January is already jam packed, and it's just the first week!
We started the new year at home, asleep before midnight. New Years Day we spent with the Estradas and the Hayes at the Hayes' house. I made these cake ballsand put them in a big wine glass for Lisa's birthday. They were red velvet cake, and were really good.
The kids started back to school Monday. Since I didn't have to go back to work until Wednesday, I agreed to pick the kids up from school and take them to Roller Bomb to skate for a while. Only, it is closed Monday and Tuesday. When we drove away, Blaine said, "Mommy, I wished you worked at Roller Bomb. Then we could go whenever we want." Kylee said, "Blaine, only YOUNG people work at Roller Bomb. No offense, Mom!" Umm..ok.
Lately our house has been a little gassy, and our kids have made it a prominent topic of conversation. I hope it's a phase. THe talking about it; I realize gas is not a phase. Tuesday night prayers went a little like this.
BLaine: Dear God, please help my sister not be so gassy.
Kylee: Dear God, please tell Blaine everybody is gassy.
Joey: NO MORE prayers about being gassy!!
I couldn't even pray. The kids kept telling Joey I was about the throw up. He knew I wasn't. He knew I was just laughing and trying to hide it. So he just put them to bed.
A little over a year ago, Blaine had to have some blood drawn. They had a soldier teddy bear for him to hold on to while they took his blood. He's been looking for one ever since. Wednesday night we went to pick up Dad Dad and Mom Mom at the airport, and he found him. He spent ALL his Christmas money on him, too.He's in love. This soldier bear even sings, "I'm proud to be an American."
Satruday was another day spent at Roller Bomb. Colton and Shelley joined us, though. Kylee and Colton planned it, and we just went along with it. (I guess the disco lights make the pictures blurry)
They even got Shelley and I in skates.We had a great time. After skating, we had dinner at Macaroni Grill. I guess next time it's our turn to go to Las Cruces.
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