Showing posts with label Party. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Party. Show all posts

Saturday, March 14, 2015

Bella rella roo,
Love is too tame a word.
Smitten doesn't begin to do our feelings justice.
Happy 13th Birthday!
Friends Movie Themed Sleepover Party
Birthday Questionnaire
Birthday at Christie's in Poconos
 Love,
Mom and Dad

Wednesday, December 31, 2014

Christmas Eve Shennanigans

It's party time at our house on Christmas Eve - 7 years going strong.  It's probably my favorite time.  The cousins play, everyone eats and the night wouldn't be complete without Charades.  And then once all the family and friends have gone home, our kids get one or two gifts:  PJ's and a book.  They immediately change for pics and then tuck into their books and eventually beds.  And soon the magic happens.  But I'm the crazy lady who thinks almost every moment with my family is magic.

Monday, November 11, 2013

I'm An Unfit Mother

It's no joke.  So it has just occurred to me that more than two months after my son's birthday I have not posted about him, his party or his life.  See crazy, unfit mother.  But I did take lots of pictures, throw him a party, and celebrate with him.  So I guess I can just be a negligent, sometimes very belated and uncool mamma. 

Where to begin...Kody is my boy of total juxtaposition.  Since he was a baby, I have secretly referred to him (mainly to Travis behind closed doors when I was wondering if I screwed him up) our bi-polar baby.  He runs hot, he runs cold, but rarely in between.  Now I know that is a serious condition and I'm pretty sure he's not actually bipolar, but he does carry my family's genetic tendency to experience things fairly deeply.  And after the first two kids' mellow dispositions and Issac's more intense, but mostly happy disposition, I felt a little nervous.

But guess what...he's now 6 years old.  And he's a whole lot more stable.  Teachers both in school and church comment on how kind he is, nice and considerate, super helpful, etc...  I'm a little surprised not because they have seen these things because I have seen them too, but that they haven't seen his other side that I inquire about.  Because guess what...I've seen plenty of that one too.

Regardless, Kodster can be the most sensitive, compassionate, loving little boy you have ever seen.  He will do anything to help someone who is crying feel better.  He will make any sacrifice of his own stuff:  food, toys, or turns to someone else if they feel left out, treated unfairly or abused.  He is my cuddle bug and nibbler.  He loves attaching my face with fish nibbles and trying to tickle me. 

Despite being the youngest, he has an old soul and a penchant for quick thinking.  He's clever and funny.  He's quick to help and even quicker to hide if he thinks it might get him out of something to not be seen.   He's really good with trivia and loves to help cook meals, treats and anything in between.  He has a sweet tooth the size of Texas and likes to snack all day long.

He loves to play practical jokes, say things to get a rise out of people or plan pranks and then watch with a mischievous smile.  He may not be perfect, but he is darn near close and perfect for our family.  I can't imagine a day without this boy in my life.  He makes me smile daily.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Bella Birthday Recap

So Bella had a birthday filled with after school present opening, late night presents, white cream filled lemon cupcakes with strawberry frosting.  Be still my heart.  I'm in love.  The she had a birthday party with school friends the weekend after that was an 80's theme.  It was tons of fun.  Picture recap below.
 Modeling her new purse
 Yummy cupcakes
 Present Time
 Makeup and then hair too.
 Shamrock cake for party
 Glow in the dark dancing
 Pyramid building

Saturday, May 7, 2011

Cinco de What-O?

CINCO DE MAYO! 
Is it a real holiday? 
Well it's debatable. 
But I say it's a good time to celebrate. 
And so we have an annual party. 
Guess what?
It's tons of fun.
Need proof?
Here it is!
A little under, a little over action.
And then chug a lug the last of the punch at the end of the night.