tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85039475134932885532024-02-18T18:52:53.320-08:00Classic CutiesOutings are so much more fun when we can savor them through the children's eyes. - Lawana BlackwellStephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093506876636661617noreply@blogger.comBlogger628125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503947513493288553.post-59636377723460762572012-12-09T07:42:00.000-08:002012-12-09T07:42:10.973-08:00The Thrill of This Mama's LifeI got to go to the Country Music Association Awards in Nashville, TN! Y'all, I'm telling you, it was the thrill of my life!
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See, Daddy got these tickets for he and Dawn to go. Only he had something come up and couldn't go. It was a tough job stepping up and taking his place, but I'm his girl, and a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do! **giggle** Can I just say, as a side note here, that as I sit here and type the post, the nerves and stress of this last month fades away just <s>talking</s> <i>typing</i> about this? A thrill, y'all, for real!
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So anyway, Dawn and I met in Nashville on Halloween. My childhood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The next day, Dawn and I went to have our piggies done for our big night out, did a little shopping, and Wade picked us up again for a little more local flavor at the Loveless Cafe. Dawn and I did a little more shopping, and then it was back to the hotel to get ready.
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There are no cameras allowed. It's live TV. It's amazing. It's awesome. It's three hours long, and I could have sat there another three hours. I snuck in a COUPLE of pictures with my phone when I thought I could get away with it.
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I have informed Daddy that if he ever gets tickets like this again, he is NOT going...unless he can score THREE tickets.
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Blaine won top honors at school for Oscar, meaning he won first place of all grades...for the second year in a row!!
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Kylee went trick or treating with dance friends, and Blaine and Joey went to trick or treat with Matty.
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I was in Nashville.
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Now for a quick catch up of what you've missed. Christmas is coming, and I'm determined, no matter the circumstances, to keep this blog up...for my babes.
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Dawn wanted a slideshow to play on a screen throughout the party, so I was in charge of that. Everybody helped, though, to gather pictures, even my mom!
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There is no music because the party had a band. You know Pops; we gotta dance. I think I get that from him!
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We all got purty
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and waited for him to show.
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And the party...and dancing...commenced.
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Even Mom took the floor with her boys.
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It was a great party and made great memories!
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Thanks, DD!! And happy birthday, old man!
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October 21st was Kylee's annual Spooktacular.
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While we waited for our dancer to take the stage,
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Blaine had some fun of his own.
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And then Kylee danced her heart out.
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Not only did Dad Dad and Mom Mom come to watch,
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but both kids had a very special visitor.
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TERRY came, too!! She is such a special lady, and we were so glad we got to visit with her.
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Before we headed home, the kids made their annual pumpkins
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and rode the slide.
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And it was another spectacular Spooktacular.
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Kylee had an orthodontist appointment Wednesday, so she skipped going to work with me, as she's done every day we were actually in town on intercession. After her ortho appointment, the boys 'convinced' her to go to the farm with them.
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She's growing up so fast, and we've been talking to her about learning to drive. Joey and I both could drive by her age. You know, because we're so country and she's so city, her words. She hates driving my car because she says it goes too fast on just a little push of the accelerator. So Joey put her on the Gator. Evidentally she loved it!
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And was totally not afraid.
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So after a little practice, she got behind the wheel of Joey's truck.
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The best part? She sent me a text with this picture,
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telling me SHE is now in control of the radio!
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She's gonna be driving in town in her own car with a driver's license before I know it! She better not be taking any pictures then!
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When we drove back through Midland after the wedding, we stopped and had Taco Ca-Villa (as Blaine said) with Pops and DD. DD was telling us about a Chihuahua she had seen at PetSmart and taken home for a few days before the wedding to see how he got along with her dogs. He was a rescue dog, and she had taken him back. She had now decided she loved him and needed him. With coaxing from my two littles, we went back to PetSmart to get him before we headed home.
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With all their other creatures, I think Pops was less than thrilled, but I know it won't be long before he's in love with him, too.
