Month: April 2009

Josh was thoughtful and sweet to me on my birthday.  He got our babysitter, Ashley, to come over at 3:00 to watch our kids for us.  We went SHOPPING for me!  So fun.  I “needed” some new things for Spring/Summer.  We went to Perimeter and tried on jeans at Nordstroms.  I have mentioned several times how much I despise trying on jeans.  UGH.  I went for the name brand ones that cost about $200.  Well, they weren’t life-changing, so I didn’t get them.  I wondered, “If $200 pairs of jeans still don’t work for me, what in the world am I supposed to do????”  SO, we got out of that store and went to the old and faithful shopping joint–THE LOFT.  It all works for me in there.  Thank goodness something does.  I found TWO pair of jeans for a total of half of what one pair at the fancy place would have been.  And Josh encouraged me to get several shirts, several skirts, and was so sweet the whole time.  We went to Maggiano’s for dinner, which was so good.  It was a very fun time.  And I just wanted to post that Josh is a wonderful husband who takes such good care of us.  I am always telling the kids how great he is.  They need to know that having a dad so caring, generous, thoughtful, fun, involved, and who loves the Lord is extremely rare!  We are blessed, indeed.

So, I told you about the dead dog, the dress-up outfits that Ruby wore the entire weekend, the tornadoes that whirled around us (a slight exaggeration),  and some other stuff….

Well, here’s the rest.  Mack’s birthday party was fun.  He started off a bit grumpy because I woke him up from a nap.  It’s almost never a good idea to do such a thing.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The girls played some great games on Gran’s laptop.  Molly is usually the one who lets Ruby go first.  She is a sweet, persistent, little girl.

Josh and Irv tried flying a kite later on Saturday.  It didn’t work so well that day, but Sunday after church they flew it way up high.  I didn’t get any pictures of the great kite-flying day.  oops.

 

And it is not a trip to Gran and PawPaw’s house without riding the golf cart.  My parents have a golf cart, too.  I joke about it because my kids probably think that all grandparents have a golf cart.  I mean, why wouldn’t they?

A fun time in South GA.  Mack is now TWO years old.  He had been showing signs of it and now there is no denying it.  Now, for two months anyway, people will ask, “How old are you kids?”  And I will say, “2, 3, & 4,” and they will look at me like I am crazy because, well, I am.