Wordless Wednesday.

He's Eight.

My handsome, blue eyed, freckled nose, kool aid stained, blonde hair, ketchup eater, lego loving little boy is eight today. And, I just don't know where the time has gone? How can he actually be eight years old and going into the second grade?

He wants a sling shot for his birthday - but that just is not going to happen. Can you actually see that with his sister being in the way? So he gets to go out shopping with his Daddy today, and I am anxious to see what he comes home with.

Happy Birthday Coy Boy! I love you.

Blueberries = love notes.
I don't like blueberries. But, I love the way they look and smell. My kids, on the other hand, eat them like candy. And, on Saturday morning, Dad made the best blueberry pancakes, according to them (cuz, I don't eat blueberries).

Then I go outside to take the dog for a walk and find love notes on my car. And, I didn't even make the blueberry pancakes!!

Handwritten with love from Lizzie.

In the shadows.
The other night when Lizzie walked across the front door area I looked up and seen her shadow on the wall. So we had fun making shadows on the wall and they made a cool picture too!

Thursday's thoughts.
When I was a kid, a friend of the family made my sister and I a sock monkey. I hated that monkey. Actually, I was afraid of it. As in scared to death of it sitting in my bedroom on the shelf starring at me. It always scared me to look at it.

But, when I walked in the gift shop the other day, I seen him and I had to have him. I don't know why. What changed since I was a kid?? But I thought he was the coolest thing when I seen him sitting on the shelf in the gift shop. So, I bought him and brought him home and gave him to Lizzie and I must admit I love this sock monkey. He's cool.

Cheerleading camp.
Two weekends ago, Lizzie had cheerleading camp for the first time. Coy scared her when he told her that she was going to get hurt because they are going to throw her in the air and drop her. And, I had to tell her that "no" they are not going to throw you in the air. But, she was the littlest and so she got to be what they called a "flyer" (good name, hu?) It was so cute to watch all these little ones learn how to hoist each other up and work as a team together.

And, while out playing baseball last night - look at this ugly creature we came across on our deck.

My girl playing baseball.

And, yes, my kid is weird. Instead of wearing a normal baseball hat he has to wear another fuzzy thing that he got at the circus on top. Don't ask, cuz I don't wanna know. And, that is ketchup on his chin from super.

This nose.
It is the first thing that greets me in the morning and the last I kiss before I go to bed at night. There is nothing like the love of a faithful companion of almost 13 years now. He defintley is one of my bestest friends.

And, that cold, wet, black little nose of his is just the best! Just look at him - how could you resist??