Yep. I'm behind.

Dearest 1236 or 12 readers:
So sorry I am behind in reading your blogs and writing anything good to read on this one. I am so tired and still not feeling great after the toothpick/sinus/bronchitis issues. Most still linger. Really. I'm so bleh. I'm behind like 3525 posts. And comments. It's so hard to resume. Zzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh, sorry. See what I mean. I have to find me some energy that my kids have too much of. My list of to do is long. My list of motivated & energized is short. Woe is me. Blah, blah, blah. Okay. Back to Zzzzzzzzzz. But. I'll be bah-ck.

So Silly Right Now

We had some dress up fun and did some silly pictures earlier. This one cracks me up. Since I was too busy last night- I didn't get my FRO' post up. And, I had a hectic day too...so it's too late now. Ya'll have to be satisfied with this for now. I am in one of those Calgon, Take Me Away stages right now. See? I just used NOW 3 times in this one short paragraph. NOW that's five.

Wordless Wednesday: Spring is in the Air

(Jack's take on birds= ruff, ruff, ruff, growl, bark, bark, bark, yip, yip, ruff ruff ruff)

Gavin's B-day Invite

Since I have a headache and am at a loss of things to write about- thought I'd share Gavin's birthday invitation, since I put up Grayce's last week. He will be having a bowling partay. Boy invites are much harder than girls. It took me longer.

Back tomorrow with something fabulous. Maybe. Later gaters.

The Best 2009 Oscar Fashion Re-Cap, by Me- of course

She's a Big Kid Now

Little Miss took the training wheels off on Wednesday evening.


And just look at her go. Every free moment is now- "Can I go ride without the training wheels?"

It's bittersweet really. Another thing we will no longer have around because she is growing up.
She's a big kid now. (Except when her room needs cleaned. Then, she is still a baby.)

Fro' Me to You: Brownies (& Not the kind you eat)

In celebration of Girl Scout Cookie Delivery at We are THAT Family, I decided upon this cute little photograph for the Thursday Fro' Me to You post this week. Taken about 1982-ish, it's me and my little brownie troop 43. I can even name us all. Me? You can't miss me there in the back- I am the tallest. I was usually one of the tallest. A fate which has also been inherited by my girl- who people ask often if she is in the 2nd grade. No, she is 4, I reply and then they look at me as if I am crazy. I mean it's nothing to complain about. (Except in like 7th grade when all the boys are like a foot shorter. It's a little awkward then.) Anyway-I was certain that no little scout had even come to ask me to buy any cookies this year. But, no. My husband informed me the other day, that one or two had in fact come here for cookies sales. Uh- what? And you didn't buy any? What kind of person are you anyway? Yea. I'm still in shock about it. It's just crazy. More crazy is that I DO NOT HAVE ANY GIRL SCOUT COOKIES. No thin mints. No samoas. It's really, really, sad. Really sad.