." ~The Notebook

Hair it is...

She loves it and really that's all that matters...

I love you very colorful girl!

Don't worry! I doubt it will go THIS far...

(but I wonder if Cyndi Lauper's parents called her a colorful girl too?...... OH DEAR....)

dying easter Hair

Kid2 loves to have a streak of color in her hair. We usually do only pink. For Easter we are adding a little turquoise too. I'm excited to see how it will turn out. Kid4 begs every time to have her hair done too. I usually say no. Today I said yes... we'll see how it turns out. A little girl time with added color won't hurt anything....... RIIIIIIIGHT?

Happy birthday baby girl (March 25th is her birthday)

My Dear Baby sister,

You changed my life in one second. I can remember the minute I laid eyes on you, I was instantly in love. There is no way to describe how my heart filled with warmth and love that afternoon. There is no way to describe how hard I fell in love with you.

Some days I’ll be sitting and thinking about you without even realizing it if I close my eyes I can feel your soft little hair in my hands and your tiny fingers touching mine. If I squeeze my eyes tight I can hear your little voice calling me once again. The days that I think of you and remember when you were a baby are so real and I want to keep my eyes closed forever and think of you so tiny and soft. I can just see your little fat feet squeezed into those little mary janes and the lines they left when we took them off of you. I can just see you in those little blue overalls with the cow on the front waddling along just learning how to walk. Some days I can still feel you in my arms, the weight of a beautiful baby girl looking at me making me feel like I owned the world.

I often say that you were my first true love. I always had M, I never knew life without him but you, oh you I remember life before you and I cherish you more because of it. I learned how to love a baby and a child because of you. I learned how to hold a child’s hand and kiss a boo boo because of you. You made me a better mother when I had my own children.

I love you more than I have ever told you because there are simply not words to describe a bond between sisters. The miles and circumstances have separated us physically but my love for you is a strong one. Please know I adore you, please know I thank you for teaching me so many valuable lessons in life. Please know that you were my first true love.

Little Sister, I love you forever and always.
~your Big Sis~

farming

farm **dictionary.com's definition**
–noun
a tract of land, usually with a house, barn, silo, etc., on which crops and often livestock are raised for livelihood.

farm **my definition**

a group of something like animals, books, toys, anything in a group.

SOOOOO..... I saw THIS sign on the door of a bathroom (obviously) and I was so excited as I passed it because I thought this meant that there would be LOTS of different hand sanitizers inside.... you know like a GERM FARM? Like a kill a germ farm? Does this make sense to anyone else or am I nuts?

by the way I was sick thinking that my hands might actually BE a germ farm when Bat Girl pointed out what it really meant!

EWWW
EWWW
EWWW

My mom sent me the sweetest thing for my birthday. Kid4 called it a "looking cake".

I promise I'll be back to blogging soon. If it's not one thing it's another around here. My kids have had been fighting the flu and losing lately. Kid4 threw up last week almost all week and then again on Sunday. Mr. B's been out of town and we all know I'm NOT a good single parent. When he gets back tonight I might hide under my bed for a week.

I miss you.

A birthday wish from my little darling

rest

we just have not taken pictures like we normally do.
we're resting.
we're shopping.
we're eating.
we're RESTING
did I say that already?

Today lovely Hilton Head Island

Tomorrow stunning Charleston

beyond that... who can know...

my life is good

I'm off on an adventure with BatGirl. There is no telling the things we will see and do while we're gone.

Don't worry I'll have stories to tell I'm sure!

Thing 2

Thursday I opened up Kid4's homework folder to find a little note tucked away that said "please remember that tomorrow is dress up like your favorite Dr. Seuss character day"

and. I. FAH-REAKED!

I had not seen the previous note, explanation or reminder about this day....

I am not a good mom...

I do not read notes.

So... I frantically ran to Wal Mart and gathered things to make her into her favorite Dr. Seuss character.... (she doesn't have one but thing2 appealed to her and I)

here's what we came up with.

I. promise. to. read. notes. (probably)

Our “meetiversary”

Yesterday Mr. B. and I were talking about how old we are and how much time has passed us by and he reminded me that he remembers the day we met so well because we met on his birthday. I always tell this story when people ask about how we met, when and where…

I was 15 and he was turning 20 that day. He came to church because he was feeling guilty about not going, his ship was in port and my church was within walking distance. It was fate or luck or something but we met that day 19 years ago.

