They

are my greatest joy in life.

Shunned.

Amazon.com and I are no longer friends.
Two really ugly t shirts arrived on my doorstep this week.

How could this happen? All Amazon t shirt vendors should have a sign hanging next to their computer with my husband's face in it, and a memo that reads: "Do not sell ugly tshirts to this man".

Also, I'm a little concerned with the security system.
After Aaron had filled his virtual shopping cart, Amazon missed a significant step in the "proceed to checkout" process.

You know, the step that says, please enter your birthdate? And after Aaron revealed that he is 35, a warning should have popped up stating,
"We're sorry, but we cannot sell this shirt to anyone over the age of 10."

Not just one ugly Laker's Champ shirt (last year's...since they didn't even make it to the finals this year....which may have brought on his surge of retail therapy), but two! Two offenses, Amazon. Not cool.

Dear Lakers,

Get your stuff together. XOXO (but not really, since Kobe's face is now hanging in my closet)
-disgruntled housewife and future Mavs fan.

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Dear Amazon,

How could you do this to me? I thought we were friends. It's over.
-happily going back in time to a state of "I don't shop online", and ok with it.

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Dear friends of ours,

Don't compliment the shirts. It only encourages him. Also, one of them is bright Laker yellow, so bring sunglasses if you plan on coming over ;)

Hats Off to the Grads!

The Preschool Year has come to an end (cue crying).
I have been showered with cards and gifts and words of appreciation from my students and their families, this week. Wow. It has reaffirmed my appreciation for the role I get to play as an educator. I feel called to this line of work and I am grateful for the opportunity to aid children in their discovery of the world that surrounds them. Thanks for the love!

2010-2011 Friendly Frogs:

Sammy

Max

Jace

Baylee

Jacob

Claire


My Quincy

Enjoy your summer break! See you in the fall!

Grandparents: through the eyes of my children

While passing an outdoor art gallery/side of the road expo thingie
Hal: Look at all that junk for sale
Reese: [gasp!] Grandpa, that's not junk, it's stuff!

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When my parents get into the car with us
Quincy: What restaurant are we going to?

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When my parents come over
Corbin: Grandma! Sit here. Where's your drink?

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Quincy: Grandpa, I'm going to sit on your lap on this button, right here. (points to my dad's stomach.) Your tummy has a chair on it, for me.

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During church
Quincy: Do you have gum in your purse, Grandma?

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On a saturday

Reese: I think we should call and see if Grandpa like to go to the movies.
Me: You do, huh? Go get the phone.
Reese: Yes! I can't wait. Grandpa will totally take us today. Remember last summer?

"Schooooooool's out for Summer!"

How cute is this little chalkboard card?

It just didn't feel like Wednesday without my preschoolers here, today.

Dear Friendly Frogs,

PLEASE do not waste your summer indoors.
I miss you already.

Dream Big,

Mrs. Meg

The Day Baby Guy Turned Two and Dropped the "Baby" Prefix.

Reese and Quincy thoughtfully planned a Toy Story 2 party for Corbin's second birthday. We had Toy Story plates, cups, cupcake toppers and decorations.

Look at the love that went into those decorations. Reese spent an entire afternoon drawing, coloring and cutting out every character from Toy Story 2. Then she carefully glued them onto the birthday bunting we made to go above the table. It was really cute. Reese and Corbin have a very special relationship. It was sweet to see the girls take extra care to make sure that Corbin had a good birthday.

He enjoyed the part when we sang to him.
He did not enjoy the part when I set his cupcake on fire.

He collected the Buzz and Woody cupcake toppers from everyone and spoke to each of the characters as he placed them on his own cupcake. We aren't sure what he said to them, but I'm guessing it was along the lines of, "I am going to eat you now." because that's exactly what happened next.

He wasted no time and went right in for the cake face dive.

Happy Birthday, Corbin Mac!

I don't need the excuse of a birthday to brag about how cool my kids are, but I refuse to pass up an opportunity. Corbin is the sweetest baby boy. When I was pregnant, people constantly told me how exhausting it would be to raise a boy, and that I'd better rest up now, because boys are rude, rough, rowdy and rotten. Well, all I have to say to those people is, BOYS. ARE. EASY.

Sure, he keeps me on my toes, he's messy, he runs right into the street, and he likes to throw stuff. But raising this kid has been a cakewalk. He is the sweetest little buddy and is very generous with his affection. He loves his family, his Rubbie (paci), eating, Buzz, the chickens, cars, sticks, blankies, playing outside, balls, horses, and dogs. He loves to snuggle. He furrows his brow and leaves his mouth hanging open when he watches tv. He loves to read books about animals. His favorite friends are Reagan and Claire and he talks about them all the time. He is such a happy little guy. His favorite book is The Very Hungry Caterpillar. He loves to wear his Buzz and Woody jammies. His new favorite toys are his talking Buzz and his Lightning MaQueen car (that I hope the batteries wear off on soon). Corbin is a smart little guy, he loves to make us laugh and copies everything he hears his sisters say. Lately, my favorite phrases of his are "hey, guess what?", "aw maaaan!", "ohhhh nevermind." and "knock knock who's there banana! hahahahaha!"

I love this little boy so much.
I love his always dirty face and feet.
I love that he is always sticky, and just like the day he was born, he still smells like cupcakes.

Happy Birthday, Baby Little Boy.

A Boy and His Grandpa

Corbin is a carbon copy of photos of my dad at this age.

It is quite fitting that they are so fond of each other.