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<a href="http://www.hummerhouse.com/articles/view/the-cottage-506eef1d-7e2c-43cc-84cd-693d0abbf91a"><strong>The Hummer House</strong></a>. It is kind of a compound with three house in three different sizes on beautiful grounds set right off the lake. They stayed in the Hummer House while her parents stayed in The Hideaway, and Kyle and I's families stayed in the Lodge, the biggest of the three.
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Saturday everybody gathered in The Lodge for a dual birthday party.
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Very typically, Kyle and Myra manned the grill for burgers and dogs,
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and we all chowed down.
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The bride and groom dropped by for a little bit before they headed out for their honeymoon.
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And most of Dawn's family headed out. Kyle and Daddy went to the deer lease while Myra and Connor went to do a little shopping. Joey and I just hung around the house with the kids. While Blaine and McKenzie were playing in their clubhouse they made, McKenzie got an unexpected surprise. She stepped on a sticky mouse trap. When she couldn't get off of it, she just took her socks off and brought it to Joey to "fix".
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Since Emily is going to school in San Angelo and she and Conner are friends, she and Myra picked up Emily to bring her out so I could see her face!
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The kids were as excited to see her as I was! They acted like Justin Bieber showed up. They had pillow fights and wrestling matches, played charades and truth or dare.
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They even made Blaine a toilet paper mummy.
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It was a great weekend with lots of food, family, friends, laughs, and memories. I can't ask for more than that.
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When you exited the booth, you got a picture for you. Then one was put in an album for Paige and Ryan to keep with all the pictures in it. I'm pretty sure our kids fill up 3/4s of that album.
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These are the ones I ended up with. I know Myra had a stack just as big as mine, and McKenzie had another stack that I'm pretty sure she laid down somewhere.
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SO! MUCH! FUN!
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The whole time we were in San Angelo, Christoval, and at the <a href="http://www.chapelinthevineyard.com/"><strong>Chapel In The Vineyard</strong></a>, I was so proud of Ryan and Paige. They handled the stress of planning their wedding and pending nuptials like pros. After the wedding, my other little brother made me so proud. In his toast to the bride and groom, he was so nervous. We were even scrambling for paper before going to the church so he could write his notes down and not forget them in his nervous haste. Let me tell you something: That brother of mine, he delivered.
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Although he claims he suddenly came down with Tourette Syndrome while delivering his toast, you could not tell it. He said beautiful things about the bride and groom. He made touching statements about their lives and future life together. He then asked Paige to put her hand out and for Ryan to place his over it. He then said, "Ryan, enjoy this moment because this, brother, is the last time you will have the upper hand." It was exquisite. Even the bridesmaid who followed his toast commented on how was she supposed to follow "that guy". So, here, here, my brother.
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Then we got to eat. The bride was so happy! She couldn't wait for her Rosa's. She had begun to wither during pictures.
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Looking at that picture now, maybe they both had.
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So after the customary first dance,
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the bride with her daddy and the groom with his mama,
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we all hit the dance floor.
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Then was the bouquet and garter toss.
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Guess who caught the garter?
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(Yes, Uncle Ryan put it on his head for the pictures) I'm not sure you could call what he did catching the garter. It caught in the tree when Ryan threw it and fell to the ground. There were two single men and Blaine who dove for it, and Blaine may or may not have jerked it off the ground just out of reach of one of them.
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To show the happy couple how happy we were for them, we got our groove on.
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Every girl's crazy 'bout a sharp dressed man.
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She's gone country.
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Well, you know you make me wanna shout!
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Throw my hands up and shout!
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Throw my head back and shout!
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Now wai-a-ait a minute!
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Shout! A little bit softer now!
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Shout! A little bit softer now
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Shout! A little bit softer now
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And we're out! Roll credits.
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Congratulations, Ryan and Paige! We love you and we think you're really groovy! Thanks for the fun and the memories!
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Happy Anniversary, Daddy and Dawn, Pops and DD, Steve and Dawn!!!!
