Friday, May 29, 2009
Milkshake Parties After School
Saturday, May 23, 2009
San Antonio City-Wide Bike Rodeo
Friday, May 22, 2009
Fiesta!
Freedom's Cast
Toilets Too
Sock Washing
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Twas the Party!
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Butterflies in the Garden
The Story of a Tree and My Parents
Thank you Mom and Dad. We are so blessed by you. Look how happy Jon is. Not too many kids in their late thirties have such parents as I do - so willing AND capable to bless.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
My Big Bad Squirrel
Glory played a big, bad squirrel in her First Grade performance. She WAS big and bad! I was so proud of her! She was so cute because in the beginning of the show, she had ALL eyes right on her Daddy; she wanted to make sure he was watching! She stopped performing and posed for this picture when she noticed Joy was taking a shot. I was able to record the whole thing on the camcorder, so I'm happy about that!
Monday, May 11, 2009
Mommy, Mommy! Where Are You?
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Cute Car Party Favors
Twas the Night Before Party
Twas the night before Party when all through the rooms
a mother was stirring with occasional booms.
The pinata was filled with candy and care
In hopes that small children soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ladybugs danced in their heads.
And Momma in her tennis shoes eager to toil
Had just started decorating with crape paper coil.

When out of the bed there arose such a clatter,
Momma sprang from her work to see what was the matter.
Away to the Birthday boy she flew in a hurry,
Hugged him up tight then started to worry.

With a moan and a groan and a heartbeat so quick,
She knew in a moment it must be St. Sick.
With writhing and sweating the puking began,
It was a signal this party reached premature end.
a mother was stirring with occasional booms.
The pinata was filled with candy and care
In hopes that small children soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ladybugs danced in their heads.
And Momma in her tennis shoes eager to toil
Had just started decorating with crape paper coil.
When out of the bed there arose such a clatter,
Momma sprang from her work to see what was the matter.
Away to the Birthday boy she flew in a hurry,
Hugged him up tight then started to worry.
With a moan and a groan and a heartbeat so quick,
She knew in a moment it must be St. Sick.
With writhing and sweating the puking began,
It was a signal this party reached premature end.
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