Our week has been busy. My sister, Tiffany, went to Hawaii and we had her 3 kids for the week. This is Zella and I didn't want to give her back, when they went home we all sat here and felt like we were missing children. We had a great week with them! Who could ask for a better baby, she takes two hour naps and sleeps 10 hours a night. (And she loves me best.) Nice girls like that make me baby hungry, hmmmmm, maybe.
We threw a surprise party for Tyler's mom. My 6 sisters-in-law all got together and performed an old Vistaun number for her, we had a lot of fun practicing and laughing about ourselves--she loved it.
(I would post a picture, but some of my anti-blogging sil's wouldn't sign release forms, sorry)
Weston finished up his basketball season.
Tyler ropes every Friday night, so since it has been warmer, we joined him a couple times this month. All I have to do is remind Owen he has to be nice to go to the arena, and he is the perfect child. He loves horses, he has a hold of the reins here with his Uncle Jeremy. From the moment this kid wakes up, he worries about what he is going to wear. It has to be jeans (cowboy pants he calls them), I have convinced him that all jeans are cowboy pants, then a shirt which has to be his choice, and white socks. White socks because that is what he knows his dad put on to go to work in. Then, thoughout the day he pees a little in all his jeans until they are all in the hamper and we go the rounds about the sweat pants he now has to wear. I hid all his basketball clothes because I couldn't take that anymore. I wish he would grow out of this obsession and just wear whatever I handed him, 2 year olds should not have such an opinion on their clothes. Nor should their mothers let them get away with it, we both have a problem.