I was at the greeting table with my friend Theresa handing out bulletins and welcoming our guests when he walked up. I can still see him in his jeans and grey t-shirt, I can still see his smile and how charming I thought he was. As he approached the table I leaned over to Theresa and said “I’m going to marry him”. She laughed at my youngness and teased about me being a dreamer.

Mr. B. arrived at the table as I stood and handed him a bulletin and welcomed him I said “Hi I’m Ashley, so do you have a girlfriend or anything”? He smiled and laughed a little and said “I’m engaged”. I smiled even bigger because I love a challenge!

He will tell you that he was thinking how hard it was going to be to stay engaged.

We met several times like that, he would come to church and I was there waiting. We would spend more and more time talking. In my Bible I still have his last name on a piece of paper that I wrote so I wouldn’t forget it.

A few days after we met, I turned 16 and felt so much older and wiser, I planned dates for us and broke up with my boyfriend- yes I had a boyfriend. Mr. B. was out to sea a lot when we first started seeing each other. I would wait all week for him to be there on Sunday or Wednesday not sure if his ship was out to sea or not. One Monday night I called Mike and broke up with him knowing that my heart wasn’t in it anymore. Little did I know he had called Alicia that very same Monday and broken up with her telling her how he just wasn’t ready to settle down. That Wednesday night at church we told each other that we were single and free and the rest is history…

So now you understand our “meetiversary”.

That’s our story and we’re sticking to it.

I love you Mr. B- thanks for this life, thanks for being you and thanks for the “meetiversary”, without it we wouldn’t be here together today!

Happy Birthday baby

My favorite picture of us MANY years ago

To the one I love.

Dear love of my life I love you more than I could ever say. You are so good to me. I remember your 21st birthday, how young we were, how you were so excited to buy beer and get carded and they didn’t even ask you! (I know it’s a trashy story but it’s true and we were REALLY young).

I remember your laugh back then before time took a toll on us. I remember thinking how we’d never be over 30 and here we are tempting the hands of time and still loving each other. Is it possible that some of our kids are grown and as old as we were when we met? Do you ever look at them and wonder how we did it?

When I look at you I see a patient man who has loved me through thick and thin. I see a man who has a deep understanding of me and doesn’t get enough credit for the way he loves me. I see a kind man who deserves the whole world handed to him but is happy with just plain ol’ me.

The odds were so very against us when we started out all those years ago and I know I don’t have to remind you of all those years later when we actually chose each other and realized how we were truly in love.

That’s the thing about you and I, I don’t have to “remind” you of many things because you were there. You were witnessing my life right along beside me, you were there when our babies were born, you were there when we fell in love with the T kids and knew we’d never let them go. You were there on the hard and easy days and I don’t have to tell you about them. I love that you’ve been the witness to my life.

Happy Birthday to you, my dear husband. I am looking forward to celebrating many many more birthdays together!

paris in February....

The Eiffel tower…

Paris in February...

OH where to begin...

Have you ever been? It’s quite lovely this time of year… flat dry land, dead trees, ranches, cows and horses…

Okay okay… it was the Eiffel tower in Paris TEXAS but who cares! It was a great memory and we had fun… well it was really cold but it was a memory.

I have been travelling to Paris Texas since I was a baby and Bat Girl lived there for more years than she cares to admit too and I had never been. So on our long trek to visit friends and family we stopped by to be impressed provoked by the size of the Eiffel tower in Paris Texas.

We went, we saw, we probably won’t go again.

If you're driving through give it a look. At least you can say you've been to the Eiffel tower and if your a good liar people will be very impressed! Trust me- Bat Girl have thrown the word "Paris" around lots!

ummmm......what's a blog?

Blogging…?

What’s blogging?

blog (blŏg)
n. A weblog.
intr.v. blogged, blog•ging, blogs
To write entries in, add material to, or maintain a weblog.

Did you think I forgot about blogging? If I even told you all the things going on in my life right now, you wouldn’t believe it.

I’ll try to catch up soon.
I miss you.