Brett's Quest

This is dedicated to the one I love. Oh, and to relive the moment of course. For all of you out there who haven't seen it, I hope it means as much to you as it does me. Did I mention that there might be a rematch in a couple of weeks?


It does get a little long, but the end is definitely worth it. The best part of the whole thing came 20 minutes after the race in the car ride home. He was so sick he couldn't even drive, or keep his eyes open for that matter. When we got home he just "really needed to lay down". His color was awful, he pretty much matched his shorts. I was really worried I was going to have to call an amubulance. Fortunately, he peaked up about 20 minutes later.

A look at the Past

I don't even know what to say. I am the baby in this picture. My brother found some old slides and put them on our family blog. I'll post a few more later. They are pretty scary. Between the haircuts, the clothes, and the faces someone is pulling in everyone, one might wonder where we came from.

"Baby, I think"

The following conversation took place after Kid 2 got out of the bath-tub with her dad.

Dad: Let's go get your t-shirt on big bellied girl.
Kid 2: Don't call me that. I'm having a baby, I think.
Dad: No your not, your tummy is just big.
Kid 2: No, I'm having a baby, I think.
Dad: TRUST ME. You are not having a baby.
Kid 2: Uh-huh. Look at my tummy, I'm having a baby, I think.
Dad: You have to be a girl and grown-up to have a baby.
Kid 2: Daddy, if you were a girl you'd be a mommy, too.

He would be a cute mommy at that.

Feed Me Mama

While on the computer for the last couple minutes, my little one escaped downstairs. She was upset, I thought she was looking for dada. She threw quite the tantrum when he left. Threw herself on the floor, rolled around, kicking and screaming for about five minutes. When I finally decided to pick her up she threw her head back into my shoulder. I think it will leave a mark. Anyway, she came back up the stairs carrying a jar of peaches. Think it is time to go. My baby must be trying to tell me something.

Alien Planet

We moved out to the middle of nowhere over a year ago. OK, it really isn't the middle of nowhere, but compared to where we used to live, we feel like it is. The water supplied to water the lawn is irrigation water. I don't know what the deal is with it, but it somehow helps these absolutely ginourmous weeds to grow, and weed types I have never seen before. I wish I would have taken a picture, but my husband pulled out a weed yesterday, IN OUR WINDOW WELL, that was atleast 2 1/2 feet in diameter with just huge leaves. I feel like the water must have weird chemicals that has mutated other types of weeds. It really kind of grosses me out. Now you see why my kids think I am mean in the summer when I won't let them play in the sprinklers. I would hate to see what the water might turn them into, not to mention the risk of E. Coli. I am amazed at how quickly the weeds have grown considering it is only April. Last year our neighbors had weeds taller than I was in their yard, they hadn't put their grass in yet. I really felt like I lived on a different planet. This year it seems like we are off to just about the same start. Strange things coming to life in my yard again. Next time I will prove it with a picture.

My Sweetie of a Boy

My last few days have been consumed by what is going on with our friends. There little boy is up in the hospital undergoing some serious treatment and they have been having to deal with the effects of it. When I found out what he had, it tore me apart. Some told me I was lucky because I knew what was going on. I don't feel that way so much. In a way, it is nice because I know what they are talking about and what is good and what is bad. But, at the same time, I know what lies ahead, and I know it isn't easy. My little boy is torn as well. He asks about him first thing in the morning. He asks about him all the time. He reminds us before we say a prayer, to pray for him. He wants to know how long he will be sick for. It is difficult to explain things like this to a 5 year old. I have had to try and explain things to kids for years with work. It never gets easier. I know my little T man has such a tender heart, and I know this is why he cares so much. I have told him he needs to be a really good friend to his little friend, and I know he will. I just pray that things will go well for them and that the side effects of the medication will be minimized. Anything to make it easier on our dear friends.

Too Close to Home

The last couple of days have been extremely difficult. One of T man's best little friends, and one of our dear friends son, was diagnosed with a chronic illness. It is breaking my heart to think of everything this family is dealing with. No words can calm the troubled heart, but to all involved, my thoughts and prayers are with you. I have noticed parents giving their kids a little extra hug or squeeze and having just a little more patience, myself included. Remember to love and to show that love often and then to cherish those moments, big and small.