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Pops and Gran
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The groom escorts his Mama in
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Be still, my heart
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Okay. Remember the note? McKenzie was following right behind these three with her note and her basket of flowers. She threw practically no flowers. She was racing to get to Uncle Ryan with that note. I didn't get her picture because she was so close behind these guys, and right after this picture, she ran past them and jabbed the note into Ryan. So cute.
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Then came the bride. I got no pictures of her because I was watching Ryan. It's my favorite part, to watch the groom as the bride walks in. But I thought it would be rude to take his picture when I should have been watching the bride. Let me just say, his face? Priceless. And the waterworks began. I never do that. I never cry at weddings. Joey was even looking at me like, Who is this? And where is my wife? I don't know what happened, but I do know it was gorgeous!
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And I cried like a girl.
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They sealed the union with a kiss,
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and were pronounced Mr. and Mrs.
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After doing all their many wedding pictures,
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it was time to eat and celebrate....
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We loved Justin, Randa's hair guy. He was a blast and so patient while working on all these mops. McKenzie, however, told him her hair did <i>not</i> look good. He said, "Oh great! My biggest critic is six!" We assured her she looked like a rock star, and she went with it.
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While it seemed like we were up and at 'em so early, by the time everybody was done,
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we had just enough time to eat, dress, and get to the church for pictures.
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McKenzie left for the church early with her Daddy, so I didn't get a picture of her before we left. Not to worry, there are plenty.
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Paige wasn't quite ready when we got there, so the girls got to hang out and visit with her, and Blaine was the only boy who got to pop in to say hello.
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McKenzie kept asking Paige if she liked her ring Ryan got her. Of course, she said she did, while looking at her hand. McKenzie said, "Not that ring, the other ring!" Once again, we had no idea what she was talking about. Then Ryan sent over his gift for Paige. I don't really know the whole story, but it was a very sentimental ring of Paige's grandmother's. She lost it. Kenzie said, "THAT ring!" I'm not sure how she knew about THAT ring, but she did, and once again, could not keep it to herself.
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Paige gave McKenzie a very important job, too. When she walks up the aisle, before she takes her place in the girls' line, she is to pass Uncle Ryan a note.
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When we went outside to get some pictures with the groom,
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it took ALL OF US to keep her from giving it to him or telling him about it! She couldn't stand it. We finally just got her away from him, sent her and the girls back to the bride's room, the boys to the groom's room, and took our seats for the featured event.....
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src="http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff415/sjkmtaylor/Picture4.png"/></p>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093506876636661617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503947513493288553.post-88769248702425215712012-10-09T20:32:00.000-07:002012-10-09T20:32:43.022-07:00Ryan and Paige's Wedding - RehearsalWe've been so excited for this wedding for months! Honestly, I'm not sure who was more excited, me or the kids. We've been shopping and planning and anticipating for MONTHS! And Wednesday night, it was go time. We drove to Midland to break up the drive.
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Pops and DD's house was full of her family, so we bunked with Randa. Ryan and Paige had invited the kids to stay with them, but we got in so late, I didn't want to put them out. I didn't care about putting Randa out. ha! Read: She hasn't been planning a wedding!
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I got so tickled at Blaine because after she had left for work, and he had had a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast, he followed me into her bathroom. It is a typical, single, girly girl's bathroom full of jewelry and make-up and hair stuff, only it may be a little overly typical in that she does sell Mary Kay. Blaine said, "Oh, COME ON! Seriously? She has all this stuff and barely any food?!"
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So we met up with Dawn and her family and headed to Christoval for the rehearsal dinner. Pops was working, and Kyle's kids had six weeks' tests until noon, so they were meeting us there.
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And they did.
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This picture is one of my most favorite from the weekend,
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almost as good as this one from Daneane's wedding.
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Where have my babies gone?!
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Anyway...as soon as we got there, the girls took of to do their own pre-rehearsal rehearsal.
