Miss. Ally

Here's the grandbaby. She looks like me, doesn't
she?! Okay, well maybe not exactly but I see a resemblance.

She is 19 months old now. Walking, talking and just a little bit of attitude. She speaks really well for her age. She warmed up to us pretty fast. She seems really sweet but I guess Amyee could tell me more of her true personality.hehe

She calls me Nana (like banana) and she calls Larry (sounds like) PawPaw. We can't wait till she moves to Texas. Although I think Sam will have a problem with it. He will not like some toddler slobbering on his trains and cars. I do think that he and Josh will like being called Uncle Josh and Uncle Sam.


Grandchildren don't make a woman feel old; it's being married to a grandfather that bothers her.

Hahaha,Love you Hon.

Coming Home

The ceremony was short and sweet. The families were waiting(not so) patiently. The Army song was played. We saluted the flag, some words were said and a prayer was given. We had a hard time spotting Randy. All the soldiers look alike.hehe Amyee could hardly contain herself when she finally saw him.

I hope being there for Randy will show him that Larry and I will always support him. The moment was filled with pride and relief.

All glory given to God for answering our prayers. Thanks, to all the friends and family who helped pray for Randy's safe return.

M.I.A

I haven't forgotten about posting pictures of Randy and my trip to New York. Danny has my camera right now. I'm also trying to figure out how to set up a slide photo on my blog. I'm hoping it doesn't slow those with dial up too much.

You just might be a redneck....

My children are going to be mean to me when or if I get old. They are going to point these pictures out to me and extract their revenge. Tita, tell Noel to not let the kids hurt me. Hahaha

Josh was 7 years old in this picture. He was loosing teeth left and right. He's so cute here. He still had that little boy look. Now it's all about his girlfriend, his xbox, torturing his little brother and his friends. Sigh.

Cathead

I don't know who is more comfortable in my bed, Sam or Kiki. I would like to let my family (who has heard me complain numerous times) that Sam has slept in his own bed for 9 days now. WooHoo!!!! Now if we could only get Kiki to do the same.

There is no spot on our bed that Kiki hasn't slept in. His favorite spot is next to Larry's feet. In the winter he likes to sleep between me and Larry. It gets pretty crowded. Good thing we have a king size bed.

I'm hoping science will come up with a way to keep Kiki alive forever.....

My nephew, my pride

I made this card for Nick. He is involved in ROTC at his school. He will be going to bootcamp this summer. He is only 17 and will be joing the Army as soon as he can.


I hope he knows how proud I am. Nick is doing something for his future and whether he makes it or not, he tried.


People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances. The people who get on in this world are the people who get up and look for the circumstances they want, and, if they can't find them, make them. ~G.B. Shaw, Mrs. Warren's Profession, 1893

We should all take a lesson from Nick.
Love you Sweetie...

The Graduate

Here is Sam's picture on the big screen. Graduation day at Wee school was funny. All the 5 year olds who will be in kindergarten next school year had a small program.

Each of the four classes walked in and sat on stage. Then each class had a song to sing. After the song the microphone was passed to every child where they would say their name and what they wanted to be when they grow up. Kids are so cute. Some of their answers were so funny. There were lots of firemen, horse trainers, a ballerina, two trash men, vets, a chef, spongebob and a couple of moms.

Sam walked in with a shy but big smile on his face. He sat with his class on stage but squirmed around the whole time. Every time he saw us in the audience he would wave. He actually moved when he was singing the song. He has no dance skills, haha. When the microphone was passed to him he said "My name is Sam and I want to be Spiderman when I grow up".

There you have it, my son is going to be a hero. Now if he only learned to pick up after himself, feed himself and take a bath without fighting me about it, he will be my hero. Haha.

With Gods grace we will see him on stage again.