Good Morning, Sunshine!

Good morning, good morning, good morning,
It's time to rise and shine.

Good morning, good morning, good morning,
I hope you're feeling fine.

Come on and get up, Get out of bed,
You've got to get up you sleepy-head,

The day is dawning just for you,
And all your dreams are coming true

Doodle-la-doo, doodle-la-doo, doodle-la-doo
Good morning, good morning, good morning,

It's time to rise and shine!

My mom used to sing this to us to wake us up in the morning. I'm sure it was better received this morning than when Mackenzie becomes a teenager. I'll have to post pics in a few years so you all can compare. Happy Friday, friends!

You're always 17 in your hometown...

We went to Sweetwater last weekend for Steven's 10 year high school reunion. I can't believe it's been 10 years. Steven and I started dating during the spring semester of his senior year, so I already knew most of his classmates. It was interesting to see how some had changed. (and how some hadn't changed at all!) Unfortunately, the weather wasn't very good for the Homecoming football game. It was rainy, so we only went for a little while. Mackenzie was really cute in the red dress her Grammy made for her. I even bought her some red patent shoes to match. The guys braved the weather on Saturday for a round of golf. Susan came over and spent the afternoon with us. Saturday night we went to the reunion at the country club. Sunday we went to church and visited with Kerri and Annie. M was really good all weekend - I can't believe how much she's growing. She'll be 3 when we go back for my 10 year reunion. Kinda crazy to think about! Here are a few pictures:

Labor Day Weekend

Here are some pictures from Labor Day weekend. We didn't do much - just hung around the house on Saturday, made a quick trip to Fairfield to visit my family, and then ran some errands on Monday. We enjoyed having an extra day off!

Pictures

Here are some pictures from a few weekends ago. Mark and Kimberly (Steven's brother & sister) came up to visit. As I mentioned here earlier, our computer had died, so Mark was able to rebuild it over the weekend. Kristen came over for dinner Saturday night, and for some reason, she was the only one to pose for a picture. Well, the only one to pose besides Mackenzie - she poses on a daily basis ;-)

Wanna get away?

Have you ever seen those Southwest Airlines commercials where someone does something really embarrassing, and then the tag line is "Wanna get away..."? I love the one where the two guys are playing a baseball game on the Wii, and the guy that's never played before chunks the Wii remote at the other guy's plasma TV, causing it to come crashing to the floor.
I had one (or several) of those moments yesterday morning. When I'm dropping Mackenzie off at daycare, I usually park in the garage. There are a few places on the street where you can parallel park, but they're almost always taken. Yesterday there was one available, so I decided to take it. Someone was behind me, so I didn't feel like I could follow the parallel parking rules (pull even with the car in front of the spot, back into the space, etc). It looked like I should be able to just pull into it with little effort - wrong... I pulled in, backed up, and begin repeating this process over and over. By this time, Mackenzie had started to cry, so that wasn't helping my concentration. I could see the security guard watching me (he was trying to act like he wasn't, but I know he was), and I was beginning to get frustrated. Finally, I decided it was good enough, even though I wasn't straight and was barely out of the flow of traffic. I got M out along with all of her gear for the day and proceeded to the door where I had to stop to show my badge to the security guard. Of course, I couldn't find it and had to put down everything to go through all of our stuff. The security guard waited patiently while all the other Moms and Dads showed their badges and filed past me. Finally I found it and took her upstairs. I got her settled in and and was ready to head back to the car. I should also mention that on Tuesday I had minor toenail surgery, so I wasn't walking very well at this point (so I probably shouldn't have put on those heels yet). As I was coming down the stairs and walking out the door, I missed the step down and started falling. Guess who caught me? Yep... the security guard. I was beyond embarrassed. I muttered, "Thank you" and hurried to my car. As I was getting ready to leave, I saw the security guard standing by my car to help guide me as I backed up to give myself enough room to pull out of the spot. I suppose he thought I might need a little help. I really wanted to disappear.
Of course none of this fazed Little Bit... good thing she's not old enough to be embarrassed by her mother!


Dear God,
Thank you for the kindness shown me by the security guard yesterday morning. However, if it's not too much trouble, perhaps you could find him a different job so that I never have to face him again! I would be forever grateful.
Amen

Sound Advice

What do you do when it's 11pm, and your baby would rather "play" than sleep?

Get out the video camera, of course!

I apologize to the readers who were looking for something witty or inspiring - this is one of those posts that only the grandparents will be excited about.