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and then after visiting, having some appetizers,
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and some last minute instructions from the bride,
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they rehearsed.
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After dinner and more visiting,
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there was a slideshow of Paige and Ryan's life before each other and together,
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followed by toasts.
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Yes, even Kylee and Kellie had a little mic time.
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While we were eating supper, McKenzie asked Ryan if he liked his gun her Daddy got her. Everybody, except her immediate family, were a little confused, but just blew it off to Kenzie being Kenzie. When Kyle gave his toast, though, he indeed did get them a gun as their wedding present. <s>You might be a redneck...</s> He said he couldn't wait to shoot it with them and eventually their kids.
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(This is just the beginning of McKenzie's not-a-secret-keeper antics. Stay tuned.)
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Then it was time for wedding party gifts. Paige's mom had left the girls' in her car, so they had to wait, but were loving Paige anyway.
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I was worried about the ring bearer's gift. Ryan had sent me a text earlier in the week that said, Boy, wait 'til you see the ring bearer's gift! It's good! I know Ryan, and I knew I had good reason to be scared. Evidentally, I wasn't the only one curious as to what it was.
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I had good reason to be scared.
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I mean, the big boys got a flask. Why shouldn't the eight-year-old, right? <s>You might be a redneck...</s> The <s>worst</s> best part was...it wasn't empty. After letting the kids have a little taste,
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<s>You might be a redneck...</s> Joey told Blaine we would put it away for him because whiskey didn't go bad, and when he was older, he could get it out and take it with him to deer camp with Uncle Ryan. Blaine said, "Yeah, like when I'm 10." Ummm, no.
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A party isn't a party in this family without a little dancing.
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And then it was time to head 'home' to get some rest for the big day because....
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It's almost go time!
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This weekend, I went to meet two of my BFF's for the weekend. I have been wanting to see them FOR-EVER, but life always happens...for all of us. So I told Joey for my birthday, I wanted a trip to Austin to see Daneane and Tina. He delivered.
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It was wonderful. We ate and slept and laughed and even went to see Justin Moore
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and Eric Church.
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Sometimes what happens at girls' weekend stays at girls' weekend. Just know we had a blast, and I love these girls!
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Everybody was happy and relaxed because we knew 13 and 8 are not shot years.
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They did their hearing and eye tests
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with perfect scores. Yay! Kylee is 5' 3/4" (and whole 1/4 of an inch shorter than me) and weighs 98 pounds. (We won't talk about our weight difference) Blaine is 49.5 inches, or 4'1" and weighs 52.8 pounds.
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All went well. Until the flu shot was mentioned.
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I wasn't there, so I don't know the exact story, but I have been there for the last 12 of these, so I can envision it. And I got a text from Joey asking about flu shots. They are asthmatic. They gotta have 'em. Then I got a text asking, Now or next week? I could not for the life of me figure out why next week! But then he said, Never mind. I got a moment alone with her, so now she's getting it. Then I realized KYLEE was trying to talk him out of it. I know exactly how it goes with her. Read: DISASTER! Then I got a text that said, I'm gonna beat her. hahaha Oh, I so know how he felt. Blaine, of course, never batted an eye.
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Flu shots are over and everybody is fine. Last night, I swear Kylee looked just like her Aunt Jackie.
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And today is western day at school for Blaine, even if he did try to fake sick this morning to keep me from going to Austin. When I told him he WAS going to school, he was obviously fine.
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Anyway, as part of her presidential duties, she had to 'work' their school fundraiser at McDonald's tonight. So I went to take pictures. Enjoy.
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I really think the girl is coming out of her shell.
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src="http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff415/sjkmtaylor/Picture4.png"/></p>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093506876636661617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503947513493288553.post-44629745309361295462012-09-15T09:55:00.000-07:002012-09-15T09:55:41.954-07:00What Would You DoLast night I was laying in my bed watching PrimeTime's What Would You Do. Kylee was organizing the pantry; Joey was laying on the couch watching TV; and Blaine was just doing his thing. He came and crawled in bed with me, begging me to change the channel. When I refused, he just started watching with me. It was about making your children wear a sandwich board for punishment.
