Invite us to your lake house...

if you are lucky we will bring a nasty stomach virus.


Some friends of ours invited us to join them and another family for a fun filled weekend.


It was a fun filled until Saturday night when the nasty began.


They wanted us to leave a note in their guest book before we left.  This is what we said...

"We came, we saw, we played, we puked, we pooped."

That lake house may never be the same.


EJ and I got the virus upon our return home and are still recovering today.


NASTY.


P.S.  Big thanks to the Grammy and Grandma for taking turns caring for us today.  What a blessing!


(Also, I want to cry when I think about the kindness the women at the lake house showed us.  They stepped right in cleaning up messes no one wants to clean up.  I am SO thankful.)

"Look Mom! We made your bed!"

While I was in the shower this morning, the older two cowboys got an idea.  (The little one was still asleep)They found flashlights and took up residence in our bed.  They were having such a good time shinning the light under the blankets.  Our bed was a mess but I didn't mind.  They were having fun and I was getting that much needed shower.

When I came out of the bathroom they proudly presented their hard work.

They had made the bed.

Never mind that the sheets were all scrunched up somewhere at the bottom.

Never mind that the bedspread is on sideways.

I kissed them and thanked them for making my bed.

There will be plenty of time for learning about proper bed making techniques.

This isn't that time.

Today we celebrated...

Mommy's first time to drive since the wreck.

We ran one errand.

Then I was hungry and tired.

So we went to lunch.

'cause that's how we roll.

Do you want to be a bandit?

At lunch the other day, Wubba (4) took some food off Bubba (5)'s plate. 

Bubba did not appreciate this one bit.

Bubba: "Wubba!  Do NOT take food.  If you steal food you will be a bandit!  Do you want to be a bandit when you grow up?"

Wubba: "No!"

Apparently, snitching some food off your brother's plate is a serious offense!

"Hey Mom, Where is Target?"

goddess weekend

There are five of us.

Five women who have been friends for a long time.

Four of us went to high school together and we adopted the fifth member in college.

The "goddesses" got their name from an inside joke many years ago.

So far we have four husbands in the mix (and one serious boyfriend).

They are all generous enough to give us up for one weekend a year.

We do something different every year.

We always try to include a massage and at least one fun activity.

This year we went to an awesome local business (owned by a gal who went to our high school).

She let us pick out a special painting and then she taught us how to paint it.

It was fun to see how each one of our paintings came out.

Unique just like each of us.

We spend our time together talking, laughing, crying, praying and laughing some more.

These are beautiful women and I love every one of them.

Post-Crash Report

Q has been drowning his sorrows in yogurt.

Wubba has been showing off his crash wound.

Bubba has been showing off his bruised eye.

He has also been telling all who will listen,

"I got to talk to a real fireman!"

I have a scratch on my forehead and some bruises on my right side and my neck hurts. 

Oh man, does my neck hurt.

I have been replaying the accident over and over in my mind.  I finally told EJ that something really bothers me.  Once we were hit and began to spin I was no longer holding the wheel.  I keep questioning where I was when it was all happening.  I told EJ that I don't think I was ever unconscious.  I really feel like I was there but have no recollection of where.  When EJ went to collect a few last things from the car today he came back with some answers for me.

He said, "Honey, the back of your chair was broken.  The impact of the crash sent you back so hard the chair was laying down.  You were on your back probably looking up at the roof of the car.  Do you remember having to crawl back up to put your hands on the wheel and your foot on the brake?"

Me: "YES!  I felt so far away from my driving position."

All I have to say is NO STINKIN' WONDER my body hurts so bad.