These are the days

It's a very rare occasion to be able to go outside and say the words, "Wow, what a beautiful day," here in Texas. But Labor Day weekend was finally full of several of those days. It was so great, in fact, that we went to play at the park four out of five days which might be more times than we went all summer. So if God's gives me this many days with my family that are this beautiful, you better believe that I'll be cramming it in til I can't go no more!

Isn't it amazing how much weather affects our moods? How rain can send you into a funk or into a feeling of having a fresh start? How snow can warm your soul and craving a bowl of soup? Well, heat just makes me crabby. It's bad, real bad. Since school started we've had no air conditioning at school FOUR days. Those poor kids have no hope. I have mood swings that could knock out a heavy weight.

But a perfectly sunny day with a breeze sends me into my rainbows and sunshine mood. And Labor Day weekend definitely had me in one of those moods.

Seeing my boys just run carefree while I just sit back on a blanket ranks in my Top 10 things to do with my children.

And if I could, I would have a picnic every day of my life.

Especially when I've got smiles like these coming at me so fast I can't catch them fast enough.



Even more so when I've got both my boys thinking their dad is the funnest, coolest dad in he world. Because, let's face it, he is.

Gosh, I love this picture. I think it might just be framed.

When life gets insane and I dream of good days, these are the days that I dream about.

In my dream land, we'd have picnics everyday and ride bikes or tricycles.

He can't quite reach as much as he's trying to grow up too fast. It gently reminds me that even though I feel like life is flying, I can calm down because he's still my baby.




We sucked the bejesus out of that weekend and we were passed out come Monday night. But I wouldn't have it any other way.


Did I mention these days make me giddy?

An early Mother's Day surprise

Every year at my school we have a Mother's Day picnic the week before Mother's Day. In years past I was either pregnant, on swine flu break or thought it would be too much to have my own kids up there. This year I thought I would take a chance and have Justin bring them up there for me.

How many brownie points does my sweet hubby score? He goes entirely out of his way to pick them up (really...I'm talking at least 30 min.), picks up a BEAUTIFUL bouquet of flowers including my favorites like gerber daisies and lilies with both boys in tow, picks up lunch for me, changes Campbell's shirt so he doesn't look like a daycare ragamuffin, and stays late after work to make up the time he missed...all for me!

Since it was going to take another 30 minutes to drop them back off, we decided it was better just to leave them with me the last hour of school. I was so nervous about how they were going to act but they were really great. That last 20 minutes of school was really rough with Campbell, but we made it. Another day when we were about 3 hours late on nap. They were both zonked before I even hit the highway.

My students loved them and since 95% of them are Hispanic, they couldn't help but just stare at Campbell's big blue eyes. One of my girls said, "Those girls won't stop talking about his eyes, Mrs. McDonald. Be careful, they might rip them out." Let's hope not.

I'm one lucky mama.