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When I asked him what he would do if I made him do that, he had plenty to say. First he asked me if I would <i>really</i> do that. I asked him if he <i>thought</i> I would. He said he totally thought I would. I agreed that I totally would, only if he were stealing or something really bad. I asked him if he would still love me if I did that. He said he would but that he would love his daddy just a little more. I said, What if your Daddy agreed with me in doing it? He said, "I would still love him a little more because he would just be agreeing with you. I would still love you as big as the house, but he would be just a little more." He was showing me by putting his hands flat and one just on top of the other to demonstrate the difference in the love he would have for us.
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So I said, "What would you DO if I did that to you?" He said, "As soon as I got home, I would run away!"
<p>Me - Where would you go?
<p>Blaine - To my friend's house.
<p>Me - And don't you think your friend's parents would call me and tell me?
<p>By the look on his face, I could tell that had not crossed his mind.
<p>Blaine - Then I would just go to another friend's house until I found one that would not call you.
<p>Me - And what if I call the cops and report you as a runaway and they come get you and put you in jail?
<p>Blaine - I know you wouldn't do that because you wouldn't put your baby boy in jail.
<p>Me - If my baby boy ran away, I would!
<p>Blaine - You wouldn't have to report me to the police. I would come home after I ran away for a little while. I would just run away to scare you to death. Then I would come home and tell you that's what you get for putting me on the street with a sign.
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What a turkey!! So then he wanted to go ask Didi what she would do if I did that to her. She really wasn't as into our conversation as we were. She was watching a movie on her iPad by that time. She just looked up and said, "I just wouldn't organize the pantry." (Now you know why I started the last post with her organization skills, so you could understand that comment. It just ran away with me when I got started!)
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Now Blaine wants to record What Would You Do every week. He loved it!
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Thursday night I had another conversation with my son that was blog-worthy. <s>'Cause, you know, that's how I gage all conversations with my children.</s> He and Joey had had a 'fight' at his baseball game that night. Kylee and I were at a dress fitting and couldn't go. After the kids went to bed, Joey and I were in our room talking about it. Joey went downstairs to feed the dogs. Blaine came into my room and said, "You know I can hear you talking to Dad about our fight, right? And I don't appreciate it, and I will regret it!"
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Y'all, it took everything I had not to bust up laughing in front of him. I didn't. I just told him that Daddy was telling me about it, and we had said nothing bad about him, and he needed to go to bed.
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Since I have no pictures of conversations, I'll leave you with some I took this week with his BFFs.
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Kylee has grown FIVE inches this year. As the weather is getting cooler, the poor girl has NOTHING to wear. The jeans I bought her in February won't even come up over her hips. (I actually have a picture of that, but don't want to completely humiliate my daughter.) That, combined with Ryan's upcoming wedding, has led us on several shopping trips lately. We had to find a dress
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for she, Kellie, and McKenzie to wear to the wedding, which led to having to find shoes to wear with it. Y'all, her foot is bigger than mine! I wear a 6 1/2. She wears a 7. I will tell you, as we shopped, I became very concerned there was going to be a fight. I mean, not that I don't know who would win, because I would win. Every time. But I really didn't want her to have to wear flats. It's a double edge sword, in that she <i>is</i> 13 and should be able to wear a little heel, but she's <i>only</i> 13 and will not wear a four-inch one! She would have been fine with it, even liked it.
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I am not.
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After days of looking, we did finally find a compromise.
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It's a 2 inch heel. I would have preferred more like a one, but it just wasn't happening.
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Here's where she is like her Mom Mom. She organizes everything. Ever-ree-thing. With her own money, she bought a labeler and label tape. The first day it came in, she used every bit of that roll of label tape.
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Last week she even organized her brother's entire room! Last night, on a Friday night, she came home and organized my pantry.
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She's obsessed with it, and I love it. Maybe because I am not obsessed with it, but now I don't have to be!
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When I started this post, it had a different title and was headed in a totally different direction. I'm gonna have to post twice in one day.
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So proud of this girl!! And she's so excited, and that makes my heart soar.
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src="http://i1234.photobucket.com/albums/ff415/sjkmtaylor/Picture4.png"/></p>Stephaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06093506876636661617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8503947513493288553.post-8951591180620046412012-09-06T18:24:00.001-07:002012-09-06T20:15:36.396-07:00It Has Begun *Updated*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Mj1hOS0CVacShp7F1i6ez-bJvOercNzOeP_oDQbBbheY9J75_D1nsivR_cMCy2O1awqqidwaFp8RbV4rIiYZm33yEyP76v7pRp9wPW61GPhlEYMwhKgbih_N7jdykyZnR4t8PLou4XD7/s1600/september+2012+003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="550" width="449" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9Mj1hOS0CVacShp7F1i6ez-bJvOercNzOeP_oDQbBbheY9J75_D1nsivR_cMCy2O1awqqidwaFp8RbV4rIiYZm33yEyP76v7pRp9wPW61GPhlEYMwhKgbih_N7jdykyZnR4t8PLou4XD7/s400/september+2012+003.JPG" /></a></div><p>I took Kylee to dance while ago. Just as she was walking in, I realize the little thief wearing MY SHIRT!! First she "borrowed" my hairspray, then my shoes, then my make-up, now my shirt! It has begun. I declare war!<p><br />
UPDATED**<br />
I picked her up and she said, Everybody likes this shirt. I'm gonna have to wear it more often.<br />
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Yup, GAME ON!<br />
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In Memory of Glen Weldon
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July 26, 1940 - August 31, 2012
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Glen Weldon, 72, of Victoria passed away on Friday. He was born on July 26, 1940 in Bay City, Texas to the late Eugene V. and Ruby Jewel Morphew Weldon. Glen was retired from DuPont after 41 years as an operator and a lab repairman; he has also been a massage therapist for 8 years working at home and Citizen's Health Plex. He was a member of Northside Baptist Church and Crescent Valley Baptist Church.
Survivors include his wife, Patsy Charlene Wilhite Weldon; daughter, Kim Shipman Trebesch of Victoria; sons, Glen Allen (Jo) Weldon, Michael Wayne (Kim) Weldon and Robert Charles Weldon all of Pennsylvania; sisters, Lois Yawn, LaVerne Lowery both of Arkansas, Elaine Cole of Mississippi, Mary Greenfield of Washington; brothers, Calvin Weldon of Seabrook, TX, David Weldon of Victoria; grandchildren, Michael Anthony Weldon, Laci Renae (Josh) Stadheim, Jennifer Nicole Weldon, Dakota Rain Weldon and Tanner Allen Weldon and one great granddaughter, Abigail Renae Stadheim.
In addition to his parents, Mr. Weldon is preceded in death by a sister, Louise Bitner.
Visitation will be held on Monday, September 3, 2012 from 5-7 PM at Rosewood Funeral Chapels. Services will be conducted at 10 AM on Tuesday, September 4, 2012 at Northside Baptist Church with Rev. Tim Williams and Rev. Mike Monroe officiating. Interment will follow in Memory Gardens Cemetery.
Pallbearers are David Weldon, Calvin Weldon, Mike Weldon, Michael Anthony Weldon, Audley Dry, Hollis Millard and Jay McIivain, Jim Wilhite, Don Bryan and Al Helweg.
Memorials may be made to Man to Man Ministry, P.O. Box 4629, Victoria, TX 77903 and Young Life, in care of Jay McIivain, 111 Willow Way, Victoria, TX 77904.
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Y'all keep my Aunt Charlene and her family...and my Mama...in your prayers. It's so hard to lose the person you're with every day and to watch one of your most favorite people grieve while you grieve with them. She's in Victoria now with Aunt Charlene, so also pray for safe travels home.
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